The Beginning

The journey had taken it's tole on her frail form, chained and held in place within the wagon like an ornamental bauble hanging from a lifeless tree. Spyker could hear the softest of groans as she was unchained and brought forth from the wagon. Though her muscles ached, it was somewhat a relief to stretch the soreness of her legs, flexing lean thighs.

Her wild nigrescent mane had done well to cover her facial features, allowing her to seize the opportunity to catch a glimpse of both men. The man who awaited her arrival, and who would become the man to own her, was stately and held an air of confidence about himself. His voice was deep and commanding. His eyes were remarkable, she thought, and would have liked to study them further. The passing of time would allow this, eventually.. but that time had not come. She would follow his orders with perfection and without protest for he was known as a killer, a man paid to execute justice where the law had failed.. shedding the blood of men without remorse and without emotion. This of course, she did not know.. but something deep within was stirred as he spoke.

Her dried pink tongue was rolled over those lethal hollowed canine teeth as his words made their way to her ears, amber orbs now turned towards his feet as she listened in fear of this assassin who towered over her. She had heard his instructions well despite her mind still being groggy from the restless sleep she had fallen into within the wagon. Tilting her head from one shoulder to the other had stretched the stiffness that had developed within her neck muscles, offering him a better glance of facial features. "Yes, Master" she said, her voice scratchy from the dryness, "It will be as you say"