The Hunter

I have been hoping to not serve other men and haved dreaded the day that it will come. If Marcus is still the same as when he owned me many years ago, I will do so. Serving him is one thing, I have placed myself at his feet in search of the Bela that he knew. Though wanting to be sheltered from the rest is my design as so much of myself is kept closed up for Max.

The Hunter demanded that I dance the other night. It has been so long and I barely remember what it is to be a slave yet he said I would do so, he was not looking for perfection but he was looking for heart in what I did and entertainment. A spear thrust into the ground and my ankle attached to it by long leather tether, I danced for this man the relationship of me and Max to me and Marcus. He saw there a pour out of emotion in the movement of a slave body. He was pleased.

I saw him last night before I served my Master. I found I craved this Hunters touch and responded to him entirely too well when all he did was touch my face and trace my lips with his thumb. I kissed his hand and eased closer for more and there inside was heat.

I hope to be able to serve him again...