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I couldn't help but gawk at the gaudy opulence that surrounded me as I was led through Lord Lothaire's Seattle palace.

The halls I was led down were covered with gold ornamentation, paintings and sculptures of tortured and enslaved humans hanging or standing everywhere.

The slave that I followed remained silent, as were all the other humans I saw. All of them showed outward signs of abuse and recent vicious feedings.

Seeing them, I wondered how Aric could have grown up under such influence and turned out to be so kind and gentle, comparatively speaking of course.

True, when he lost control he was an absolute monster, killing without compunction or conscience, but when he was himself, he was the most tender, caring person I'd ever known.

Stepping on an elevator, slave pressed a series of buttons before the doors closed and the car began moving up.

"Where are we going?" I asked, praying that she wouldn't turn on me.

Silently, the slave raised a pointed finger to a corner in the ceiling. Looking in the direction she pointed, I saw a security camera watching us.

Understanding that we could be punished if anyone heard us, I remained silent for the rest of the trip.

When the elevator stopped, the slave woman led me out into a blank hallway. On this floor there was nothing but cat vomit beige walls and matching carpet.

Leading the way, the slave took me down a hall with nondescript doors lining it as far as the eye could see.

Reaching one, she pressed her palm against a pad next to the door.

Opening it, she led me into a large bathroom.

"Strip," she said, finally breaking the silence.

"Please," I begged, "help me."

"Strip," she repeated, moving towards me, her hands outstretched.

Seeing that she either couldn't or wouldn't help me I nodded my compliance, and began to remove what was left of my jumpsuit.

Standing naked in front of her, I waited for more instructions.

I watched as she looked me up and down, her eyes taking in every bruise, cut, bite make and scratch that covered my skin.

"There," she said, pointing to a large tub in the middle of the room.

Sobbing, I did as I was told, sitting in the empty tub as the woman moved to the wall and turned several nobs.

Soon hot, soapy water began filling the tub. When it reached the top, it stopped and the slave came to my side.

"Wash yourself," she said, tossing a washcloth into the water, "you're disgusting."

Who knew that all it would take to break me would be that one word. I had endured being kidnapped, unimaginable physical violations, beatings, and being fed on, a through all that I had remained strong.

But being called 'disgusting' was what pushed me over the edge.

Dissolving into tears, I let it all out, the pain, the sorrow, the agony of loss. I let it drain out of me into the water until there was nothing left.

The slave seemed to understand just how painfully her words had cut me.

"I'm sorry," she said, kneeling next to the tub. "My name is Aida, what's yours?"

"Liberty," I hiccuped, looking into her grey eyes.

"I'm sorry this has happened to you Liberty," Aida replied, pushing a strand of hair out of my face, "but you are property of Lord Lothaire now, and here weakness only leads to death."

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