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Chloe learned pretty soon that her Master’s adventures outside the island weren’t isolated occasions. More often than ever, Rafferty would leave her alone, having only the slave and guards companies to keep her sane. One slave stood out among the others, one bastard werewolf she first learned to despise, then as meeting after meeting passed by, he became her forbidden affair. There was he, sitting on a chair in the middle of the living room as Chloe danced to The Weekend while strip teasing him. There was he, giving her his fucking charming smile and made her blush her cheeks as she took one piece after another in a sensual teasing way. She listened to the notes, her steps either slow and sensual or hastened and needy, all according to the song. Each note brought her a inch close to him, until she was close enough so he could drag her closer to him. She chuckled while climbing on his lap, his firm hands upon her hips, grinding her against him. She moaned, and he already knew what she needed. Tilting his head to the side, he gave room so she could drink from him. Chloe learned how to be gentle, and if the first time he would say her name in weak gasps, this time, he pratically groaned her name, and she pulled away. The vampire smiled and licked the blood from her lips before cupping his cheeks and lacing his lips in a lustful kiss.

“You sure you didn’t mean some form of dog? Refreshing. Why, though?”

The guards tossed Melody roughly back into her cell after her latest ordeal was over. Her clothes had been torn off her and discarded, and deep red bruises were clearly visible all over her naked flesh. “I... I didn’t even say anything to her, she... she just... wanted to hurt me...” Melody sniffed, curling up on her cot. She didn’t understand how anybody could be so cruel, how anyone could take pleasure in doing something so awful. “I wish the hunters would come back and kill all of these horrible people” she said, her hatred of the slavers running deeper than ever.

At the slight sound of a cracking little stick, Chloe turned around and pressed the intruder harder against the wall, her arm suffocating them as she lift the body two feet above the floor. “It’s you”, she said with despise and let the other go carelessly. She went back to her mission, and not long after she left the wolf she could feel his presence near her. “What the hell are you do?”, he snapped, making the vampire look him over her shoulder with a glare that could kill him. Fortunately, her target didn’t hear the stupid wolf. “I’m following this guy”, she said quietly, with a shrug, “King thinks he’s stealing from him at the club, and I’m following his steps, to see if there’s anything off with the guy. Now can you please bother someone else?”, she tilted her head, giving him a fake smile.

I’m literally a vampire, what do you think? But I’ve always been a night owl. I was a bartender in my past life.

Melody was shocked by the other slave’s statement, but she soon realized it was better for her not to dwell on it. “Look... it doesn’t matter what you did. I don’t need to know” she said softly. “It doesn’t matter what any of us did. The real enemies are out there, and nobody deserves to be treated the way they treat us. We’re all in this together... and we’re all going to get out of this together.”