The Wolf's Master

Prologue

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She gazed around at her room, finally taking in the fact that she was home. She'd been here for months but her mind was too...fucked up for her to really care. Now, now she cared. She noticed. Accepted. As she gazed around the dark, windowless, blood red room she accepted that she preferred this dark, cave like room over Zacharias' any day. I rather live like a wild bat than a slave. She looked down at her outfit and cocked her brow. She now realized that a few of her slave experiences followed her home.

As a slave she wore little to nothing, practically naked and now, she was still practically naked. She wore a black one piece corset, that had a red zipper going from her lower belly to her chest, though her breasts were so big the zipper stopped a few inches below the huge swells istead of going all the way to the top. The corset was tight around her breasts, smashing them together, making her cleavage go from 'hey' to 'hhheeeyyyy'. If she ran her breasts would fall out. She looked farther down and saw she wore black, knee-length, strapped, eight inch, no heel boots. She merely shrugged and looked in the mirror.

Her face was decked out in black and grey eye shadow, red lipstick, with black lip liner, and two piercings on the end of each eyebrow. She had a tattoo of a spider web with a small sider in the center on her right cheek and she had a chain, with black diamonds attached to it, connecting from the top of her earlobe, hanging down to her jaw, and connecting to her nose.

Her eyes were their normal blue but instead of warmth there was only ice. She shivered just from looking at them. She cocked her head, shrugged, and straightened. Veronica, you sexy gothic beast. She smiled, fully taken in her new state of psychotic lucidity. God, it was good to have some lucidity back.

Veronica took a deep breath and frowned as a thought assailed her mind. I wonder what has come of Zacharias. She knew her mother had brought him here as a slave though Veronica was kept in her room, where food was brought to her and she stayed by herself, doing God knows what. Maybe you should pay him a little visit. The little Russian vixen in her mind suggested. Victoria smiled. "Da, davayte videt' al'fa."

For awhile Veronica will not be speaking English so get your translators ready for I shall leave the translations up to you or you can guess what the hell is being said and move on.