A Dragons Scales

{sorry this reply took so long ! }

Kyran simply watched Lark, his curiosity peaked as he waited for her to make a decision. He didn't care care one way or another what she decided to do. If she opted not to run that would be good. It would mean less pain for her because if he thought he could trust her, it would mean that he gave her more freedoms at a faster rate. She would never live her life as she had when she was younger but at least, if Kyran could trust her... she'd get more out of this. He wasn't going to get hopeful because it didn't affect him one way or another. If anything at all, it would mean something different for Lark.

Blinking, Kyran raced an eyebrow as the young witch turned to face him. Given just how ready she'd been to try and run moments ago, Kyran was surprised that she was willing to do what she was told. At least a little bit. Her question made him realize there was still a lot of spirit that he would have to beat out of her. It didn't surprise him, Hamiltons were known to be fierce women.

"While a tea party does sound rather intriguing," Kyran started, giving a small nod of his head. It did sound rather alluring, he did enjoy tea. But he would never willingly sit and have such a lovely experience with a Hamilton. He sneered at the thought as he eyed her, scoffing as he reached out toward her.

"Do you know how long it has been since I tasted fresh blood? Harvested blood is so much less flavourful. It's less nutritional, it tastes..." Kyran trailed off, his face scrunched as he tried to think of the proper word. "Stale, almost. When you have to live on that for nearly two hundred years, do you know what that can do to a person?" Kyran was starting to get angry all over again, just thinking about his punishment over the past few centuries. "Because it's absolutely dreadful. And all because of who I am, what I am. Something that I was born as - that I have no control over!"

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For a moment there, Lark thought that Kyran was going to agree to just having a cup of tea with her. The idea was laughable to her. A monster that wanted to have a cup of tea with her, then just be willing to set her free. If that was going to be the case, then she'd love to just go out with him and have some tea at some cafe or something, and then go home.

Them it was in the blink of an eye that Kyran's attitude seemed to change. One minute he was seeming like an okay guy, and then the next he was a complete psyho again. As he spoke to her, Lark's eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise as she listened to her him.

Her skin paled as he spoke of blood and how it was not as nutritional when it was harvested or whatever. "B-blood?" She mumbled, not sure she had heard him correctly. Her mind going a million miles a second as she tried to digest what he was talking about. "A-are you saying you want. That you want m-my blood then?" She asked, trying to understand what was going on because she was so confused at the moment.

"N-no, no way. I-I don't want to do that. I don't want to have monster bites on me." Lark said, shaking her head as she tried to pull her arm out of his grip. "Please, please don't bite me Kyran, I'm not good with pain or blood."

"Blood. Yes, it's what we, dragons, live off of," Kyran answered her as if it was the simplest thing in the world. To him it was. To him, Lark should have already known that. She was a Hamilton, after all. Shouldn't her family have taught her about dragons, even if it was nothing more than a fairy tale that they taught? That would have been nothing, it would have helped more than it hurt Lark. He would have never dreamed of letting a child of his remain so defenseless against their greatest threat.

"It is our life source. Our food, darlin'," Kyran stated. When he saw the fear on Lark's features, it was likely the best thing that he had witnessed in a long time, short of the breeze that had been the signal that he was free. "A human is delicious to drink from but if I tell you the truth... a witch is so much better. Even if they're so damned clueless that they don't even know what they are."

Kyran grinned as he stepped closer to her again. He gave a onesided shrug of his shoulder. "I don't really care. I don't care if you don't like pain or blood because your ancestors never cared about me. Never cared about my kind. Now it is time.. for your kind to suffer."

Grabbing her wrist, Kyran forced Lark's arm up. He grinned as he eyed her, holding up his pointer finger where a rugged claw started to grow from the tip of his finger. He smirked as he watched her fear linger across her features. He didn't bother to say a thing as he dragged the tip of his claw over the side of her wrist.

A line of blood started flowing almost immediately. Kyran groaned as he pressed his lips to the liquid, trying to savor the taste as he drank.

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It felt like her whole body started to grow cold as she listened to Kyran. Her eyes widening with fear. Growing more and more terrified with each word that left his lips. "No, no, no, please." She mumbled as she shook her head, not wanting to believe a single word that was leaving his lips. "Please no." She squeaked out as she tried to back away from him, but couldn't because she was still pressed against the door.

"N-no, please," Lark spoke, her voice quiet as her arm was grasped and held up. She did all that she could to try and pull it away from his iron grasp. Her free hand tried to push him away as she tried to still pull her arm free.

Then, as he started to cut her wrist, everything seemed to stop for Lark. "Ah-ahhh.." She breathed out, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the pressure of her skin ripping. Ripping so easily under his claw. Her bright green eyes widened even more as if possible as she watched her blook starting to flow from her wrist like a damn that was just cleared.

A whimper soon followed as she tried to pull her arm free, wanting to try and stop the blood. Scared for her life of bleeding out in front of her own eyes. "K-kyran." She squeaked out as she watched the man pulling her wrist to his lips. A gasp then escaped from her as she felt him sucking on her wrist, the motion pulling her wrist towards him. Her blood pouring like a faucet into his mouth.

"K-kyran." Lark tried to yell his name as she once again tried to pull her arm free after watching him for a few moments. Her head started to slowly grow light and her legs started to as well. Then, her eyes started to slowly feel heavy as well, like she needed some sleep. Without realizing it, Lark slowly started to lean forward into Kyran for support. His warmth sending some weird kind of comfort into her body, probably because of his warmth causing her cooling body to relax as it kept her warm.

Resting her head against his chest, Lark let out a small groan as she narrowed her eyes. She wanted to scream at him again to let her go. She wanted to shout for him to stop, but. She was so tired and cold. She just wanted to sleep.

Kyran wondered if he should simply drink her dry, until there was no more blood left to pump through her heart. Lark was a Hamilton, she was death to his kind. He knew that it was the better option, even if he wanted to stand here and deny it until he was blue in the face. But her blood tasted so much sweeter than anything he had tasted in a long, long time. He groaned, leaning forward slightly. When Lark leaned against him, he reached out and slid his free arm around her waist to keep her upright.

Looking up, his eyes found Lark's as she mumbled his name. He smirked against her wrist, his grip tightening around her waist. His pupils were blown wide, darkened with lust as he felt Lark's body press against him. He couldn't help but grin as he finally let her wrist drop from his mouth. Blood covered his lips and started to drip from the corners of his mouth as he studied her.

Opening his mouth, Kyran ran his tongue over his teeth. "You taste so sweet, darlin'," he growled the words, turning them around and forcing her backward toward his bedroom. Wordlessly, Kyran shoved Lark down onto the bed before he shed his shirt and moved to climb above her. It was clear to him that she was barely able to even keep her eyes open but he didn't care. whether she was awake or not, Kyran planned to take her. He hadn't taken enough blood for her to die, he knew that she would wake again in the morning. Lark would be tired but he didn't care.

"I've never bedded a Hamilton before..." Kyran trailed off as he tore her shirt in two. He frowned slightly at her bra, his fingers brushing against the fabric. "What is this? It's not a corset," he huffed, not understanding how a woman could possibly leave their house without one on.

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The world around her was spinning, and Lark couldn't tell if she was still standing, leaning against Kyran or laying on something. Her world was just all over the place. Things were going quiet and she could smell something warm and comforting. What the smell was though, she couldn't tell, but she wanted to go towards it. She wanted to wrap her and around it and just dive into the comfort of the smell.

A sigh that was meant to be a groan escaped from Lark as Kyran pulled his mouth from her arm and forced her to walk. If that's what you even want to call it, as she didn't even know that she was walking in the first place. Much less backward at that as she still practically leaned against Kyran the whole time.

Then, as she fell onto the bed, a small whimper escaped from Lark. "Nuu..." She tried to speak, but didn't really know how to form any words as she blinked tiredly up at the ceiling of the old cabin. Her lips turning into a frown as the next moment she noticed Kyran shirtless above her. Confusion flashing in her eyes as she didn't even notice he was still near her.

Somehow, Lark managed to let out a small gasp as she felt a rush of cold air hitting her chest. "St...mph.." Her mouth felt dry as she tried to speak, not able to form any coherent words. Her hands clenched into fists, to tired to be able to lift them and fight the dragon off of her. "M'bra..." She mumbled tiredly as she closed her eyes and rested them for a moment, trying to regain any strength she had left.

Then, after a few moments, she opened them and licked her dry lips. "Ss-zop." She mumbled as she felt helpless.

"Bra?" Kyran spoke, his voice giving off just how distasteful that he thought it was. He gave a shake of his head, deciding that he could address that later, if he desired to. Right now, he had a much more appetizing meal set in front of him. He let out a small huff as he reached up, batting Lark's hands away from his chest. She knew that she hardly had any sot of energy left, whatever she was able to do wouldn't make him even falter in his quest to claim Lark.

"Just think," Kyran spoke as he forced Lark's pants down her thighs. He leaned against her for a moment, pining her beneath his body weight as he pushed his pants off. Kyran kicked them off, lifting himself off of Lark. He smirked as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"If your mother or grandmother had warned you... if they had trained you how to defend yourself. The importance of the bracelet that you broke, then maybe this wouldn't be happening. This is all your fault," Kyran said with a dry laugh. He shook his head, starting to kiss down her body slowly. He settled between her thighs, wanting to prepare her for him. Kyran knew that she'd never slept with someone like him, his stamina was unmatched by your typical witch or human.

"You wouldn't be about to be fucked by a dragon.." Kyran growled the words, running the tip of his tongue over her slit. "Your family put you here. You put yourself here. This is all because of you. Such a pathetic, naive little witch..."

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Clenching her eyes closed, Lark tried to will herself some energy. To be able to fight back, somehow, some way. She groaned quietly as she felt the cool air as her shorts were ripped from her body. Her hands then fell to her side balling into fists, crazing to be able to punch the dragon in the face. To push him away from her. To grab something to try and stop his assault on her from happening.

Tears started to swell in Lark's eyes as she listened to Kyran speak. His words really starting to hit home as he spoke. Her weakened state wasn't allowing for Lark to try and defend her self in any way. She couldn't scream, couldn't fight him, she was useless. Just like he was saying, she was pathetic, useless, naive. She got herself into this mess. This was all happening because of her. She's going to be half conscious for her first time because she wasn't careful enough.

A small whimper escaped from Lark as she felt a weird sensation between her legs. Her muscles flinched, imagining herself kicking him away from her private area. Even though it was probably far from what actually happened.

"No..." She breathed out as she closed her eyes trying to stop the tears that were falling. She wanted to save her energy, so crying wasn't going to do anything for her at the moment. She needed all of the energy she could possibly get.

"Aww but why would I stop, darlin'? Your body wants it, even if your mind wants to tell me no," Kyran spoke, teasing his fingers over her folds. He moaned at the feel, dipping his head forward to tease the tip of his tongue over her pussy again. "Your body is ready for me. You're already so wet," he hummed, using one hand to spread her lips. Kyran leaned forward, sucking her clit between his lips. He continued the movements, wanting to get her to cum. The pleasure would just continue to subdue her while he fucked her.

Kyran circled his finger around her entrance, his eyes raising so that he could watch Lark's reaction as he started to slowly push his digit inside of her. There was something oddly satisfying about the idea of having a Hamilton come undone at his touch. He smirked as he started slow, torturous strokes of his tongue over her clit.

"C'mon, little girl. You just need to relax," Kyran demanded, slowly start to fuck her with his finger. "You'll enjoy this... you just have to let yourself give in, girl."

{i feel like this is a bad post, i'm sorry }

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Slowly, Lark parted her lips to argue with Kyran. She had no idea what he was talking about. Her body was reacting on its own. With the remaining enegy that she did have barely keeping her awake, Lark didn't really now if she had control over her own body.

Slowly, as she started to feel a feathery sort of feeling between her legs, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. Her eyes fluttering shut and mouth open in a silent moan as she felt the warmth on her clit. Although, she didn't know that he was sucking on her clit. The feeling too foreign to her that she was completely blank on what she was supposed to do or feel at the moment.

Then, as he started to push his finger into her, a small whimper escaped from Lark. Her eyes opening into slits. Her lips falling slightly into a frown. The pressure between her legs was uncomfortable, but the feeling was going in and out. Her mind fogging over as she tried to stay contious, it was hard for her to figure out what he was doing to her because she didn't even remeber that he had stripped her naked in the first place.

Another small sigh escaped from the out of it girl as she slowly allowed for her body to relax. The feeling of something moving up and down between her legs. The thing is warm against her but the sudden cool feel as it left wet streaks against her made the feeling of it returning in its motion all the more stimulating to her newly touched body.

Then, as Kyran started to slowly start moving his finger as he licked her, Lark could feel her body acting on its own. Her breathing became a little ragged and her leg muscles twitched ever so slightly. "Ah.." She breathed out quietly as she came around his finger. Her walls tightening around his digit as her body reacted to his stimulant without her knowing it.

(It's cool~ Have some dark dirty fun with Lark~)

Kyran continued to pump his finger inside of Lark, wanting her to ride out the waves of her orgasm. With just how out of it she seemed, he couldn't help but wonder if she would even remember anything in the morning. It was the first time that he had drank from her and he had nearly drained her to the point of death. He would have, if Lark had had any other last name. The only reason he was going to keep her around was so that he could inflict as much pain on her as had been put on him. Over the past hundred and some odd years, Kyran had longed to be free. He had wanted to be free and to live his life without having to answer to someone. It wasn't like he had chosen to be born a dragon but that was what he was born as, just like Lark hadn't picked to be born a witch.

He pulled away from her, once he was satisfied that she was finished. Anything she felt at the moment would just be little aftershocks of her first ever orgasm. Kyran smirked as he climbed up her body, settling between her hips. She was about as prepared as Kyran cared to get her, her little orgasm was all that he wanted from her.

"I never knew that a Hamilton could be such a whore," Kyran growled, reaching between their bodies to guide his cock to her entrance. He knew it would hurt her but he'd already pleased her, he didn't care if she struggled with anything else that came after her orgasm.

Kyran groaned as he pressed into her, beginning to fuck her without caring how she felt. His fingers dug into her hips, forcing them up to meet his with each of his thrusts.

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As Kyran helped her unknowingly ride out her first ever orgasm, Lark couldn't help but feel like she was starting to fall asleep. Her whole body was relaxed, the smooth feeling of her blankets rubbing against her bare skin was like laying on a cloud to her. They were just so soft and warm. She would give anything to wrap herself up in them and fall asleep. To sleep this whole mess away and wake up in her own bed in the city.

Slowly, Lark's breathing started to even out as she started to actually fall asleep. Her body didn't have enough fight in it, at least, that's what it felt like. Her mind wasn't connecting anything. So if Kyran spoke to her right now, she probably wouldn't be able to make any sense of it.

Then, the feeling of burning started to build. At first, it started at the edge of her private area, but as it reached deep inside of her a small gasp escaped from Lark. Her eyes opened and looked around in a daze. Her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, small whimpers escaping from her as she noticed Kyran on top of her making weird movements.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Lark laid there for what felt like a few seconds but was actually a couple of minutes because of her body's delayed connection. Then, she realized what he was doing and a look of pure horror appeared in her eyes. Closing her bright green orbs, Lark made the attempt to scoot away from him and yell, but all she managed to do was unclench her hands and let out a small whimper as she watched the man above her fuck her.

The burning feeling still continued, letting Lark know that her body wasn't enjoying the feeling, but she couldn't really tell because she was so out of it. All she was feeling as she came to realize what he was doing to her, was that he was making her bounce back and forth like a bouncy ball and that it burned between her legs.

Kyran grunted when Lark tried to make a noise. The whimper wasn't a pleasurable one, he'd slept with enough people that he knew the difference even if it wasn't all that distinct. He smirked, happy that he was finally able to claim a Hamilton as his own, personal little slave. He'd wondered what it would be like but after being trapped on the island for so long, he had started wondering if he could ever even have anything beyond the little island that more or less belonged to him and his people.

His life hadn't been all that bad. It was comfortable at best but at least his people never really stressed about things. Kyran had enacted no one being allowed to drink fresh from a human so that had at least been a reassurance that they would always have a food source. Needing humans had caused a bit of a struggle because he needed to provide for them as well. The first few years had been difficult but his peoples' gardens had started to flourish and most of hte time, the humans didn't try to rebel. The few that had... had been punished appropriately.

Kyran flipped their bodies over so that Lark was on top of him. He forced her off of his cock, moving so that he was sitting against the headboard. He had her sit on his lap backwards, her back pressed to his chest. He smirked as he lowered her down onto his cock, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"Go on. Watch my cock split you in two, Lark," Kyran growled the words, forcing her head down so that had to watch each thrust that he forced upon her. "Stupid. Little. Witch. Whore." He enunciated each word with a thrust, enjoying the pained noises that she kept letting out. They were like music to his ears.

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As Kyran spun them around, Lark let out a small groan. The movement caused her to feel dizzy and off balance. Kind of like a bad rollercoaster at cedar point or something. She just wanted to get off the roller coaster and lay down. To allow for her head to clear its self and let her body go back to normal.

Except, it seemed like this roller coaster was never ending. As another whimper escaped from Lark as she felt Kyran pull then up towards the headboard. She thought that he was down. That he was going to allow her to finally get some rest, but no. It seemed like this torture was never ending. Like he continued to find new ways to make her suffer.

"Ah." Lark squeaked out as she felt his hand tangle in her hair. Tears started to well up in her eyes at the feeling of her hair being pulled form her skull. She opened her mouth, willing some words to escape from her, but none came out as her head was forced to look down. Her eyes widening as she saw how large his cock was for the first time.

With all her might, Lark's body tensed as she tried to pull away from it, but couldn't. As Kyran's back was right behind hers and he so easily forced himself into her again. Easily sliding between her folds and into her tight pussy. She watched in horror as she watched him so easily slide in and out of her. Light pink smeared along the sides of her legs from the few drops of blood that escaped from her when he took her innocense.

Soft cries started to escape from Lark as she watched him fuck her. Watched him take control of her body so easily. The only thing that was keeping her from falling over was the dick that was slamming up into her, and the hand that was tangled in her hair. Otherwise, she'd be on her side in a crumbling mess of tears.

{god i fuckin' hate old wooden rollercoasters because of how jerky they are }

"Listen to those little noises. I forgot what a Hamilton in pain sounded like. It's like music to my ears, darlin'," Kyran growled in her ear, his grip tightening around her torso to keep her upright as he continued to fuck her. His thrusts became a little more erratic as he felt the familiar ball of pleasure forming in the pit of his stomach. He growled, nipping at her neck as he forced her hips down on his. Holding her in place, Kyran let out a deep growl as he came inside of her. The moment that he was finished, Kyran shoved her limp body off of his body, onto the floor.

Kyran stood, pulling on a pair of pants before he turned toward Lark's crumbled form. He didn't bother to react to her cries, kneeling down at the edge of the bed. He grabbed the chain that was attached to the foot of his bed, grinning as he looked back to Lark. She was clearly out of it but she would wake eventually and he needed to make sure she remained where he wanted her to be.

He attached the collar around Lark's neck, securing it in place before he straightened back up. Kyran didn't know when Lark would wake but he knew she'd be there and that was all that really mattered. He grinned as he retreated, leaving the cabin as he made his way to the town square with the gem in his pocket. He had an important announcement to make to his people, he would destroy the gem in front of them. Once and for all - they would never be contained again. Not for the rest of time.

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Suddenly, the whole world seemed to slow down. The tightening of Kyran's arm around her, the feeling of being filled with something. It all happened so fast. The feeling was nothing like the numbing feeling that she felt when the crazed monster drank her blood. Or the feeling of him teasing her body before she realized what he had done.

As soon as he pulled out of her, Lark was past out. She didn't even make a noise as she was pushed off of the bed and onto the floor. She was off in dreamland, her energy level now completely empty. She could be stabbed right now and not feel a thing, she was just out. Like a light switch that was broke.

Hours later, who knew how many, but a small groan escaped from Lark. She was starting to come to. At first, she realized that she was really cold, and she was also really thirsty. The drool that was on the side of her mouth really didn't help her either at the moment. Then, after a few moments of trying to gain a few more moments of sleep, Lark's bright eyes started to open.

At first, she just laid there, staring at the wall that was across from her. She was laying on her back, her right arm resting across her bare stomach and her left was half on the ground, hand resting against the bed. Lark breathed in deeply at the same time she opened her mouth in a large yawn. She was still extremely tired and weak feeling.

Then, as she tried to sit up, pain shot through her lower region and caused her to lay back down on the floor. A loud groan escaping from her as she pressed her legs together and rolled onto her side, bringing her legs to her chest as she curled into a ball. "Ah." She squeaked out as she felt something tug on her neck.

Raising her right hand, Lark felt around a neck and gasped. She had no idea she had something around her neck. Then, as she laid curled up on the floor, she followed the thing from her neck and realized there was a chain as well. "What the...." She mumbled quietly as she bent her head slightly, wincing at the movement and realized she was chained to the bed. "Ugh..." She groaned as she rested her head against the floor again.

Kyran had grinned as he stepped up onto the small platform in the town square as he called out to his people. Quickly, they gathered around him as he raised his hand to display the broken gem in the palm of his hand. "This is the gem that imprisoned us for nearly two hundred years!" Kyran exclaimed, his back straightening. His grin only grew as he nodded to them, listening to their excitement at being able to see the very thing that had taken their freedom from them.

He raised his head, turning his face toward his hand. Kyran drew in a deep breathe, exhaling as he breathed fire into the gem. The unfortunate part of trying to destroy such an important piece, meant that as it was destroyed by the breathe of his flames, it spread into his hand. The sharp pieces of the gem pierced his skin but Kyran paid no mind to the pain, intent on completely destroying the magical item.

His hand dropped once he had finished, feeling truly happy for the first time in an incredibly long time. Kyran's hand was throbbing, his pain was secondary though. Kyran hadn't been the one to free them, no, but he could say his people were finally free and he couldn't even begin to describe just how happy that made him.

Kyran raised his hand, smirking as it burst into a ball of fire. "We will one day rule the world as we have in the past, give it time." Kyran nodded, stepping off of the platform to linger with his people.

After a while, Kyran decided to head back to his cabin. Stepping inside, Kyran chuckled as he noticed Lark's broken form on the floor. She looked thoroughly confused and in pain. He took a step forward, kneeling in front of her. "And how are you feeling, Ms. Hamilton?" Kyran purred, completely unaware of her memory loss.

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Harsh pain washed over Lark in waves, lapping against the outer crevices of her skull. Her head felt like it was going to be split in two. A small groan escaped from her once again as she curled tighter into a ball. Nausea ran through her, gnawing at her conscious that she could get sick at any moment.

The chain on her neck, preventing her from moving away from the cool floor wasn't helping her in the least bit. If anything, it caused her to feel like she was going to pass out once more. If not from nausea that was running rapid, then it's the pain that was hammering against her skull at a breakneck speed.

At the sound of a voice, Lark couldn't really respond as she winced as she opened her eyes. Her lips fell into a small frown as she once again stared at seemingly nothing for a few moments. Then, once she was sure that she wasn't going to pass out from exhaustion, she dared to mumbled a word to the stranger who seemed to have come out of nowhere.

"Who?" She asked, her voice quiet as she looked up at the man in pure confusion. Not an ounce of recognization flashing in her eyes.

Kyran frowned at Lark's question, his face scrunching as he tried to decide whether she was telling him the truth or not. He pulled her up by the base of the chain around her neck, sneering down at her. He lifted her up, running his nose along the base of her neck. Kyran dropped her suddenly, giving a small nod of his head. "Interesting," he hummed, realizing that he couldn't detect a single shred of a lie in her scent. Either Lark had honestly forgotten who she was or she was better at hiding the truth than most humans.

A smirk settled on his features as he ran his thumb down her cheek. "How interesting. A Hamilton who doesn't even know her name..." he trailed off, contemplating what he would do to her. For now, he was going to work on molding her into the perfect little slave. If and when her memories returned, Kyran was sure that the realization of what he had turned her into was just going to be the cherry on the top of this whole situation.

Kyran reached down and wordlessly undid the chain around her neck. He lifted her up and carefully moved toward his bed. "Here. You can rest for now, I'm going to go get some food prepared for you. It will help you gain your energy back," Kyran said, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face. "Don't worry if you fall asleep. I'll wake you upon my return, okay?"

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Fear crept into the young girls' eyes as she eyed the man in front of her. A weak squeak escaping front her as the man yanked on the chain around her neck. Her hands moving to hold onto the part on her neck to try and lessen the pressure. Her bright green eyes squeezed shut as he dragged his noise around her neck and breathed. The feeling of sending small chills down her neck.

Then, as he suddenly dropped her, her weakened legs just gave way and she fell back onto the floor. For some reason, a stray tear slid down her right cheek as she looked up at the man. Her lips moving into a frown as she looked at him.

As he reached down, the young girl couldn't help but flinch at his initial touch, but as he didn't hurt her she started to relax. Even relaxing into the warmth of his hand for a moment, enjoying the feeling because she was so cold otherwise.

Slowly, the young girl folded her arms over her bare chest as the man leaned down and undid the chain from around her neck and picked her up. Her body leaned into his as he carried her, an taking the few seconds that it took to get to the bed. She looked around the place, not a thing looked familiar to her and that sent a wave of fear to wash over her. She had no idea where she was, or who she was.

"Yes, sir." She said quietly when she looked up at the man as he set her on the bed. "Um, who are you?" She asked, her voice quiet and meek as she watched the man as he moved to leave the room. Turning, she laid down on her side, snuggling into the pillows and waited to see if the man dared to answer her. If he did, then she'd simply nod her head, an if not, she wouldn't press it. Either way, the young girl would wait for him to leave the room before she dared to get under the blankets and fall asleep.