Shadows

Written By Jaden

 

Chapter 1

There comes a time when you have to pay for your sins.

Sometimes its by force and sometimes its not, but

whether its on the day of your demise or not, sooner

or later, you pay for your actions. I should know

better than anyone else and fully believe that

everyone has a judgment day. Words can't describe the

story I'm about to tell you. There's nothing in this

fucked up world of ours that really personifies what

I'm about to say. Darkness is only a mirror image of

so much more than evil. Its only the pinnacle of the

true wicked and maniacal evil that is within each and

every one of us. With that said and done, here is my

story...

~Fall 2000~

Walking down a dark alley way isn't exactly a smart

idea first of all, but that wasn't going through my

mind at the time. The only thing I wanted to do was to

escape my nemesis and enemy who had made my life a

total and utter living Hell. I was invaded almost

every night, depending on what kind of mood he was in,

with absolutely no remorse from my attacker. I thought

I could trust him. I thought he was my match, my soul

mate, my life; however, he wasn't. He was a monster

disguised as a trustworthy soul, who I vivaciously

fell for. God how stupid was I to believe he was

actually a stable and trusting soul? I must have had

an overdose of something white or maybe I was drugged;

something wasn't right.

Getting back to what I was saying before, my clothes

were ripped to shreds, tears streamed down my face. I

could taste my own blood, feel it trickle down my

face; it was truly a real life nightmare. Running down

the alleyway, with no where to go, I didn't know where

I was headed as long as I was away from him. My body

ached all over from the blows I had previous received

from his boots and I knew I had some internal bleeding

and possibly some broken ribs too, but I didn't care.

That exactly wasn't what I was worried about at the

time and I kept going, wanting to get as far away from

him as possible.

Finally collapsing on the ground, I began to feel the

darkness take over my battered and bloody corpse, not

caring about living anymore. I didn't want to quite

honestly because I knew once I was six feet under that

I would feel no more pain from him, no more heartache,

nothing. I curled my body up in a tight ball as the

rain began to fall harder and harder, stinging my cuts

and making my body shake from the ice cold wet cement.

Closing my eyes, he was the last thing that went

through my mind.

Mark was driving down the road, more specifically an

alleyway, the same alleyway that she was laying in,

unconscious and not able to see anything. He was going

slow because the heavy rain with shielding his

eyesight and he could hardly see out of windsheild. He

screeched to a halting stop, awakening his best friend

Brock, who had been sleeping in the passenger seat,

but now he was awake and not a very happy man.

"Man what the fuck Mark!?" Brock shouted, making Mark

look over at him with a glare that said a thousand

words and immediately made him shut his mouth.

"Why don't you stop bellyachin' and come with me.

Something or someone is laying in the middle of this

alleyway and I wanna find out what or who it is!" Mark

stated, making Brock nod his head slowly, not wanting

to piss Mark off anymore than he already was.

Mark and Brock emerged from the car and slowly walked

over to her barely alive body, not knowing what to do.

Mark knelt down while Brock stayed back, mesmerized

with this creature he did not know anything about and

seen the type of condition she was in. Lifting her up

cautiously and carefully in his strong arms, Mark

signaled silently to Brock to open the back door of

his car so he could slide her body on the cushioned

seats. Brock sighed, knowing Mark was going to take

her back to his mansion and there was nothing he could

do to change his mind so he did has Mark asked. After

making sure she wouldn't fall and was in all the way,

Mark shut the door and quickly got in the car, soaked

from head to toe from the heavy rainfall and so was

Brock, who had a disbelieving look on his face.

"What are you doing Mark?" Brock asked as Mark sped

out of the alleyway, not answering Brock's question

because even he didn't know the answer to it.

Chapter 2

My eyes adjusted to a darken room when I woke up in a

room I had no clue I was in. I felt the sheets beneath

my body and they felt like silk as well as the

pillows. I felt like I was trapped in a dream that I

didn't want to get out of. Hell, maybe I was dead and

I was just in the middle of both Hell and heaven;

maybe a utopia. Who knew? Slowly getting up out of the

bed and trying to adjust my eyes fully to the

darkness, I tried finding some kind of light switch to

grant me some light in this room. I felt around the

walls, my body racked with pain and my head pounding

in my ears. It wasn't exactly the greatest feeling,

but it was what I was feeling at the time and I would

have to deal with it. Plus, it also answered my

question about being demised. I wasn't.

Startled and completely scared to death, I fell flat

on my backside when the door creaked open and in

walked the biggest man I'd ever seen in my life. My

lord my night had just gone from bad to worse as he

stalked toward me in two long strides and swooped me

up in his arms and I immediately stiffened, wondering

what the Hell was going on here. Was this one of his

friends getting revenge on me for him? I didn't know

and quite frankly, I didn't think I wanted to know

either. I sighed as I felt him lay me on the bed and

cover me up and walked away, turning on a faint purple

light that filled the room with one flick of the

switch. Well over seven feet tall with long black

reddish auburn hair and the most piercing emerald

green eyes I'd ever seen, this guy was a monster and

could snap me like a twig if given the chance.

"I'm not going to hurt you little one, but I very well

couldn't just leave you in the alleyway to die. I

brought you back here so you could rest and get your

strength back." I heard him explain to me and I just

nodded, refusing to let the tears fall that had welled

up in my eyes. "Look you obviously need more rest so I

will leave you to that. If you need anything, don't

hesitate to call. My name is Mark by the way."

The large man stood up and loomed over me and without

another word said, walked out of the room, leaving me

to heal my wounds even though I honestly didn't want

to. I wanted to die in that alleyway so I wouldn't

have to deal with the pain that he had inflicted upon

me. In a way, I was actually ungrateful toward this

man for saving me because I didn't want to be saved. I

wanted to die and never feel pain again, but obviously

the greater power had another plan in mind for me and

I could only wonder what that was.

Closing my eyes and falling into a deep slumber,

images and memories of what he had done to me ran

through my mind and that was very unsettling to me to

say the least.

Mark walked down the wide spiraling staircase that

lead to the upstairs where the young woman he had

rescued laid, resting and recuperating. He tried

reading her thoughts, but was somehow blocked, which

was unnerving to him. He sighed as he walked into his

study, where his mistress was waiting for him with a

smirk of absolute evil stretched across her lips. He

smirked right back and walked over toward her, with

nothing but evil intentions on his mind.

"How is she?" His mistress’s sweet voice asked, making

him smile assuringly at her as he scooped her up in

his strong arms and carried her toward their chambers.

"She's going to be just fine my dear Natalie, but now

it's time for dessert and what I want requires

everything from you." Mark replied in a seductive tone

and all Natalie could do was pray that he took it easy

on her that night.

Chapter 3

Thinking about the young woman that was staying in

Mark's mansion with them as well, Brock walked down

the halls, not understanding his friend’s motives. He

already had a mistress, so why was this girl so

important? Did she have a gift that no other knew

about? Was she different compared to all the other

young women he had seen in the past?

Something told him that she was indeed.

Brock sighed as he started toward his own chambers,

his head pounding from a headache that was emerging,

when he heard a soft cry in the room he was standing

right in front of. Slowly putting his hand on the knob

of the door and turning it, Brock opened the door,

hearing it creak and making the young woman they had

saved earlier that same night stare him in the face

with her own.

~Dream~ 

"Please stop! I'll do anything if you'll just stop..."

I trailed off as I felt my clothes being ripped from

my body and my attacker enter me with a roughness that

brought fresh tears to the surfice of my eyelids, but

I refused to let them drop.

"Shut up you stupid cunt! I've had about enough outta

you!" He growled as he plunged himself in my depths,

kissing me with his harden lips and made my own lips

bruise and split as well.

I didn't say another word as I felt him slide in and

out of me so roughly and cold, something I was so

familiar with. I felt him finally empty himself inside

of me, felt that cold harsh slap across my face;

bruising it instantly and tasting my own blood as

well, and watched as he storm out of my room, locking

the door behind him and leaving me to wait for yet

another attack the following night...

I bolted upright out of the silky sheeted covered bed,

sweat pouring from my forehead and my heart beating

savagely out of my chest. Pressing my palm to my

cheek, still breathing heavily, I could still feel the

tingly sting on my cheek where he had slapped me so

many times. Finally getting my breathing under control

and my heart beating again, I emerged from the bed,

but quickly collapsed back on it, the pain being to

much for me to take at that moment.

Hearing the door creak open and feeling a presence, I

quickly snapped my head up and looked into the most

unique blue eyes I'd ever seen in my life. They were

the lightest of blue, kind of pale actually with no

sign of emotion in their depths. He had short blonde

hair, almost like a navy cut. His body was built with

muscle on top of muscle, looking like a solid brick

wall. All in all, he was a very handsome man.

Being extremely cautious, I never broke eye contact,

wondering what this large man wanted. Jesus he was

almost as tall as Mark! He came closer and I

immediately tensed up, not wanting him near me at that

moment, especially with the dream I had just

previously encountered.

Brock took a few steps back, seeing the fear swimming

in her clear sapphire blue eyes, not wanting to scare

her anymore than she already was. He knew Mark had

already came to visit and check on her, but he

couldn't help but want to as well. God she was a quite

a beauty too!

Long black hair pooled down her back in waves,

reminding him of the ocean and how the waves crashed

on the shore. It shined like the glistening water, but

the most intriguing feature about this woman was her

eyes. Sapphire orbs stared back at him, shining like

diamonds in a dark, midnight sky and her skin was so

pale. There was absolutely no life in her eyes and he

could understand that and did not dare ask why either.

"Look I don't mean to scare you, but I heard you

crying and..." Before he could finish she cut him off,

surprising him to say the least.

"I'm fine." I replied in a cold, hard tone, wishing he

would leave so I could wallow in my self pity alone.

Alone. That's the way I wanted it and that's the way

it was going to stay as far as I was concerned. I

didn't need nor did I want a man in my life, not after

what he did to me. As far as I was concerned, I was

going to be alone for the rest of my life, whether

anyone liked it or not. I really could care less at

that moment.

Getting the message loud and clear, Brock bowed his

head to the young woman and left her alone, not

wanting to scare or anger her anymore. Sighing with

deep sorrow and rejection, Brock made his way toward

his chambers, the young woman still fresh in his

memory.

Chapter 4

Demonica sat on the bed, tears pouring down her

already tear-streaked face as she watched her master

throw things around like a mad man. She knew this

night would not be a good one for her and was mentally

preparing herself for it. Wiping her tears away

quickly and standing up, Demonica walked out of the

dressing room behind her master, knowing what awaited

her once they arrived at the hotel.

Shivering with absolute fear and dread, she quickly

stepped inside of the car and sat down, not daring to

look at her master, whose face was contorted and

twisted up with absolute rage and hate and she knew

why. The sad part was that she was what he used to

take all his anger and animalistic aggression out on

and had been for quite sometime.

Sighing softly to herself as she kept her head down,

her long fiery red hair hanging in her face, shielding

her fear and eyes away from him, she let the tears

fall freely, knowing he wouldn't look in her direction

until they arrived at their destination. Demonica used

to be so full of life, so happy, but then she met her

master and immediately, the life drained out of her as

well as the happiness and fire in her soul. It was

cold and dead now, thanks to the monster that sat

beside her, but the scariest part of this nightmare

was that she loved him deeply and would die for him,

if necessary. A part of her wished she could tell him

how she felt, but the other half told her that it was

a waste of her time and breath.

Glenn was irate to find out that his brother was

adding a new addition to the Ministry and couldn't

believe that he wasn't the one! Hate and rage filled

his empty heart and he smiled wickedly at Demonica,

knowing she was the key to solving and ridding himself

of all these emotions that were building inside of

him. He knew she loved him and used that against her

to his own advantage.

'Stupid girl you are my sweet Demonica and soon you

will find out exactly how evil I can be.' Glenn

thought sadistically in his mind as he pulled into the

hotel parking lot, his hardened member crying out to

him for release and he knew exactly how to take care

of it.

"Get out." Demonica heard the harsh tone of Glenn and

didn't dare disobey, knowing the consequences would be

deadly if she wasn't careful.

Grabbing her upper arm roughly in his grasp and

stalking toward the hotel backdoors, Glenn practically

dragged Demonica toward the hotel room they both

shared, not able to wait much longer for this release.

Fumbling with the keys in his hands and finally able

to open the door, Glenn shoved her inside and slammed

the door with such force behind him that it almost

broke the hinges right off. Demonica just stood there

as he yanked her into his arms and brutally kissed her

lips, making them crack and bleed instantly. The taste

of her blood on his tongue only made him even more

turned on, which was not a good thing for Demonica.

"Strip slave." Glenn demanded as he laid on the bed

and watched as she quickly started to undress, but

that wasn't what he wanted. "Slowly."

Demonica sighed as she felt tears burning her eyes,

but she did not dare let them fall. She knew it would

only anger her master further than he already was and

didn't want that to happen. She started gyrating her

hips and running her hands through her hair, slowly

sliding off her tight red pleather top, exposing her

full voluptuous breasts to his view and she could feel

his eyes boring into her as she continued. Slowly

unzipping the skirt and letting it fall and pool

around her ankles, she kept moving her hips back and

forth seductively, making Glenn's mouth water with

absolute animalistic desire.

Glenn couldn't take it anymore as he stood up and

grabbed Demonica by her hair, throwing her on the bed

and quickly undressed himself as well as the rest of

her as he invaded her body once again, just like every

night. He slammed into her, not caring about her

needs, only his. God she was so tight, so good!

Demonica just laid there, taking all her master had to

offer, not uttering one word for him to stop as she

felt him come close to his release. She had to bite

her bottom lip hard, making it bleed, from not

screaming out in total pain mixed with pleasure as

Glenn thrusted one last time deep inside of her,

exploding his seed in the process and collapsed on top

of her barely alive body, drenched in sweat and

breathing heavily. Demonica felt Glenn pull out of her

and rolled on his side of the bed, pushing her off in

the process and throwing a pillow at her sore naked

form.

"Tonight you sleep on the floor slave. I don't feel

like having another in my bed." Glenn stated harshly

as he turned out the lights and fell asleep almost

immediately and that's when Demonica finally let the

tears flow as she curled up, shivering from head to

toe, and fell into a restless slumber herself.

Sun peaked through the black curtains as I slowly

opened my eyelids and looked around, trying to get my

memory back. Events of the previous night suddenly

flooded back into my conscious mind and I immediately

stood up, not wanting to be around these people. I was

scared for my life, my sanity, but most importantly,

my heart.

I stood up to fast as I felt a rush of dizziness enter

my head followed by and shot of pain and I collapsed

back on top of the bed, shutting my eyes tight and not

daring to open them. When I did, I was staring into

odd and new eyes of a woman who I did not know

anything about...

Chapter 5

"Are you all right dear?" The strange woman asked,

making me sit up and scoot my body away from her till

my head hit the headboard of the bed.

Natalie just stared at the young creature, not knowing

exactly what her master wanted with her. He had her so

why this young flower? Natalie smirked, knowing this

young girl had some kind of fascinating power that

intrigued her master. Yes indeed she did because

Natalie could sense it. Slowly reaching out her hand

and taking the young woman's, she stared deep in her

sapphire blue eyes, searching for the answer to a

question she did not yet know.

Looking down at my hand in hers, I quickly tensed up,

not knowing what was happening at the moment. All I

knew was that I wanted out of this strange house

before anything else occurred.

"I'm not going to hurt you Jessie. My name is Natalie.

I'm Mark's mistress." She replied with a sweet voice

that sent a shiver down my spine.

She was harmless and non threatening so what was the

big deal and why was I so afraid of her? I started

taking in her features, noticing that she was indeed

quite a beauty. Long blonde hair with red tints flowed

down her back and was pinned up on both sides of her

head along with a unique shade of hazel in her eyes.

They looked like green and blue mixed, which was very

unusual, almost like a turquoise. They were quite

intriguing. She had pale, almost white skin and her

face was naturally colored with the slightest tint of

pink in her cheeks. Her eyes were so full of life and

her smile could light up any dark room on any given

day. When she said my name, my eyes went wide with

fright and confusion and I couldn't help but wonder

exactly how she knew who I was.

"How did you know my name?" I immediately asked,

staring into her life-filled hazel orbs.

She smiled at me with security and stated, "Mark told

me honey. Are you hungry?"

I felt my body start to calm down and felt less

tension as I slowly let go of her hand and just nodded

my head in her direction, knowing she was going to

make me something to eat, which I gladly accepted and

craved. Sighing with relief and despair, I laid back

down and closed my eyes as Natalie left me, going

downstairs to fix me something to satisfy my hunger

apparently. I just laid in the bed, covered up with

blood red sheets made of silk and sighed, knowing I

wasn't going anywhere for a long time. Something told

me it was the best decision I could have made at that

moment. However, I didn't know exactly how wrong I was

at the time...

Chapter 6

Laying in bed reading a book that Mark had presented

to me, I thought about my life as well as the woman's

in this story, knowing deep down that I couldn't

escape my fate. Whatever was going to happen was going

to happen and I couldn't stop it, even if I wanted to.

It was there and all I had to do was reach out and

touch it, feel it, experience it, and live it. The

wounds I had endured in the alleyway were starting to

slowly disappear and left only scarce scars as

memories of what I had tried to accomplish, but never

succeeded.

My thoughts were broken when I heard my door creak

open, smiling slightly when I seen pale blue eyes

staring back at me. Brock walked in with a tray of

food, making my mouth water at the sight of the

combination that was before me. I looked up in his

eyes, seeing nothing but kindness swimming in his orbs

as I took a bite out of the juicy streak, dripping

with cholesterol and fat, but to me, it was absolutely

delicious. The salty taste on my lips and tongue was

heavenly as I quickly demolished the meal, leaving

only a bone from the steak left and Brock watched me

the entire time.

"You must have been hungry." Brock said, making my

cheeks turn a flush red and I felt the burning of

them.

"Sorry." I replied, shoving the tray at him, not able

to look him in the eye at that moment.

I was so embarrassed for being watched as I basically

scarffed down the meal he had generously prepared for

me. I felt the bed dip and looked up, staring into his

amused eyes and I couldn't help but let a small curve

form upon my lips. Feeling his fingertips graze my

cheek, I couldn't help but let a small sigh escape my

throat and mouth as I felt his lips inch toward mine

little by little. However, the moment was ruined by a

knock on the door and I immediately looked down,

opening my book and pretended to read, not able to

look Brock in the eye. We were mere inches from

kissing one another and I had absolutely no idea why I

was so upset, although I was.

"Brock get out of here and leave the poor thing alone.

I'm so sorry about that miss. My name is Skye. I will

be taking care of you for the remainder of your stay

here." The petite woman explained, making me smile at

her, although deep down I wanted to strangle her for

interrupting mine and Brock's moment. "How are you

feeling?"

I plastered a smile on my face as I looked up into her

dark chocolate brown eyes and said, "It was really no

trouble Skye, but I am fine now."

Skye could tell she was very upset with her, but she

couldn't help it if she had a job that had to be done,

could she? Sighing heavily and starting to dust around

the room, Skye wished she wouldn't have knocked on the

door. Something told her that this young woman had a

special power about her that the master was very

interested in, but the question was, what was it?

'It's none of your business so just forget it.' Skye

scolded herself as she bid the young woman goodbye and

walked out of the door, leaving Jessie to question

about what would have happened had Skye not

interrupted her and Brock.

Part of Jessie was thrilled and relieved that Skye had

indeed interrupted the moment between her and Brock,

but another part of her wondered what would have

happened had Brock pressed those full, pouty lips to

hers. Feeling a tingling sensation between her thighs,

Jessie closed her eyes and tried to slow her racing

heart, not even knowing what was about to happen to

her...

"What do you mean Mark??! Are you out of what's left

of your mind??" Natalie shouted in their chambers, not

believing what her master wanted to do to Jessie.

"There's something about her Nat and lower your voice

when you talk to me. I am your master still,

remember?" Mark stated in a cold, deadly tone that

made Natalie close her mouth and roll over on her

side, letting silent tears fall from her eyelids.

"Goodnight slave."

That word pierced through her like a sharpened knife

and she immediately stood up, fire burning in her eyes

as she seen Mark sit up, locking eyes with hers.

"Slave eh? Slave this you son of a bitch!" Natalie

shouted, flipping him the bird and stormed out of

their chambers, leaving Mark to berate himself over

and over again for calling her that.

"Shit." Mark muttered as he laid back down in his bed,

wondering how he was going to make this up to his

mistress.

Mark was about to go back to sleep when John Cena came

into his chambers, breathing heavily and making Mark

look at him with wide eyes, wondering what the Hell

was wrong now.

"Its Natalie..." John didn't have to time to finish

his statement before Mark was on his way toward his

mistress, wondering what was going on around his

mansion.

All Hell was breaking loose and he couldn't stop it

and now the love of his life was hurt and he didn't

know how or why. John stood there, watching his master

race toward Natalie. Sighing with relief that he had

made it in time to his master, John started to head

for his chambers when he seen the raving black haired

beauty with clear dark brown eyes and Indian colored

skin he had been after for a while now. Smirking and

fixing himself a little, John headed in her direction,

making Skye extremely nervous.

Skye was walking down the stairs and toward her

master's chambers when she spotted John Cena in her

sight. Her heart started racing quickly and her mouth

became cotton mouth dry as she stopped dead in her

tracks, taking in the body and look of him. Short

brown hair navy cut with a blue band around his head

finished his facial look, but moving lower and

scanning the rest of his body, she couldn't help but

smile a little and feel that twinge of desire course

through her eyes. A blue, white and black throwback

jersey with some long blue jean shorts and shoes

finished off with a steel chain with a lock around his

thick, muscled neck. He was one dangerous individual,

but somehow, Skye was intrigued by him. Her breath

caught in her throat when she seen him heading in her

direction and her palms became immediately sweaty.

"Yo, yo, yo what's up Skye, you look like a girl that

needs a guy. Yo, more like it, you need some Cena

cause there ain't no one else that can satisfy your

flava." John rapped, making Skye blush as she tried to

pass him, but he slowly stalked and eventually backed

her into a wall, looking deep in the same pair of eyes

that had haunted his dreams ever since she became part

of the Ministry. "You're so beautiful good and true,

let me make you feel good girl 'cause the only one I

want is you."

Skye gulped nervously, never taking her eyes away from

his as he lowered his lips and brushed them across

hers, sending bolts of electricity flowing through her

veins and making her heart leap in her throat. John

wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer

as he parted her full, voluptuous lips, plunging his

tongue inside her depths, searching and reaching every

crevice of her mouth. Skye let out a sigh of pleasure,

wrapping her arms around his thick, muscled neck,

never wanting this moment to end, but unfortunately it

was going to have to for the time being. John broke

the kiss and stared deep in her eyes, smoothing out

her hair lovingly and silently told her that there was

more where that came from and the thought sent a

shiver down her spine as John walked away from her

reluctantly, touching her lips with his fingertips

softly as he left her sight.

'My Lord what have I gotten myself into?' Skye thought

as she continued her journey toward her master's

chambers, wondering if he would indeed allow her to

date a class higher than her own.

Sun shined through the shades of the hotel room as

Demonica felt a hand caress her cheek as she opened

her eyes slowly, wondering what was going on. She felt

Glenn pick her up in his strong arms, laying her in

his bed and crawled in beside her, kissing her temple

lovingly and kept whispering to her over and over

again how sorry he was for treating her the way he did

the previous night. Still tired and sore, Demonica

didn't say anything as she snuggled under the covers

and fell into a deep sleep with Glenn watching over

her that morning. They didn't need to be anywhere so

Glenn decided to let her rest her sore and battered

body, hoping she forgave him for what he had done to

her. Monster or not, Glenn loved his slave like he

loved food and wrestling and would do absolutely

anything for her. She was the one for him and Glenn

knew that sooner or later, he would have to make his

slave, his mistress. He couldn't wait for that moment

to happen either.

"I'm sorry Demonica." Glenn whispered in her ear,

making her sigh with contentment and that brought a

smile to his face as he wrapped his arms around her

waist and spooned up against her body, falling into a

deep slumber himself.

Chapter 7

Sitting in my bed, I contemplated what I was going to

do once I left Mark's mansion. I had a couple of

options, but nothing seemed to stick out in my head.

All I cared about was being safe and not dying. I

wanted to still feel the fresh breath upon my face and

my heart race with excitement. My thoughts then turned

toward Brock and how wonderful he had been towards me

since I arrived in his house. His lips were so soft

against mine, his breath was hot and sent shivers of

desire coursing through my veins. I felt like a puddle

of Jell-O around him, which was not normal for me.

That's why I had to leave, get out before I was

dragged into their world and never able to return.

Something however was telling me to stay, to take in

their way of life and become one of them, but I

ignored it, not wanting to believe that someone

actually wanted me as their own. Sighing with great

regret and sorrow, I quickly wiped away the few stray

tears that fell, knowing there was no way I could

stay, not now, not ever. My thoughts were broken when

I heard my door creak open and in walked Skye, who had

looked like she just encountered some type of ghost.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not knowing exactly what had

happened with her and John.

"Fine. Listen can I stay in here for a while? I

promise not to bother you." She asked me frantically

and I couldn't just send her away so I reluctantly

nodded my head at her, patting a seat beside me on the

bed.

I seen her sigh with great relief and I stared at her

curiously, wondering what was going with this woman

who only a few short hours ago was so full of life and

irritance. I felt the bed dip beside me and knew she

had reached her destination, but there was something

wrong. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf,

vibrating the bed in the process and I looked over at

her, seeing her bottom lip quivering with absolute

dread and fear coursing through her veins. I didn't

know what had happened to her, but I wasn't about to

ask, knowing the time wasn't right. I seen her start

to slowly calm down and sighed with relief when I seen

her eyes shut and her breathing became steady,

signaling she was asleep.

Whipping my head up and looking at my already opened

door, I seen Brock standing in the entrance and

couldn't help but smile curiously at him, wondering

what he wanted. I seen him come near me and held a

hand out, wanting me to take it obviously, but was I

truly ready to trust him? Was he going to be like my

previous mate? Or was he going to respect my wishes

and let me do whatever I wanted to do? These questions

were all answered when I slowly slid my hand in his,

letting him lead me wherever he had planned for us to

go.

The only thought that ran through my mind was 'have I

truly lost whatever is left of my mind?'

Sitting right in front of the fireplace, watching the

sparks and hearing the faint crackle of the wood

deteriorating beneath the roaring flames, tears of

pain slid down Natalie's face, not believing what Mark

had said to her. Did he really believe that she was

still his slave and not his better half? Pain in her

heart and mind drained her emotionally and physically

as she laid down by the fire, seeing the flames and

wishing they would take her away and melt her heart

along with the crackling wood. Hearing the sound of

footsteps enter the room, Natalie knew exactly who it

was and didn't even acknowledge his presence. Why

should she after the hurtful words that spewed from

his mouth only hours ago?

Instant pain went to Mark's eyes as he seen the woman

he loved crying her heart out silently to the flames

of the fireplace, immediately feeling regret flow

through the veins of his heart. All he wanted to do

was take her in his arms and tell her how truly sorry

he was and that he didn't mean the awful mean things

that he had stated to her. Walking over to her and

kneeling down, Mark brushed the hair from her face,

his heart breaking with every tear that fell from her

eyes. He couldn't take it anymore as he pulled her in

his arms, feeling her body shake and tremble with

absolute intensity and fear, which is exactly what he

didn't want. He didn't want her to fear him. He loved

her so much damn it and really didn't mean what he

said, but how was he supposed to make it up to her?

Leaning down and gently brushing his lips upon hers,

Mark kissed Natalie with a fiery passion, letting her

know silently how sorry he truly was.

Natalie moaned, not able to ignore the kiss that Mark

had just bestowed upon her as she wrapped her arms

around his neck, deepening the lip lock even more and

brought him closer, pressing her breasts against his

shirt covered solid chest, making it heave up and down

from the intensity of passion that lingered in the

air. Breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath, Mark

stared in her clouded hazel eyes, licking his lips,

knowing what was about to happen. He descended his

lips upon hers once more, sliding his hot tongue

inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness for the

million time and it felt so right. Her mouth tasted

like cherries dipped in chocolate, an intoxicating

taste that hypnotized and brought her to him. She was

his, no questions asked; no words spoken as he laid

her gently on the red plush soft carpet and took her

over and over again as the fire roared and made sweat

glisten their bodies from the ecstasy filled passion

they both just shared together.

Chapter 8

Glenn woke Demonica up later on that night, needing to

hit the road that was in front of them if he wanted to

make it to his brother's house the next day to discuss

a plan he had in mind for the Ministry. He truly

wanted to be part of it, but knew it was failing

miserably with Mark as the leader of the group. He

deserved and was going to take over the Ministry one

way or the other, whether any of them liked it or not.

Demonica's eyes fluttered open as she stared into

Glenn's blue eyes burning with desire for her, but

knew they could not start something they couldn't

finish. Demonica smiled as she quickly kissed his lips

softly and made her way to the bathroom, desperately

needing a shower before they made the long drive to

Houston, Texas. Demonica knew why Glenn wanted to go

there and was behind her man one hundred percent, no

matter what the consequences were that lay with her

decision. Fate was about to take another bump in the

road and she was going for the ride along with its

dread and secrecy.

Turning the water on full blast with hot water

streaming from the shower head, Demonica stepped

inside and let the burning water flow down the length

of her still bruised and battered body. She smiled to

herself however, loving the pure animalistic nature

that Glenn brought out of himself when he made love to

her. She felt the delicious ache between her thighs,

longing to have him inside of her again and knew that

the time would come sooner or later. She shivered with

absolute dread and delight at the thought and quickly

finished off her shower, knowing Glenn would be

terribly upset with her if she didn't leave him enough

hot water. Shutting off the water and quickly emerging

from the bathroom, she smiled as she seen Glenn walk

toward her, taking her in his arms and passionately

kissed her with those soft, rough lips of his. She

moaned and quickly broke it, smirking as she walked

toward the bedroom, wagging her cute ass at him

teasingly and that only caused a desire filled growl

to erupt from Glenn's nose and mouth as he barged in

the bathroom, slamming the door with such force that

it sent a shiver of fear down Demonica's spine,

wondering if what she had just done was a smart thing

to do.

John was going completely crazy wondering where Skye

was. He knew she was supposed to be attending to

Mark's chambers, but when he arrived there was no sign

of her. Fear gripped his heart as he frantically

searched the mansion, praying to God that she was

safe. He was falling for her and didn't want anything

happening to jeopardize his plans for Skye. He was

just about to punch a hole in the wall right outside a

bedroom when he heard a soft cry coming from the room

and knew it was Skye. Hauling back and kicking the

door in, John sighed with great relief when he seen

she was on the bed sleeping and thrashing around,

obviously having a nightmare of some sort. Carefully

and cautiously walking towards her, John sat down and

brushed a lock of her black hair out of her face, his

heart breaking when he seen the tears sliding down her

cheeks.

"Skye wake up girl." John gently stated, shaking her

awake softly.

~Dream~

"Oh God please don't let him come in here..." Skye

trailed off when she heard her father descending the

stairs and knew he was drunk.

She could smell the liquor lingering in the air as he

made his way toward her bedroom door, which was

locked, but she knew that wouldn't stop him for what

he was about to do to her. Screaming out in fright and

backing up on her bed, Skye seen her door get kicked

in and in stumbled her very drunk and violent father.

'God this is NOT good.' Skye thought as she screamed

out in pain when he grabbed a handful of her hair.

"LET GO DADDY PLEASE!!!" Skye pleaded, tears streaming

down her face as she felt her father throw her on the

floor roughly, instantly making her crack her chin on

the wooden surface.

"Shut up and take what's coming to you little girl!!"

Her dad shouted and started unzipping himself when a

shot rang out in her room, making Skye cry harder.

She looked up and seen her mother standing over her

father with a gun in her hand and tears were streaming

down her cheeks as Skye slowly got up, seeing the

blood streaming over the wooden floor and on her

carpet.

"Get out now Skye. Run away and never return. I love

you baby." Her mother stated in a cold, deadly tone

and Skye didn't waste any time as she quickly gathered

her belongings, took her mother's car, and sped down

the road, the tears never stopping...

Skye bolted upright out of Jessie's bed, tears pouring

down her face and sweat trickling and moistening her

body all over. She screamed when she seen John leaning

over her and kicked him straight in the balls,

watching his body fall off the bed and on the floor.

Skye folded her legs in her chest and cried harder,

not knowing what was going on or where she was until

reality slowly started coming back to her. She leaned

over and seen a very angry and confused face on John's

features and knew she would have to explain herself

thoroughly. She only hoped he forgave her after she

was done.

Chapter 9

Brock lead us toward the back of the mansion where

hardly anyone went so we had plenty of privacy. I was

walking very slowly, not wanting to over do myself. I

was just starting to regain my strength and didn't

want to push it anymore than what I would have too. I

smiled at Brock's generosity, not believing how calm

and patient he was being toward me. I knew he longed

to kiss my lips, but I wasn't ready yet, not after

what my previous boyfriend put me through. I knew I

would have to tell someone about him sooner or later,

but didn't know if right now was the best time to do

it. My thoughts were broken when I felt a pair of

hands gently cover my eyes and I could feel Brock's

hot breath on my neck.

"Walk exactly ten steps in front of you and don't go

any further." Brock instructed me carefully and I did

exactly as he said, smiling when I stopped and

wondered what was going on. "Open your eyes Jessie."

I opened them and gasped at the sight before me. It

was midnight and the moon was so full of life with a

million glistening stars in the sky. I looked down on

the ground and seen a picnic was set up with two long

stemmed glasses and a bottle of Champaign in an ice

bucket. There was a slick, silk black blanket and

candles were set upon it. It was absolutely wonderful

and brought tears to my eyes.  I turned around and

looked into Brock's eyes, seeing him smirking in the

darkness with only the candle being our light. There

were no overhead lights, just us and two candles,

illuminating our faces in a golden glow. It was

absolutely breathtaking.

"Brock I..." I started to say, but was hushed when I

felt his finger press against my lips as he took me in

his arms.

I closed my eyes as he leaned down and captured my

lips with his in a soul-searing kiss that sent a

tingle of sensation from the top of my head to the

tips of my toes, making them curl from the intensity

of it. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his thick,

muscled neck, deepening the kiss even more and he

wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me

closer into his embrace and pressed my breasts against

his chest. God it was so amazing!

Breaking the kiss and just staring at me, seeing the

lust growing in my eyes, Brock took my hand in his and

lead me over to the blanket and we both sat down on

the silken fabric, sipping Champaign and stealing

kisses from each other every once in a while. I knew

he was doing all of this so I would trust him and I

longed to, but after what that monster had done to me,

I wasn't so sure if I could ever trust another man

ever again. I smiled when Brock extended his arms to

me and I immediately went into his embrace, feeling

his arms wrapping around my body as we stared at the

stars and full lit moon.

"I have something for you..." Brock trailed off as he

reached in the basket and pulled a rolled up piece of

paper out, confusing me even more as he handed it to

me. "Open it and look for that star."

I sighed as I did as he asked me to and looked in the

sky, seeing the star that was on the paper and looked

in Brock's eyes, confusion swimming in my eyes.

"It's yours now Jessie." Brock replied, making me take

in what he just informed me of and I did the first

thing I could think of.

I gently pressed my lips to his and whispered against

them, "Thank you."

Opening her eyes the following morning and wrapped in

the strong arms of her master, Natalie yawned and

looked up at him, smiling at the memories of the

previous night. She ached deliciously and her body was

spooned up right beside his. The fire had gone down

considerably, but she wasn't shivering thanks to

Mark's body heat. He was like a real life furnace with

oozing sexuality and an awesome physical specimen. She

sighed and slowly pried herself out of Mark's embrace,

desperately needing to find her clothes. She was just

about to walk toward her shirt that was thrown over by

the fireplace when a pair of arms pulled her back

down. Natalie let out a squeal, but it was silenced by

a passionate kiss by Mark.

"Where do ya think you're goin'?" Mark asked, nibbling

on her neck lovingly, erupting a moan from Natalie.

"I was just...Oh God..." Natalie trailed off as Mark

started kissing down her neck, licking and sucking on

her nipples, making them hard as rocks.

"What was that darlin'?" Mark asked, a smirk playing

on his lips as he seen Natalie writhing beneath him.

"Oh damn I forgot, I need to go and check on Randall."

Natalie shot him a deadly glare as she got up and

quickly retrieved her clothes, making a roar of

laughter from Mark fill the room and her cheeks

immediately became red as cherries. Mark shook his

head as he zipped up his pants and went over to

Natalie, who was fully dressed and trying to walk out

of the room. He lifted her chin up with his huge hand

and pressed his lips to hers in a soul-searing kiss.

"I'll make it up to ya later baby. I promise." Mark

whispered in her ear as he reluctantly let her go and

went to see how the young woman he had saved was

doing.

Chapter 10

"What the fuck was that all about?!" John asked

angrily, still holding his jewels as he collapsed on

the bed, pain all over his face and making Skye feel

even more worse than she already was.

"God I'm so sorry John. I was having a dream and..."

Skye trailed off, tears pooling in her eyes and John's

features immediately softened as he sat up, wincing a

little at the pain, but he ignored it.

"Come here." John stated, holding out his arms to her

and she immediately went into his embrace, leaning her

head on his chest and sighing with relief that he

wasn't angry with her. "Care to tell me what it was

all about?"

Skye didn't say anything, to afraid of reliving what

she had just dreamed and the most scariest part of it

was the fact that it really happened to her. She

sighed she looked up in his blue eyes, seeing all the

understanding in his eyes. He was supposed to be

dangerous, but something told her that deep down

inside, he was just a big teddy bear. She felt his

arms wrap around her and knew she had to tell him the

truth about why she just kicked him in his below the

belt region.

"Do you really want to know?" Skye asked, locking eyes

with his and she seen him nod. "Then sit back, relax

and listen up very carefully..."

"My father was an alcoholic and came home drunk every

night. He would barge in my room and...rape...me."

Skye said, looking down as she felt the burning in her

eyes start again. "My mom was also raped and beaten

almost to death every night, but one night in

particular that all changed. My father came home as

usual and I had dead bolted my door shut, hoping he

didn't get in, but no such luck. He kicked my door in,

grabbed me by the roots of my hair and threw me on my

wooden floor, busting open my chin instantly. Then he

proceeded to pin my hands above my head and I started

fighting him, not wanting to feel him invade me again.

I heard the zipper slide down, which still haunts my

mind to this day, but the next thing that happened

will eternally stay in my memory forever. Just as my

father was about to slide inside of me, a shot rang

out in my bedroom and my father's lifeless body fell

on top of me. His blood seeped inside my nightgown and

stained my floor. I screamed as I pushed his body off

of me and scrambled to my feet, seeing a gun in my

mother's hand. My eyes went wide as she dropped it

upon the floor and told me to run away and never

return. She said she loved me and I was so scared that

I just ran away, grabbing some things and took my

mom's car. I was 16 when that happened."

Skye had tears sliding down her cheeks when she

finished her story and John had this look in his eyes

that said he wished my father were still alive. Skye

seen his face twitch in anger and his eyes had fire

inside of them that scared the Hell out of her. John

finally softened up, seeing Skye was clearly afraid of

him and he didn't want that.  He pulled her into his

arms and stared in her eyes, pressing his forehead to

hers and said, "I would never hurt you. You believe me

right?"

"Yes." Skye replied, wiping her tears away as John

leaned down and crushed his lips to hers in a

passionate kiss, making Skye's heart start to beat

wildly out of her chest and her pulse started to race.

Skye moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck,

needing to feel him, needing to let go of the past and

fear of men, needing to be with him, but could she do

that? Could she be with a higher class than her? She

broke the kiss, her breathing ragged and more tears in

her eyes as she looked in his eyes, searching for the

truth.

"What's wrong girl?" John asked, making Skye sigh as

she looked down.

"Can we actually be together John? I mean you're a

much higher class than I am so I'm just wondering if

we really can be together because if we can't than I

don't want to start anything." Skye replied, making

John chuckle from the back of his throat.

John answered her question by pressing his lips to

hers and Skye didn't stop it this time as John guided

her body on top of the bed, never breaking the kiss as

he slowly slid his hands up and down her body, knowing

that right now was the moment that both of them had

been waiting for.

Chapter 11

Sun shined in my eyes as my eyes fluttered open and I

smiled as I looked up and seen Brock staring right

back at me. He caressed my cheek lovingly, sending

bolts of electricity down my spine and made me beam

with absolute happiness. Pale blue orbs glittered back

at me with so much love coursing through them that it

actually scared me. I frowned as I got up, dusting the

dry dirt from my clothes and started walking back

inside when I felt a hand clamp around my upper arm. I

turned back around and sighed, knowing this was going

to be one of the hardest tasks I would ever have to

do.

"What Brock? What do you want?" I asked, an edge

forming in my voice.

"You." Was all he said and I felt my heart breaking

instantly.

"Well you can't have me Brock. When are you going to

learn that I'm not worth your time!?" I exclaimed,

trying to break the strong hold Brock had on me, but

it was no use.  He was too strong.

"Yes you are and don't ever say that again." Brock

cooly stated, his blue eyes blazing at me.

"No I'm not!! I'm ugly and worthless so just go and

get someone who you can actually enjoy being with!?" I

shouted, my voice shaking from the intensity of my

emotions.

"You know what? Fuck it. Go ahead and walk away, but I

refuse to feel sorry for you. Do you honestly think I

would hang out with you and be with you if I didn't

like you?? Get real woman! You're absolutely gorgeous

and I don't see why you constantly put yourself down!"

Brock said, raising his voice a little to me.

"I don't know what..."

"Don't try that bullshit with me Jessie because it

won't work. Why don't you go take a good long look in

the mirror and figure out exactly what you want. I

tried everything in my power to...Nevermind. Fuck it."

Brock said in a bitter tone that made tears well up in

my eyes as he walked away from me.

'My God what have I done?' I thought as I rejectedly

walked into the mansion and back to my room, not

liking what I seen once I walked in.

Chapter 12

After another brutal encounter of love making with

Glenn, Demonica was spent, but groaned when she

remembered they still had that long drive to make

toward Mark's house. She shivered slightly with fear

and excitement, knowing Mark wouldn't want to see her.

She quickly got dressed and was in the car in a record

setting time, wanting to do everything in her power to

please Glenn. When she seen the corners of his mouth

twitch, she knew he was pleased with her and she

couldn't be anymore thrilled than at that moment. She

settled back in her seat, wondering what it was going

to be like to see Mark again. Demonica could only hope

that he welcomed his own baby sister with open arms.

Demonica and Glenn weren't brother and sister

technically because Mark and Glenn weren't full

blooded brothers. Glenn's father married Mark's mother

and Mark's mother had Demonica from an affair she had

had. Therefore, Glenn and Demonica were in no shape or

form related. Mark was however related to Demonica

through their mother. Glenn was born through his own

mother who had died tragically in a car accident one

year after Glenn had been born so he didn't even know

her. Glenn and Mark were related only by marriage and

that's the way it was.

Glenn looked over at Demonica and knew that she was

nervous as Hell about seeing Mark again, but he

couldn't help that. He had to get this straightened

out because he wanted to be in the Ministry and knew

that Mark seeing his baby sister might let Glenn in

easier, even though something told him that it was

going to be easier said than done. He grabbed her hand

and kissed the top of it, letting her know that

everything was going to be okay. He seen her smile

back at him and seen her start to drift off to sleep.

Smirking widely, Glenn decided to let her get some

rest, knowing she would need it for the encounter with

her brother in just a few short hours.

Natalie was just roaming the castle grounds when she

seen Mark. She went over to him and Mark wrapped a

protective arm around her waist, kissing her on the

forehead lovingly. He just plastered on a fake smile

and watched as Natalie smiled up at Mark. He had to

admit they came a long way....

~Past~

Back in the old Ministry days, life was so much harder

than it was now. Masters had maidens as their slaves

and forced them to do whatever they pleased. This

included Natalie and Mark. Natalie was Mark's slave

and did whatever he wanted, even though she despised

the ground the man walked on. Hell, she couldn't even

stand to look in his cold, heartless green orbs

without feeling disgusted with herself.

One night in particular was the end for her as Mark

had just gotten back from being on the road and seen

that his slave wasn't waiting for him.

When he finally found her, crouched in a corner of the

basement with torn clothes and a battered body, Mark's

nostrils flared in absolute anger and his chest heaved

up and down as he bore a hole right in her very soul

and she was terrified. She felt Mark grab her by her

hair, making her scream out in pain as Mark belted her

one right across the face, bruising it instantly.

"LET ME GO!!!!!!" She howled, waking the entire

household up and that made Mark clamp his large hand

over her mouth as he dragged her to his chambers,

ready to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.

Mark threw her on the floor, cracking her chin on top

of it, but that wasn't the end of it. He lifted her up

and pinned her to the bed by both hands with one of

his, making tears stream down her face in absolute

terror. He smiled sadistically down at her and started

undressing her, but Mark had gotten distracted and

went to see what the commotion was and that's when

Natalie hurled herself out of the window, crashing to

the ground with a sickening thud.

It was a miracle that she survived and Mark vowed then

and there to never treat a lady in that manner again.

Soon after that the two fell in love and were married

in an unholy wedding ceremony. He was absolutely

disgusted with the way Natalie had forgiven him and

hadn't returned until now.

Natalie seen the tears in Mark's eyes and realized

that he had just endured the night when she plummeted

to her death, or so she thought. God she would never

forget that night and neither would Mark, who had a

sympathetic look on his face, but Natalie refused to

let him feel sorry for himself. She remembered the

last time that happened and it wasn't a pretty sight.

"Stop it before I hurl your ass through those windows.

It was a long time ago. Forget about it." Natalie

stated and walked away, not wanting to relive her

history with Mark, which wasn't a very pleasant one at

all.

God she did things she never dreamed she'd do and

would never, ever forget them even though she tried.

Alone and seeing no one around, Natalie finally found

a dark corner and quietly sobbed to herself, needing

the release.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!???? GET THE FUCK

OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!!!!!" I screamed at the top

of my lungs when I seen John and Skye making out on my

bed.

They immediately scrambled for their belongings and

quietly exited the way they had entered, leaving me to

wallow in my self pity. Tears of pain and heart slid

down my cheeks as I got up and looked in the mirror,

not liking what I seen.

Years of torment and abuse had taken effect on me as I

seen dark circles under my sapphire blue eyes, that

once had the fire and life inside of them, which

looked dead and dark. My hair was a mess and was

getting longer and longer as the days passed by.

Wrinkles were starting to form on my face and I was as

pale as white, glistening snow. God I looked terrible!

I quickly ran back to the bed and covered up, not

wanting to see another day, another look of myself.

The only thing I wanted to do was sleep and that's

exactly what I was going to do. I then thought of

Brock and what he had said, but truth be told; I

didn't know what I wanted. I had been abused for

almost five years by my ex and Brock actually wanted

me to tell him what I wanted?!

I sighed as I wiped my tears away and snuggled under

the covers, knowing I had to leave the following

night, no matter how weak or unprepared I was. I had

to get away before it was to late. Satisfied with my

somewhat thought up plan, I closed my eyes and drifted

into a restless sleep, not seeing the shadowed figure

staring at me with those icy blue orbs of his.

'You won't be going anywhere Jessie unless its over my

dead body!' Brock thought deadly as he stormed off,

needing to get his plan in action for Jessie's

departure.

Chapter 13

"Oh God John..." Skye moaned once they were inside his

chambers, her tiny fingers running through his short

brown hair and his hands roaming up and down the

length of her skinny body.

He was lighting her completely on fire! Their lips met

in another passionate kiss, this time more eager and

demanding, which Skye didn't have a problem with. He

scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to

the bed, gently laying her down and never breaking the

kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue, plunging

deep inside her depths and tasting her once again,

making her senses reel out of control. Once John broke

the kiss, Skye immediately scooted back from him, her

whole body shaking and her breathing ragged. Tears

were in her eyes as she started for the door, but John

made quick work of the lock and key deal. She started

panicking and started banging on the door with her

tiny fists, making John more confused than ever.

"Please don't do this John. Just let me go..." Skye

trailed off, her voice cracking from the fear building

up inside of her.

"Shhh calm down woman I ain't gonna hurt you." John

stated, walking over to her and stopped right behind

her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling

her close to his body. "I just wanna hold you tonight

under the full moon's light. Won't you let me do that?

Or do I have to escape quicker than a blood sucking

bat?"

Skye laughed and turned around, hugging John to her as

the tears dried on her eyes and cheeks. He picked her

head up and brushed his lips to hers in a passionate

kiss.

"Mmmm that felt good. Why me?" Skye asked once more,

making John smile down at her as he picked her up once

again in his arms.

"Cause you're the only one for me baby. Lay down in

this bed and let me hold you close." John replied as

Skye nodded her head at him and laid down, sighing

when she felt John wrap his strong arms around her

waist, pulling her even closer.

"Do you think she's mad at me?" Skye asked quietly,

making John kiss the back of her neck softly.

"Go to sleep and worry about it tomorrow." John

replied in a low voice that made Skye close her eyes

and fall into a restless slumber while John just

stared at her with the moonlight as his only light.

'If your father was still alive, I'd fuck him up and

make him apologize. No one will ever hurt you again

because if they do, I'll kill them with my knife.'

John thought as he finally fell asleep.

Mark was sitting in his study room, reading some kind

of binding spell for a few members of his Ministry

when there was a knock on the main mansion doors.

Looking up and taking his glasses off, Mark set the

book down and went to answer it, hoping whoever it was

had a pretty damn good reason for being here in the

middle of the night. He slipped on his black cloak and

went to the doors, opening them and was shocked to see

his own baby sister staring back at him with those

same emerald green orbs so much like his own.

"Hello my brother." She replied, tears forming in her

eyelids as Glen stepped out of the darkness.

"Hello brother." Glenn replied, making Mark's head

spin as he seen his half brother and sister staring

back at him.

"What do you two want?" Mark asked gruffly, not

wanting to show how happy he actually was to see them.

Demonica didn't say anything as she flung herself in

his arms, squeezing the life out of her big brother

and just let the tears pour down her cheeks and soak

his cloak. Mark hesitantly wrapped his arms around his

sister's shaking body and pulled her close, kissing

the top of her head and tried to calm her down.

"Forgive us Mark, please." Demonica whispered, her

voice to hoarse and filled with emotion to speak out

loud.

"Come in." Mark replied, holding open the door for

Glenn and his sister, wondering what they wanted and

was about to find out...

The moon was in the sky and full of life as I quickly

got dressed in my black clothes, knowing I had to

leave on this night, no matter what. That son of a

bitch was going to pay for what he did to me, no

matter what. There was so much hatred and fire burning

in my soul that I was about to explode. I quickly put

my black steel toed boots on and grabbed my bag,

leaving a measly note as an explanation to Brock and

quickly started tying the rope I had found earlier

that day to the bedpost, knowing it would hold my body

since I was light. I threw the rope down the four

story window and started descending it when I felt a

hand cover my mouth and drag me toward the bed.

"Let me..." I started to scream but was muzzled by a

pair of lips on mine.

"Don't fight me Jessie." I heard that familiar voice

whisper in my ear just as I felt a cloth cover my

mouth and nose.

Darkness finally enveloped my body as I went limp in

the arms of Brock, who had a smirk plastered on his

face.

'Now for phase two of my plan.' Brock thought as he

picked her lifeless body up in his strong arms and

carried her out of the room and toward his own

chambers.

Natalie was walking through the hallways of the

mansion, thinking about the confrontation she had just

had with both her master and her best friend when she

seen Mark lead two people into his study. Quickly and

quietly so no one would hear her, Natalie listened

through the door, not believing what she was hearing! 

Mark had a brother and sister and she didn't even know

it?! Natalie was fueled with absolute rage and deceit

that she just hauled off and kicked his door in,

startling all three of the members in the room.

Natalie's eyes turned a dangerous red and her hair

flew up all over the place as the wind started

spinning things around. She lifted her hands in the

air and disappeared as fast as she came, leaving all

three members in shocked silence with one Hell of a

mess to clean up.

"Shit!" Mark muttered sharply as he quickly rushed out

of the room, desperately trying to find his mistress

who wasn't in a happy mood.

Chapter 14

"So you want to be in my Ministry?" Mark asked,

rubbing his chin deep in thought. "Why?"

Glenn stood up along with Demonica and said, "Because

you need me in the Ministry brother. You need my

strength and my power and you know that NO ONE can

take charge the way that I can. I have prove.

Demonica?"

Demonica didn't say a word as she lowered her head and

got down on her hands and knees, hearing that noise

that set her loins on fire. It was the noise that made

her absolutely drunk with desire. She licked her lips

and was about to give Glenn what he wanted when Mark

stood her up and put her behind him, fire of hatred in

his eyes.

"You sick FUCK! How could you do this to OUR sister?!"

Mark growled, making Demonica peek behind Mark and

seen Glenn smirk widely at her.

"Simple brother. She's not MY sister. She's YOUR

sister." Glen replied, making Mark sick with disgust

as he stared down into Demonica's eyes, mirror images

of his own.

He was about to say something else when the doors flew

open and there stood Natalie, anger burning in her

eyes as she stared directly at Mark, who was

dumbfounded and speechless at the moment. However, she

was gone as fast as she had arrived and Mark muttered

something as he made his way out of the room, leaving

Glenn and Demonica standing there in a daze.

"What the Hell was that?" Glenn asked, making Demonica

shake her head at him.

"I have no idea."

"NATALIE!!" Mark bellowed as he stormed through the

mansion, anger and confusion burning in his emerald

green orbs. "NATALIE!!!"

"WHAT?!" He heard her scream and quickly ran up the

stairs, two at a time and threw open the door to one

of the guest rooms, seeing her sitting on the bed with

tears streaming down her face. "Don't even think about

talking to me right now Mark! I'm in NO mood."

"How did you do that?" Mark asked, ignoring her

threats.

Natalie sat up and bore a hole through his very soul,

her eyes still a blood red. Mark actually had to take

a step back, not wanting to anger her anymore than she

already was.

"Obviously you don't know me as well as you thought

you did. I studied Wicca for most of my life, dark

black magic." Natalie replied, standing up and staring

deep in the flames of the fireplace that was in the

room.

"Why haven't you used it until now then?" Mark asked,

making her cackle in a slow, seductive, dangerous

tone.

"Mark, I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted too. All

the Hell you put me through was just a mirror test for

you. You see, I wasn't as damaged as you might have

thought I was. I didn't have the heart to use my magic

against you and I never will." Natalie explained, her

eyes returning back to their normal color and that's

when Mark took her in his arms, holding her close and

kissed her forehead lovingly.

"I swear to you I will never hurt you like that again.

Natalie, why did you let your power show now?" Mark

asked, looking deep in her eyes.

"I was angry that you didn't tell me you had a brother

and a sister. I mean I knew you and Glenn were close,

but I didn't realize exactly how close." Natalie

mumbled, burying her face deep in his chest and

inhaling his scent. "I'm sorry Mark."

"Glenn and I are not very close Natalie. We're barely

brothers, just like Demonica. We're not close either."

Mark sighed, wishing he would have told her about this

long ago instead of her finding out like this.

"Can I meet them?" She asked, hope filling her eyes.

Mark sighed, knowing she couldn't really meet them

until he was certain that they were safe and loyal to

him. He looked down at her, wishing that he could

trust his siblings, but knew it would never happen.

"Soon baby. Soon."

I woke up sometime later that night feeling a wave of

dizziness wash over me immediately. The room was dark

and the only light I had was from the moonlight

shining in the room. My head was pounding from the

after effects of that horrible smelling sleeping

substance that was bestowed upon me only hours ago.

The memories of a few hours ago suddenly came rushing

back to me and I tried getting up, but I couldn't. I

looked up and seen my wrists cuffed to the bedposts,

sending a sensation of dread course throughout my

body. Tears started welling up in my eyes as I looked

down and seen I was dressed in a black sleeping gown,

the top of my breasts showing and pushing at the

material. It was spaghetti strapped and trimmed with

black lace around the straps and the bottom of the

gown. My hair was also put up in a high ponytail or

something like that and I had a black silky blanket

snuggled tight around my waist. The gown felt as if it

went down a little past my knees, but I knew it was

longer than that. I sighed with relief.

Hearing the doorknob start to turn and the door slowly

creak open, I whipped my head in the direction and

gasped at what I saw. There was Brock standing before

me, his arms crossed in front of his big, massive

chest and he was bare-chested with a pair of snug

black jeans. His hair looked to be wet from what I

could tell in the moonlight and he smelled so good. I

closed my eyes when I felt a flashback coming back to

me and it wasn't something I wanted to remember.

~*Don't fight me Jessie*~

"It was you!" I stated, tearing my eyes away from his

as I felt the bed dip.

"You're not leaving me Jessie. I did what I had to

do." Brock replied, sitting down on the bed beside me

and gently grabbed my chin, making me lock eyes with

his.

"By kidnapping me and making me stay here against my

will!?" I exclaimed with anger in my eyes, tears

threatening to fall as my vision became blurry.

"Let me love you Jessie..." Brock trailed off as he

leaned down and started kissing my neck softly with

his lips and traced it with his tongue, but I refused

to give in. "Let me make you feel like a real

woman..."

"Never!" I spat, spitting in his face, angering him to

say the least.

"You wanna play that way? FINE!" Brock shouted,

terrifying me as he ripped the sheets away from my

body exposing the black lacey gown that was put on me.

"We'll play your way but one way or the other, I will

have you as mine!!"

I started crying softly as I felt his body roaming

over mine as he ran his strong hands up the length of

my body. I tried everything I could to resist him, but

the seduction was too strong for me to take.

"Brock please don't..." I whimpered and he immediately

stopped, staring deep in my eyes and seen the true

fear in them. "Don't do this to me."

"God I'm so sorry Jessie." Brock cried as he uncuffed

my hands and stood up, looking out the window.

"Leave."

Tears slid down my cheeks as I started for the door

and put my hand on the knob, but something stopped me

from leaving. The door was unlocked and I was finally

free to go, but I couldn't do it. I turned back around

and stared at Brock and I seen the tears sliding down

his cheeks as well.

"What if I don't want to leave?"

Brock turned around with a ton of questions in his

eyes and I smiled as I walked over to him, locking

eyes with his as I slid my hand in his and pulled him

close, passionately kissing his lips and I felt his

arms wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer. His

tongue slid inside my mouth, dueling with my own and I

broke the kiss, caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Brock asked, making me look

down and I kissed his chest softly, running my hands

over it.

"Shhhh. Make love to me Brock, please." I whispered,

making Brock look down in my eyes and I seen the

desire coursing through them.

"Are you sure Jessie?" Brock asked, worry evident

showing in his eyes.

I answered his question by pulling him down for

another kiss, knowing he would make me his on this

night.

Chapter 15

"I can't make love to you right now." Brock replied,

making my heart drop to the depths of my stomach as I

backed away from him, tears of pain in my eyes.

"You don't want too, do you? You never did!" I

exclaimed and started to run toward the door when I

felt his arms wrap around my waist again.

"Yes I do, but not yet. We have to go. Mark is

expecting us." Brock stated, grabbing me by the hand

and dragging me out of the room and up the stairs,

confusing me to say the least.

Her eyes opened to the bright moonlight shining down

on her and John's bodies, which were cuddled together.

Skye smiled as she got up and looked down at John's

sleeping form and gently brushed her lips against his,

seeing his eyes flutter open and he smiled up at her.

He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek lovingly

before pulling her down for a passionate kiss.

"What's up?" He asked once the kiss was broken.

"Master wants to see us right now. I have no idea what

it's about, but I do know that it can't be good. Come

on." Skye said, holding her hand out to him and he

took it as they walked out of the room together and

toward Mark's study, where all the meetings were held.

Mark and Natalie emerged from their chambers, seeing

everyone there and this made Mark extremely pleased,

but there was something different. He seen the young

woman he saved a few nights back in the dark alley way

and smiled at her with a sympathetic one.

"Demonica and Glenn's ceremony shall be held underway

on the next full moon. They are considered our newest

members." Mark declared, making every eye in the room

teary.

"Thank you brother for this chance." Glenn stated and

shook hands.

"Mark?" Demonica asked, making him look down at her.

"I'm sorry." She then turned to Glenn and knew she

would regret this later, but at that moment she didn't

care. "I'm not your slave anymore. I'm done with that

shit. So if you want a real relationship with me,

you'll have to earn it."

With that said and done, she walked out of the room

and toward her bedroom, needing to have herself a good

cry over the disturbing anguish that Glenn had put her

through.

Glenn on the other hand was livid! He started going

after her, but Mark stopped him, shaking his head at

him and letting him know that absolutely no violence

against women would take place in this house. Glenn

nodded his head, not wanting to hurt her. He wanted to

be with her if anything and would do just that.

"Now that this is settled, I have one last thing to

take care of. Jessie come here." Mark commanded

gently, making me stand up and lower my head, not

wanting to look anyone in the eye, especially Skye and

John. "Raise your head girl when you talk to me."

I did just that.

"Do you love Brock?" Mark asked bluntly, making my

eyes widen with surprise.

"How am I supposed to answer that?" I replied, making

him quirk an eyebrow at me.

"Yes or no?" Mark retorted, smirking at me and I just

lowered my eyes.

"Yes." I whispered, making Mark pick my chin up in his

strong hand, looking deep in my eyes.

"Are you in love with him?" Natalie asked, making me

smile as I nodded my head at her.

She was much easier to answer too and I seen Mark

smile at her.

"Brock come here." Natalie commanded, making him stand

up and saunter up to the front, immediately entwining

our fingers together. "Do you love..."

"Yes to both questions." Brock replied before Natalie

could even ask him.

"Your bonding ceremony will take place tomorrow night.

You're dismissed." Mark stated, making my eyes widen

with shock as Brock pulled me out of the room, knowing

Brock would question me about what I had just did in

there.

"Skye get up here." Mark growled, making her eyes

widen with fear as she shakily got up and bowed in

front of her master, knowing she and John couldn't be

together, no matter what. "What's with you and John?"

"I promise I'll end it master. I don't want to upset

you." Skye replied, heartache evident in her voice and

Mark immediately softened on her.

"Don't you do that. You and him belong together and

your bonding ceremony will be in one week. Until then,

you cannot make love and that goes for Brock and

Jessie as well. That's why he stopped himself from

making love to her a few minutes prior to this

meeting. You are free to go." Mark stated, making Skye

stand up with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you master." She stated and started walking

back to John when Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her

into his arms.

"You're one of us now."

Skye smiled and her and John left to go back to their

chambers.

"The rest of you are dismissed." Mark stated and

grabbed Natalie's hand, leading her toward their own

chambers.

Chapter 16

"Bonding ceremony?" I asked, confused as to what was

going on once we arrived back in the room.

"Yes." Brock said, laying down on the bed and putting

his hands behind his head. "Did you mean it?"

I turned around and met his eyes and said, "What?"

Brock sat up and walked toward me, wrapping his arms

around my body and started kissing my neck softly and

whispered, "What you said at the meeting. Did you mean

it?"

"Yes." I hissed when I felt him bite into my flesh and

I raked my fingernails down his back, making him growl

out in desire.

"Damn it!" Brock growled from the back of his throat

as he inhaled the scent of my hair. "God I wish I

could make love to you."

"Why can't you?" I asked barely above a whisper, my

voice very shaky from the intensity of desire that was

flowing through me.

"We have to wait until we're bonded." Brock said with

a deep sigh, pulling me over to the bed and I started

smirking widely as I started crawling up his body,

licking my lips at him as I straddled his legs,

pulling my gown up over my head, but Brock stopped me,

knowing what would happen if I did that. "Don't do

that. I don't care what you have planned. You take

that gown off and I'll take you right here and now."

I laughed as I crawled up the length of his body and

pressed my lips to his, making a groan escape Brock's

lips and I broke it as I curled up beside him and

closed my eyes, feeling his hand rubbing the small of

my back in circles, lulling me to sleep as well as

himself as he wrapped me tightly in his arms, covering

us both up with the blanket just as the sun came up.

"John, I'm scared." Skye said as soon as he shut the

door to his chambers.

"Baby it's going to be okay. We have a whole week so

don't worry about it." John replied, wrapping his arms

around her waist.

"I can't help it. I don't want to get hurt and I know

that the bonding ceremony does that." She said, tears

forming in her eyes as she turned around and started

crying on his chest.

"Skye look at me." John gently commanded, making her

lift her red eyes to his. "Is our love worth it?"

"What?" She asked confused as to what he was asking

her.

"Is this..." He trailed off, pointing at the two of

them. "Worth the pain? Is our love worth the pain?"

"Of course it is John!" Skye exclaimed, caressing his

face with the back of her hand. "I love you."

John smiled and said, "Say that again."

Skye smiled back and repeated, "I love you John."

"God I love you too Skye." John replied, picking her

up and swinging her in the air, making her squeal out

in delight.

Chapter 17

Demonica ran to her room and slammed the door shut,

locking it in the process and collapsed on top of the

bed, crying her heart out to the silence. She loved

Glenn, God help her, but he was so cruel to her. She

knew he could never love her the way she would like

him to and it broke her heart to know that it was

never going to happen. She wiped her tears away with

the back of her hand when she heard a knock on her

door and went to answer it, backing up when she seen

who it was.

"Please don't hurt me." Demonica whispered, lowering

her head to the floor, not able to look the man she

loved more than life itself in the eye.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby. Not anymore." Glenn

said, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.

"Demonica, I love you."

Tears slid down her cheeks as she heard him say the

three words that she had only dreamed of him saying.

She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, moaning

when Glenn captured her lips with his in a passionate

kiss that wasn't mean and cold hearted. No. This kiss

was full of love and desire, something that Demonica

had never experienced before and it felt so wonderful.

She backed up against the bed and fell, never breaking

the kiss Glenn had bestowed upon her. She wrapped her

arms around his neck, caressing his face with her

hands and moving from side to side until Glenn finally

broke it, staring deep in her emerald green eyes.

"Can I make love to you Demonica?" Tears brimming his

eyes as he leaned down and inhaled her scent from her

hair. "I swear I'll be gentle."

"Yes." Demonica breathlessly said, making Glenn smile

down at her as he took her lips with his again, moving

lower and kissing along her jaw line, making Demonica

arch her back and neck up, giving him more access as

she ran her fingers through his long dark ringlets.

Glenn attached his lips to her neck, nibbling and

sucking softly on her delicate flesh, wanting her to

feel like a real woman. No more beatings. No more

raping. No more roughness. This was all going to be

gentle because Glenn wanted her to be his forever. He

started moving lower, bringing her body up to his and

taking off her blood red nightgown she had put on

before he had shown up. He licked his lips when she

had absolutely nothing on under it and took full

advantage of her breasts, kissing in between them and

massaged her right breast while attaching his lips to

her other one with his lips and tongue, making it

instantly hard. Demonica moaned, running her fingers

through his hair and loving the feel of his lips on

her body. He was making her insane and craving for

more.

Glenn finally took pity on her once he seen her

nipples weren't going to get any harder and placed her

on top of the bed with her legs wrapped around his

waist. Glenn looked deep into her eyes as he unwrapped

them and got up, undressing himself completely and

then got back on top of her, positioning himself at

her treasure he had drove himself in so many times,

but this time it was going to be nice and slow.

Not a word was spoken as Glenn pushed himself inside

of her, stretching her to the limits and then

proceeded to thrust slowly, methodically in and out of

her, wanting this to last as long as possible.

Demonica moaned very loudly as she wrapped her legs

around his waist and raked her fingernails down his

back, wanting him to go faster, but he resisted.

"Glenn baby please...Faster..." Demonica trailed off,

smiling when Glenn started slamming in and out of her

as fast as he could, making her close her eyes and

hissed in his ear. "Harder."

Glenn spread her legs apart wider, driving himself

deep, DEEP inside of her, perspiration starting to

form on his forehead as the delicious noise of flesh

on flesh smacking each other filled the room. Moans

and groans as well. Finally, Glenn felt her walls

clamping down around his shaft and that was pretty

much all he could take as he growled out her name in

his release with one last stroke, exploding as deep

inside of her as he could go. Demonica cried out his

name in total ecstasy as she felt him spill his seed

inside of her and it was a feeling like no other.

"GLENN!!!"

"DEMONICA!"

Glenn collapsed on top of her sweaty body, kissing her

forehead lovingly and caressing her hair as he rolled

off of her, immediately pulling her in his strong

embrace, kissing her shoulder blades and smiled when

he heard her sigh in contentment. He felt her rest her

head on his chest, a feeling that was like no other

and he never wanted it to end.

"I love you girl."

Demonica rolled over and caressed his face and said,

"And I love you."

Chapter 18

I was sitting in Brock's chambers, looking in the

mirror when there was a knock on the door. I smiled

and got up to answer it, grinning when I seen it was

Skye and she looked absolutely fantastic. A light blue

silky dress with a squared neckline was what her dress

looked like and it was spaghetti strapped. Her

necklace was a line full of diamonds with a light blue

stone much like her dress attached to the necklace.

Her hair was up in a twist with light blue clips on

both sides of her hair.

"Mark wanted me to send this to you for your bonding

ceremony tonight." Skye stated, lowering her eyes and

I smiled and lifted her chin up with my hand.

"Don't worry about the other night. I was angry, but

tonight I want you to be my witness. Would you do that

for me?" I asked, making her eyes light up in

happiness.

"YES! Okay, can I help you get ready?" She asked

excitedly and I nodded my head yes, knowing I would

need help getting ready.

The dress was a sapphire blue, long and slim with a

crystal diamond in the crease of my breasts where the

V-neck ended. The dress was long sleeved and velvet

with a shimmer to it and went past my feet. It was

absolutely gorgeous and just the right size. Skye did

my hair up in tons of spiral curls with her curling

iron and put a clip in my hair that was the same color

as my dress, making my hair frame my face and hang

down past my rear end. Then she proceeded to decorate

my eyes with blue eyeliner and put just a hint of

silver eye shadow above the eyeliner, bringing out my

sapphire blue orbs nicely. The last thing she put on

me was a necklace with a beautiful sapphire blue gem

attached to a row of diamonds as the necklace. It was

absolutely breathtaking and brought tears to my eyes.

"No don't cry. You'll ruin my masterpiece." Skye said,

tears forming in her own as well. "You look amazing."

"Thank you for everything." I said, hugging Skye and

desperately tried not to tear up again.

Our moment was disturbed by another knock on the door

and it opened to reveal Mark. I looked into his eyes

and seen the light shining in them. He really liked

what I was wearing.

"You look stunning, Jessie." Mark said, making me

smile as I hugged him.

"Thank you Mark. You saved my life and brought me here

to meet the man I wanna spend the rest of my life

with. You brought me here from the shadows of my fate

and darkness and helped me understand what life can

truly bring you. I'm ready to join your Ministry." I

replied, looking him straight in the eye.

"You're welcome Jessie. I knew you were something

special. I just didn't realize it until now. The

ceremony will begin in one hour. You have some

visitors outside." Mark replied, making me smile as I

nodded at him as he kissed my cheek and walked out,

leaving the door open and in walked Natalie and

Demonica.

"Hey girls! Thanks for coming. You all look fabulous!"

I exclaimed, hugging all the girls that I had gotten

to know little by little.

"Thank you too. Lord, Brock isn't going to know what

hit him!" Natalie stated, smiling wide and she wasn't

looking half bad herself.

Her dress was long and slender made of silk and was

spaghetti strapped and it was black. She had her hair

up with curls hanging down her neck and framing her

face accompanied with a black onyx stone with diamonds

attached to the stone. It was gorgeous and so was she.

Demonica was wearing a blood red velvet dress that

fanned out on the bottom and it was long sleeved with

a low plunging V-neck. Her necklace was a blood red

stone with onyx stones attached to it for the

necklace. It was one of a kind and very pretty. Her

hair was left down and the ends were curled, giving it

a little bounce. She looked awesome.

"You got that right Natalie. I mean you'd think this

was her wedding day or something." Demonica stated,

making all four of the girls laugh including herself.

"Brock is gonna drop dead when he see's you." Skye

replied, smiling wide at me.

I sighed as I sat down and the other girls followed

and we just waited silently for the knock on the door

that would seal my fate once and for all. I bit my

lower lip and became very nervous as the time slowly

ticked by and I wondered what Brock was doing at that

precise moment...

"You look nice man." Mark said just as the other two

men arrived. "She really loves you."

"Yeah I know. You all look cool." Brock replied,

smiling as they all took a seat and waited as the time

went by and Brock got a good look at all of them.

Brock was wearing a dark blue silk shirt with two

buttons undone and his pants were black dress ones.

His hair was spiked up with gel and he had on a silver

Rolex watch.

Glenn was wearing a blood red dress shirt that Mark

had provided for him accompanied with a pair of black

dress pants and his hair was pulled back in a tight,

low ponytail. His goatee was trimmed just right and he

had on a black onyx Rolex, which was very rare.

John was wearing a light blue throwback jersey,

refusing to be like the others with a pair of light

blue jean shorts and a light blue band on his head.

His hair was spiked up the best he could and he was

wearing his padlock on a silver chain. He was indeed

the unique one.

Last but not least was Mark and he had on a his

Ministry robe. His hair was left down and wet from a

shower and his goatee was trimmed just right. The

teardrop was under his right eye and was wearing his

symbol on a silver chain around his neck.

"It's time." Mark announced and was on his way to

retrieve the ladies. "Stay here Brock. The rest of you

follow me."

I whipped my head at the door when I heard that knock

I had been waiting for. My hands became sweaty and my

heart started to race as Skye answered the door,

letting in three out of four of the men that were in

the mansion. I seen all the ladies and guys drop their

jaws at each other, not believing how handsome and

beautiful each looked to each other. I only hoped

Brock liked the way I looked.

Mark came over to me after receiving a huge lip lock

from Natalie and said, "Who is your witness?"

"Skye."

"Very well. John was chosen by Brock." Mark stated,

winking at me.

I smiled and everyone came over and wished me luck. I

smiled at all of them and told them that I didn't need

it, but thanked them anyway and then they were off to

the ceremony. I sat on my bed and waited for Brock to

come and get me just like he was supposed too. I

twiddled my fingers and watched as Mark set up the

whole bedroom, candles lit everywhere and then he came

over, kissed me on the cheek and was out the door to

retrieve Brock. I could only hope what was about to

happen next.

Chapter 19

I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, knowing it

was part of the ceremony. I put my hands at my sides

and waited for Brock to come retrieve me. I tensed up

when I heard the doorknob turn and the door open, but

I could not see who it was because my eyes were still

closed.

Brock's breath was caught in his throat at the site of

the sleeping angel laying in his bed. My God she was

beautiful before, but now she was just downright

stunning! That dress and hair, everything was

gorgeous. Brock sat down on the bed and caressed her

cheek lovingly, watching as her voluptuous chest rose

and fell with every breath that escaped her full pouty

glossy lips. Brock couldn't contain himself anymore.

He bent down and captured her lips with his in a

passionate kiss, making Jessie wrap her arms around

his neck instinctively and a moan escaped her lips as

well. Brock broke the kiss and looked down at her,

seeing she was still asleep or at least pretending

too. He smiled as he picked her body up in his strong

arms, feeling her go limp as he carried her downstairs

toward the ceremony.

I kept my eyes closed as instructed by Mark and felt

my body being laid on a concrete platform and I felt

them strap me down, never opening my eyes, at least

not until I was allowed. I felt a hand being placed on

my forehead and heart, knowing this was all part of

the ceremony. I felt Brock's hand touch mine and he

kissed my lips, holding them there firmly in place as

Mark chanted his tongue in Ministrian, a language that

the Ministry formed themselves.

"Open your eyes." Mark commanded and I did, looking

deep in Brock's eyes and he just smiled at me as Adam

and Glenn strapped him on another board right next to

me. "You two have decided to be together and with that

decision comes a great bonding. Skye, hand me my

dagger."

I gulped, but didn't say a word as I felt the knife

slice into the flesh of my hand, making tears form in

my eyes, but I didn't scream or anything. I bit my

bottom lip really hard when I felt the knife cut into

my other hand, making a trickle of my blood pour on

the board.

"Bring me the chalice." Mark commanded, making Skye

hand it to him as she watched what her and John were

going to have to go through.

After cutting both of Brock's palms like mine, Mark

mixed our blood in the chalice and had us each drink

half the glass, bonding us together physically. After

that was done, we were both unstrapped from our

platforms and stood in front of Mark, gazing at one

another.

"Put your hands together and bind your blood once and

for all. If you wish to do the entire ceremony, than

Brock needs to ask his mistress right now." Mark

stated and we entwined our fingers together, pressing

our palms together and mixing our blood as one.

"Calmauge saiene!"

"Brock, do you wish to carry on with the entire

ceremony or not?" Mark asked, making me quirk an

eyebrow at my newly bonding partner.

"What is he talking about?" I asked, making Brock

stare deep in my eyes as he grabbed my hands in his.

"Do you love me?" Brock asked, dead serious about what

he just asked me.

"Yes I do, but I don't under..." Brock pressed his

fingertips to my lips, hushing me as he got down on

one knee and pulled out a black velvet box, opening it

in the process and I gasped at what I seen.

It was a rare sapphire blue stone cut in the shape of

a heart set in a silver band with black onyx stones

surrounding it. It was absolutely gorgeous and I just

stared in Brock's eyes, not believing what was

happening.

"Marry me Jessie, right here, right now."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked over at Skye

and Demonica, who had tears of their own in their eyes

as well as the rest of the girls. They were all

nodding their heads at me and I just took the ring out

of the box, slipped it on my finger and nodded my head

yes, not able to speak from the build up of emotion in

my voice. Brock nodded and stood back up, grabbing my

hands in his, which were fully healed up miraculously

and smiled as Mark proceeded with the ceremony.

"Do you Jessie, take Brock Lesnar, to be your unholy

soul mate and serve in the Ministry as long as you

both shall live?" Mark asked, making me smile wide.

"Yes."

"Do you Brock Lesnar, take Jessie, to be your unholy

soul mate and serve in the Ministry as long as you

both shall live?" Mark asked, making Brock smirk at

me.

"You're mine now."

Mark smiled at Brock's response and the rest of the

ceremony was like a blur to me, but the one thing I

remembered was the kiss that sealed the deal so to

speak. He bent me down and took my lips in his in a

hungry, promising kiss that left me absolutely

breathless when he tilted me back up to stand

vertically.

"It is time." Mark announced, making Brock grin as he

picked me up in his strong arms and proceeded to carry

me upstairs, never taking his eyes from mine.

"I love you my mistress." Brock whispered as he placed

me gently on the bed and locked the door, getting back

on top of me and capturing my lips with his.

"I love you too blue eyes." I replied, making him

smirk down at me as he slowly started undressing me,

kissing every inch of my body as he slowly took the

dress off of me. He lifted me off the bed with ease

and slid the dress off, throwing it into a pile on the

floor.

I got up and walked away from him, turning my back and

let down my long black curly hair, letting it flow

down my back in waves. I looked over my shoulder at

him and winked, making his jaw almost drop to the

floor. I crooked my finger at him, beckoning him to

come over and retrieve me and he didn't waste any time

as he scooped me up in his strong arms and placed me

back on the bed.

Brock smiled as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt,

tossing it to the floor and leaving me to drool over

his bare naked chest. God he was a wonderful piece of

meat! I licked my lips as I laid down on the bed in my

dark blue bra and panties set, offering myself to my

master and my husband. Brock crawled on the bed and

slowly stalked up my body, making me tremble with

desire beneath him. He slowly started running his

hands all over my body, whispering soothing words of

encouragement in my ear and I stopped trembling little

by little. I had to admit I was scared to death

because I was still innocent in my opinion. My

innocence was stolen from me by force so as far as I

was concerned, this was my first time.

Brock kissed my lips and moved down, tracing my jaw

line with his lips and tongue, sending bolts of

electricity down my spine. He smirked at the effect he

was having on me and continued his assault, making me

sigh with contentment and moan with pleasure, which

was exactly what I was feeling at that moment. Brock

moved just a little lower, taking the tender flesh of

my neck in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it and

it was a feeling that I couldn't describe. It was

absolutely amazing!

After thoroughly giving my neck the attention it

deserved, Brock moved lower, kissing and licking every

inch of me, making me throw my hands above my head and

I closed my eyes as he lifted me up and unsnapped my

bra, throwing it on the floor in the pile of clothes

that were already forming. Brock got on his knees and

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned down

and captured one of my nipples in his mouth while

massaging the other with his strong hand, making me

crazy insane with desire. When he seen that my nipple

wasn't going to get any harder and my skin was

flushed, he started his assault on my other nipple and

proceeded to give it the exact same treatment. I threw

my head back and ran my fingers over his short blonde

hair, moaning and pleading him to show me some mercy.

Brock finally took some mercy on me and laid me back

down, kissing my lips again as he started moving down

my body again, kissing and licking his path and

leaving a trail of fire down my body. I whimpered when

I felt his fingers hook inside my panties and sighed

when he slowly pulled them down my long smooth legs.

Brock smiled as he started kissing my feet very

lightly and moved his way up, leaving another trail of

kisses up my legs and my inner thighs and he proceeded

to give me the exact same treatment again with my

other leg and inner thigh, making me squirm and beg

him for some attention.

He smirked up at me and said, "I have to taste you

first baby."

I whimpered louder as he put both my legs on both

sides of his head, positioning his tongue at my hot,

dripping wetness and he licked his lips and started to

softly kiss my shaven mound, making me cry out in

frustration. Brock smiled as started to slowly trace

my outer lips with his tongue, making me squirm and he

held down my waist while he teased me over and over

again with his hot tongue. He finally took some pity

on me and licked up and down my slit, going deeper and

deeper with each stroke and I finally started moaning,

needing this release that was building up inside of me

all this time and I could feel the perspiration start

to form on my forehead. Brock finally couldn't take

anymore of this and plunged his tongue deep inside of

me, making me cry out in pleasure and he proceeded to

thrust harder and harder with each stroke, driving me

to the other side of insanity. I finally felt my walls

clamp around his tongue and let my hot liquid juices

flow inside his willing and greedy mouth, drinking me

completely dry and then sucked on my very sensitive

and swollen bud.

I collapsed on the bed in a heap, breathing very

heavily and my chest was heaving up and down. I felt

Brock start to climb up my body and knew I was far

from being done that night. I tried to get my

breathing under control as he kissed both sides of my

hips, and eventually found my lips with his, letting

me taste myself on his tongue and it was very erotic

and surprisingly turned me on even more than I already

was. I locked eyes with Brock's and knew this was the

moment we both had been waiting and craving for.

Brock got off of me and took his boxers off and then

climbed up my body, passionately kissing my lips again

and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist,

feeling him position himself at my center and I closed

my eyes as Brock leaned down near my ear and

whispered, "You're mine forever."

With that said and done, Brock plunged deep inside of

me, making me cry out in absolute and utter ecstasy

and Brock gripped her hips with his strong hands,

driving himself inside of her, not able to take the

slow pace, which I had absolutely no problem with. I

wanted him to drive himself as deep inside of me as he

could and I never wanted it to stop. I wrapped my arms

around his back and raked my fingernails roughly down

it, wanting him to pick up the pace and he didn't let

me down. He grabbed my thighs and pushed them as far

apart as he could, thrusting in and out of me, going

deeper and deeper with each stroke and it was the most

incredible feeling I'd ever felt in my entire life.

I'd never felt anything like that before and would

never forget that night. The sound of flesh smacking

flesh filled the room as Brock made love to me. I

finally started feeling my inner walls clamp around

his shaft and that was pretty much his undoing as

Brock slammed into me one last time, growling out my

name in his release as I felt him explode as deep

inside of me as I knew he would get. I cried out his

name at the exact same time because we had timed our

releases perfectly and I felt him collapsed on top of

me, our sweat mixing, our hearts beating as one and

our breathing ragged.

After about a five minute rest, Brock rolled off of me

and pulled me in his strong embrace, wrapping his arms

around my body and kissed my neck and shoulder blades

a few times while running his fingertips over the

small of my back in circles, lulling me into a deep

sleep, but I couldn't without telling him something.

"Thank you Brock." I whispered, making Brock kiss my

lips softly.

"For what?" He asked once his breathing had calmed

down.

"For making me feel like a real woman. I love you." I

replied, closing my eyes as he kissed my shoulder.

"I love you too Jessie."

Soon sleep overtook both of our exhausted bodies after

three more rounds of love making that night.

Chapter 20

~Winter 2001~

I'm sitting in my bedroom, looking at the picture of

my husband and wondering when he was going to come

home. I closed my eyes as I remembered the day we left

the mansion, needing our own space to live and I

couldn't be any happier than right now, but I did miss

my sisters terribly.

John and Skye moved out of the mansion as well,

needing their own space just like Brock and I, but

that was after Mark married them and did the bonding

ceremony. Skye picked me as her witness and I wore the

same dress that I had worn the night Brock took my

innocence and made me his. I held her hand throughout

the whole thing, knowing she was deathly scared, but I

knew she loved John as much as he did. The ceremony

was beautiful and they didn't come out of John's

chambers for a week!

Demonica and Glen still live in the mansion and

they've gradually come to trust each other, which was

very difficult for Demonica, but I knew she loved him

more than anything in this world. They are engaged and

are expected to have the wedding in the very near

future.

Speaking of the future, Natalie was officially

pronounced pregnant with her and Mark's first child. I

was so happy for them and promised to be there when

she had the baby. We had become so close and we're

practically real sisters, along with Skye and

Demonica. We were sisters of the same kind and loved

hanging out and talking to each other when we could.

God I missed them so much and Brock as well.

~Summer 2002~

"God I'm going to miss you all so much. Please call

and write okay?" I asked, tears streaming down my

cheeks as I heard Brock beep the horn, signaling it

was time to go.

"You bet we will. Please be careful." Skye pleaded,

not wanting me to leave, but I didn't have a choice.

"I love you all my sisters. I will talk to you all

soon." I replied, walking out of the door.

"We love you too. Don't forget to make it to the

baby's arrival." Natalie reminded me, winking in the

process.

I walked up to Demonica and whispered, "Give Glen a

chance. He deserves it."

Demonica nodded at me and quickly ran out of the room

after hugging me tightly. I knew this was hurting her

badly, but I couldn't do anything about it. I finally

walked out of the mansion and toward my future and

husband. I waved one last time at my sisters and

quickly got inside the car, knowing our plane would be

leaving in just under two hours.

~Now~

My thoughts were broken when I seen a flash of light

enter the driveway and smiled, knowing it was Brock. I

quickly ran out of the door in my black nightgown and

rushed to the door, flinging it open to reveal blue

eyes himself staring back at me. I wrapped my arms

around his neck, squeezing the life out of him and

passionately kissed his lips, making a groan erupt

from his lips.

"Welcome home blue eyes." I whispered in his ear and

squealed when he picked me up in his strong arms and

carried me upstairs. I smiled, knowing life couldn't

get any better than this.

All the turmoil in my life

Suddenly drains away

I find myself searching

For those familiar things

Lurking around in my mind

Beckoning me to enter the darkness once more

I stay away

Knowing all my shadows

Finally have gone away

My life now

Here to stay.

The End.

~*Jaden*~