Her Guardian Angel (Fire and Snow)(7)

"I--I--I've made dinner for you, just like you wanted, Sir." The slave stammered out.

He grinned, she was trying to placate him into not taking her downstairs, after all these years she really should know better. His moods were only placated by two things: working her body over and fucking her.

"Turn everything off. You've got somewhere else to be." His voice edged with his excitement of what lay ahead of them.

He watched as with trembling hands she turned the oven off and took a pot off the stove, putting it down on the sink. As the pot hit the sink he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the doorway to the basement stairs. He unlocked the chain from her collar, carefully hung it on the hook by the door and dragged her down the stairs.

Now, time to see about improving his mood...

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Blood and pain--neither his of course--always makes sex better; hell they made life better, he mused to himself. Cole unhooked the slave's cuffs and watched as she slumped down on to the floor. Damn, he felt good.

He pulled his pants back on as he watched the slave attempt to stand. His lip curled into a sneer, she was so weak and unworthy of a master like him. He needed a stronger slave, one who could handle the workouts and rough fucking he needed to doll out. Grabbing her by the arm he roughly hauled her back up the stairs, reattached the chain to her collar and shoved her aside.

"You've got fifteen minutes to get cleaned up and serve me dinner, or back down you go." He barked, turning toward the fridge. He needed a drink and some chill out time in front of the TV. He grabbed a beer before heading to the lounge. He was a bit pissed to find the TV was already on--bloody cartoons, damn little brat. He wondered where she was, before shaking his head. Who the fuck cared? He did appreciate that the brat knew to hide, knew to stay silent. He had always hated kids, hated having to put up with them and their noise. But her sad, lonely, desperate mother, who had no family or friends was too easy to entrap to resist. No one noticed her not hanging around any more. No one had filed a missing persons report on either of them. This little brat wasn't too bad, he thought to himself. Pretty, with her black curls and big round grey eyes--just a pity she was too young for his tastes. He was sure she'd make a better slave than her useless mother did. Those big grey eyes wide in pain would be a thing to see. That got his mind ticking over. Maybe when the brat was older and her mother had passed being useful, he could get rid of her and train the brat to be his slave, properly. A virginal slave...he chuckled, yeah that sounded fucking ace.

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Kelly silently closed her door as she heard his evil chuckle, the one that always made the hairs on her neck stand up and her body shudder. She heard the footsteps on the stairs when he dragged her mother back up. She'd silently fled to her room away from the main room where she had the TV on trying to drown out the sounds of her mother screaming. When she got to her room she’d panicked. She’d forgotten to turn the TV off. She'd been lucky this time. He had just cursed and changed the channel. He hadn't come looking for her like she feared he would one of these days. He’d never touched her. He rarely even spoke to her. But she could see the violence in his eyes, and she saw the condition her mother was constantly in from his ‘attentions’.

Kelly slid down the wall, sitting with her knees up and her head back against the wall. She pulled at the neck of her shirt. It was getting too small again. She needed to sneak out soon and get herself something bigger. No doubt, her mother would need new clothing after tonight too. A couple of years ago, after going out while he was at work, she’d discovered a clothing bin a few streets away. Since then, she would sneak out every six months or so and get herself bigger clothes. She also brought clothes back for her mother. He was always ripping her mother’s clothes; wrecking them. He didn’t allow them to leave the house, didn’t provide anything more than food. Thankfully, he didn’t pay any attention to what they did or didn’t wear either, so he didn’t notice when she’d been out to get more.

She closed her eyes and floated back in time. Five years ago, she and her mother had been on the run from her father when they’d met Cole. Her mother, tired of running, of being alone, was desperate. When he offered them the use of his ‘unused small house on the outskirts of town’ her mother told her their problems were over. Yeah, right. Problems over. The house was meant to be empty, just the two of them living there, starting afresh. When they'd arrived to move in he’d been there waiting for them. Had a collar and chain on her mother in a flash and since then they had both been chained. Kelly could leave, she wasn’t physically chained, but she could never abandon her mother. Her mother would always need Kelly to help her. Just like after her father had finished with her, Kelly would clean up her mother when Cole was done. Help her recover and heal up. Kelly sighed, she guessed she should go into the bathroom to see how she could help this time.