Page 14 of Master A-0011

Alarm.

Caution.

What I could only grasp as pity finally underlined gray-blue eyes, and the more tears that fell from her, the more something akin to shame grew inside of me.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I didn’t move through the banging. I couldn’t when my brain wanted to deny the guilt.

“Master.”

“I’m answering that door. You’d be smart to be in that bathroom waiting for me when I return. I make no promises how long I’ll hold off from taking you. And I will Pearl. You’re going to be bleeding one way or another tonight. This is far from over.”

I was barely standing as Pearl scrambled off the far side of the bed. Her desperation to escape only fed the building, bubbling rage that was burning my stomach and chest. I turned, stomping to the front door. What the guards saw on my face as I swung the barrier open had one taking a step back regardless that he still held to my fightingb.

“Don’t leave me here. Please, I don’t want to be here!”

“Master Eleven, we found your slave trying to escape through the main doors. Would you like to leave her free to run or?—”

I grabbed the brunette by the neck, squeezing as I brought her towards me. Arms flailed. Nails tried to tear into my face. She was swinging with a strength fed by survival. I ignored the guards and turned us, kicking the door closed behind me as I trapped her in my arms and headed back for the bathroom. The other slave’s screams were already at full volume again, and the one trapped against me was making my ears ring.

Arms outstretched wildly as the brunette tried to grab to the door frame of the bedroom, but with my jerk, she couldn’t get a good grasp. When I made it to the bathroom door, her legs kicked out and she twisted. Her weight dropped, and I shoved the barrier open, throwing her through before I could process the sprays of blood she went sliding on. Even as I steppedinside, the scene took seconds to register. Blood. It was sprayed everywhere, puddled at Pearl’s feet as she quickly hacked away at the screaming, restrainedb. Her swings were so quick and powerful, as if she were swinging for her very life. A nearly severed arm was mush at the wound, and she was connecting with a determination that didn’t match the shock registering in her speedy movements.

“Pearl.”

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

The screams grew as the other slave raced right for me to escape the onslaught she was gaping at. My fingers embedded in her hair, and I drug her over, snatching the hatchet from Pearl before she could bury it back in the junction of the woman’s arm and shoulder. Pearl spun, her pupils so big they dominated the light color surrounding them. Her body was nearly convulsing, and it didn’t stop as I shook the slave I held to.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-No, Master.”

“You quarter her after she’s dead.” I pointed to the hoist. “Afterwe’ve flipped her upside-down and drained her blood.”

“I thought?—”

“Don’t think. Obey. That’s what you’re going to fucking do.” I reared back the hatchet, swinging and striking the slave I held to right in the chest. The crack and force reverberated through my body at the impact, and I jerked the blade free swinging right for her throat. The b’s mouth opened to suck in a breath and scream, but blood was already spraying to cover my chin and mouth as I broke through the skin and hollow of her neck.

Gurgling sounded.

Crimson bubbled and squirted.

The slave’s body jolted and pulled at all directions as I drew back and connected again. The thud filled every inch of me, and adrenaline soared as I took in the mutilated skin and butchered muscle of her throat. In that moment it was me and the young woman’s horror. It was beautiful and mine. But it didn’t last.

Turning, I took in Pearl’s pale, stoic face. She swayed again, but she gave me nothing as she blinked robotically and turned to grab the hoist. My anger was back, and it grew with every one of her steps.

“You don’t look strong right now, Pearl, you look like food.Look at me.”

And she did. She jolted to a stop, trembling through the shakes that had a hold of her.

“I’m here, Master. Right here. I can do this.”

“Maybe I don’t believe you.”