Burning the Past So A New Journey Can Begin

Picking out fruit to bring back to the apartment I happened to spy a Master that I thought was my Master, Agrippa. I dropped the fruit as my breath caught in my throat which drew his attention to me. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as I stooped down to gather up the dropped items. It was then that he sauntered over to me, and asked me what I was staring at. I told him that he reminded me of someone, and he smirked. Walking off, leaving me to pay for the fruit, I thought he was gone. I have never been so wrong in my life.

For so long I had been extremely careful when going to the apartment, but this time I was followed. As soon as I unlocked the door I was shoved inside, my mouth covered, and a knife held to my throat. I was told if I screamed that I would be killed without a second thought. It was the Master from the Market square.

No one knew where I was so he took his time in questioning me. Within ahns he knew all of my secrets, my body was used, and I was on my knees before him begging for him to save me. Save me from what? I knew that I was an abandoned slave, and it was only a matter of time before I was claimed by the city, and perhaps sold. This Master, this slaver, stoked the flames in my bara that I no longer felt the heat of. Was it a rash decision to submit to him without even knowing anything about him? Perhaps. Yet, there was something about him that made me feel alive... something I hadn't felt since I realized my Master was never coming back.

That night he burned my journal...leaving me with only my memories of my former life. He bound me, and tied me to the end of my former Master's couch while he slept upon it. This slaver was a beast, and upon awaking the next morning I was having second thoughts. He quickly picked up on this, and told me that I was perhaps not the slave he thought I might be, and threatened to leave me behind.

Forcing my hand he made me make my decision. Have my life erased, and be with him so that he could mold me into his slave, or be left behind. For the second time I was filled with dread at the thought of being alone again. Beast or not, I begged him not to leave me. After considering my words I was told to gather my things.

Upon emerging from the back room with a sack filled with my favorite silks, cosmetics, perfumes, and whatnot I discovered that the slaver had set fire to the apartment. When I frantically asked what he was doing he told me he was burning my past. He remarked that it would throw people off of our path, and perhaps even have people think that I had died in the fire.

He sauntered out the door. He did not tell me to follow, yet I did. I looked back as the apartment as it went up in flames. Already there were people scurrying about to put out the fire. The apartment would be a complete loss, but the adjoining apartments would be unharmed. How much time it would buy us I wasn't sure, but it did give us a head start. We were heading to board a ship that would carry us to Port Kar, a city I had never been to.

I am now dependent on him for everything! Is he a beast? Yes! Do I desire him? Yes! He is strong, demanding, and dominate. Everything that I thrive on. I have a strong feeling that what he demands from me will be more challenging than anything I've been through in my life thus far, and I find myself craving his approval; wanting to please his every whim.

Since submitting to him I have already struggled several times with what I have done. Yet, all I have to do is look at him, and something deep inside me tells me that I have done the right thing. My future now lays with this excruciatingly handsome Master...bald, tanned flesh, muscles that ripple with each movement he makes, mesmerizing green eyes.

I am ready to forget the past, and begin a new journey with the...beast, the slaver, my Master.