The Fiery Mute

3. Questions

  Trigger WARNING!: This chapter involves some light prejudice, sexual connotation, sexual assault, and violence. Reader Discretion is advised!

   A week had passed, and she had written more in the journal, filling around 50 pages, now. Some were about her life, some were of what she had seen recently, one being of Landra, of what she ran into, but also of not seeing her much, sensing that possibly Landra did not like her very much...

     Anita and Sylvia came into her room, ushering her to take a shower.

     She complied and when she came out, they gave her an ivy green dress, it had sleeves, it was beginning to get a bit nippier. The ladies brushed her hair and eased her into shoes with a small heel on them; she was then left to herself.

     She then went downstairs, and she stopped when she heard a voice that wasn't Nicholas's, she hid behind the wall, searching for Nicholas's voice, finding him and catching another man there, too.

     It was him. The man whom she found with Landra in her room a week ago.

     His hair was a dirty blonde and his eyes glowed the same eyes as Nicholas, but he was more buff than him and had a strong masculine facial structure. She listened carefully.

     "So, brother, Jazz said you got a slave..." He mentioned, "When do I get to see it?"

     It? It? She was not an it.

     "Jasper, I honestly think it'd be best to not see her, she's not all that you would look for..." Nicholas spoke in a cold tone.

     A low growl rumbled from her throat and their heads turned.

     She gasped and hid behind the wall.

     "Come on out!" Jasper called out playfully.

     Slowly, she walked out from her hiding place, and with her hands folded in front of her, she walked over to them. There was a cold glare in Nicholas's eyes. She'd interrupted something she was not to be meddled in, she could tell, she'd made an error. But it was too late now.

     She stopped a couple of feet from them, Jasper gave a bright smile, small little points coming from his canines. "Come closer."

     She did as he commanded, then he walked around her, and gripped a lock of her hair, and sniffed it, both she and Nicholas stiffened.

     "Hah! Not what I'd look for?" Jasper cackled, "Brother, you certainly got a good one here."

     She frowned as he held her chin, "Aren't you cute? So delicious I'd eat you right now."

     Nicholas had a darkened look on his face.

     She inched away uncomfortably.

     "Oh, not a big talker, eh?" He mumbled, "It's always the quiet ones that are the most entertaining." He then stepped back glaring back at Nicholas, "So, whatcha gonna do with her?"

     Nicholas averted his gaze to him, raising his eyebrows.

     "Psh, come on! You haven't fucked her yet?" Silence fell. Jasper tsk'ed his brother, "Such a shame..."

     Jasper walked before her again, "I'd've ravished you the first night I got you..."

     Rage filled Nicholas the way his brother spoke to her. And based on how she looked at him in disgust, told that she didn't like it either. He held her breast in his hand; she gasped and smacked it away, pulling away just as quick as her hand.