Slave First

Chapter 1: How It Began

Codey's POV

I was 6 when I was bought to serve this family.

I do not recall much of my childhood or family before I was sold. I do not even remember the name my mother used to fondly call me. That little girl died when my mother was shot in the head in front of me and father stabbed over and over until he stopped struggling. But I cannot remember their faces. My family. My parents. My loving parents and warm home. It's all gone. Cold. Dead.

I was told a possible lie that my mother had an affair with some count, and my father used my mother to gain access to this count's riches. It feels like bullshit to me. But I do not yet know the truth and I do not know if I ever will know the truth. Why were my parents killed, why was I sold. Just why.

At first I thought I was bought to play with the boys of this household. A playmate. I was young, I did not fully understand the depth of what this purchase of my being meant, but I understood I was not equal to the young boys I was bought to play with.

For starters, my skin looked darker than theirs. Far darker. Another matter as that I was a girl. I assumed they would buy a boy. But the reasons for my purchase were greater than that of just a playmate. If only I knew, I would have ended my life. If only I knew the horror that awaited my future self... if only I knew...

I wear a collar around my neck. A symbol of being an object in this household. A slave. A transaction. A pet. A toy. A tool. Yes, a tool. I was bought to be used. For anything my master commanded. I was trained in many diverse disciplines.

At first I was just a child. A 6 year old bought to play with the three young masters. So I did as I was told. I made sure I followed everything the boys told me to do. If they wanted to play horse, I would get on my knees and they would get on my back. It was a joyous time for a child like me who had just witnessed a traumatic event of her parents' death. And more joyous in that when playtime was over, I slept in the cold dark dungeon.

I would cry myself to sleep. Plagued with nightmares of my parents deaths. The memories of my mother's smiles and safety and father's laughter and protection were fading away. With no remainder of their existence, no photos or a trace of their lives, all burnt as evidence that needed to be removed.

So tragic. But so necessary,to make me into the monster that my master desired me to be.

But when morning came, I became excited to meet my three new playmates above ground. Even if their games would get harder and complex for me, I would do it anyway. It was the only warmth I knew besides the underground dungeon that was my new home. I hated it, but as time went by, I grew to love it. I grew to find peace and solace in my dungeon. I knew it as home. I was secure in its chains and locks. In its darkness and loneliness. My kingdom.

The time that my dungeon became my safe haven was when I turned 9.

I was no longer just a playmate. A door to the realm of evil was opened for me. I had no choice but to step in, with no way out, and nowhere else to go.

My master's name was Danna. He was the lord of House Mortus. His three sons, Annakin, Groga and Rey were my childhood playmates I was bought to play with when I was 6. They were 12, 7 and 3 respectively. There was no mother, but Master Danna had many concubines. Though none of them lived in house Mortus very long.

"Codey, from this day on, you will be a valuable member of my family. This means you will start fulfilling your duties to which you were bought for. Do you understand me?" My master said.

"Command me, Master" was my response.

This is how I am to address my master. At all times. Be ready for a command. Speak accordingly. And never ever speak without permission before the master. Only when with the young masters am I to behave as a child, but not with the Master himself. I am a slave. Now I am promoted to be more than a slave. I am now a tool.

My young masters teach me the things they learn from their private tutors when they play with me. And I help take care of master Rey as he's 6 now and I'm 9, making master Annakin 15 and master Groga 10. However the new world master Danna has in store for me would destroy this little bubble of happiness the young masters had created for me. What a shame. But now that I am about to be a grandma, I see that it was a necessary sacrifice. A horrible thing to happen, but in this world, very necessary for survival.

Master Danna presented me with a beautiful wrapped box. Standing in the middle of the luxurious dining hall too extravagant and sparkling for mere human. I was never allowed in here, until today. I was just a slave you see, unworthy of setting my eyes on luxury. My existence was in the dungeon and the play room with the young masters.

Inside the box was a beautiful white and navy blue dress with matching shoes and necklace. Coupled with a sweet tempting perfume, it reminded me of candies that master Groga enjoys. "Take a bath with these fragrances and put that on when you are ready, meet me back here to give you further information" said master Danna.

"As you command, Master" I replied, with my eyes on the floor and steady breathing. I was a bit scared, but I knew to never show fear to him, I would always get a beating if I cried or showed anything that my master thought of as weakness. I was trained in this int the dungeon daily. And beaten whenever I cried. The more I cry, the more lashes on my body, the more my skin was torn. So I learned to never cry, and never show weakness.

I took my extravagant bath, wore the extravagant clothes and perfume and waited for my master. When he returned to the dining hall, I stood up straight. Eyes on the floor but acknowledging his overwhelming presence as he walked slowly towards me. I steadied my breathing so that my heartbeat would not accelerate, keeping its pace.

Master Danna handed me a black envelope. "Inside is a picture of your target. Your mission is to have sex with him and kill him. I am sure you are familiar with those two terms. I trained you as to what sex is on your birthday two weeks ago. Do you remember those lessons?"

I flinched for a second. "I saw that Codey, I told you to never show any signs of weakness. Have I not?! I asked you a question! Do you remember those lessons!"

I breathed in to calm centre my feelings at once. "Yes Master, I remember."

"Good. You must complete your task tonight. If you fail, don't think you can escape through death. You know very well death is too easy a punishment for those who fail me." He said, kneeling down to look me directly in the eyes. I felt like I was going to hitch my breath but I didn't. I kept my breathing steady, and pulse normal. I stared back at my master's eyes for the first time in years to show him I had been trained well and I was not weak. I blinked. I smiled. "I will not fail you Master Danna."

He stood up, took the necklace and lifted my chin. "This is symbolism of your loyalty to me. Instead of a collar I will use this necklace. As I put it on you, you accept to obey my every command to fulfil your mission and return to me, right Codey?" He said as he placed the necklace around my neck.

"Yes Master. I live to serve you only"

"Good girl, you are, from now on, my Princess of the Night. Now go. A car is waiting for you outside to take you to your destination. Open the black envelope, memorise his face. You are his type so he will let his guard down thinking you are weak. It we both know you are not weak right my dark princess? Go. I await your good news when you return."

I bowed, then stood and walked out with an escort to the black car waiting for me, with a black envelope in my hand. I opened the envelope when o got in the car to see who my first kill victim would be. 'Such a huge man' I thought. But if he were naked or asleep, I knew it would be easy to kill him. So I knew, as master had said, I had to have sex with him, then kill him. As master had planned, I was the perfect tool to take this man out.

I looked at the rest of the contents of the envelope which had the address of the man's home, details of an escape plan in case I need to escape before the job is done, and a small gun I was instructed to tuck into the inside of the dress.