Page 18 of Marked for Redemption

“Yes, Master.”

“When you speak to me, it’ll be from the floor where you kneel. Never have your head above mine. Speaking to another vampire is forbidden unless I grant permission for it. Understand that I’ll use you however I want or don’t.”

“It doesn’t matter to you that I’m your wife? The love of your life. I’ll do whatever you ask always, but does that not mean anything? I don’t remember the things you speak of, and I’m sorry for whatever I did to betray your trust. Glad that I can’t recall it though, because if it has you this furious, it has to be wrong.”

“On. Your. Knees.” He gritted out.

Moving to my knees, I lowered my head. “Yes, Master.”

“If you can stand without swaying on your feet in the next couple of days, I’ll get you something to wear. I’ll be back later.” He turned and exited the door, slamming it behind him.

I struggled to get up and onto the couch. When I did, I looked around my prison, knowing that whatever I’d done had put me here. Like it or not, I’d have to get used to the rules and make sure that I walked this fine line or I’d become more than just his slave.

* * *

As promised, Colton gave me clothes that covered me from head to toe. The ashen-deathly glow had mostly left my skin, but the coloring wasn’t one that I recall ever having. My long hair was shedding rapidly, so I kept it in a ponytail to keep it from being obvious. Eventually, I’d have to cut it.

He took me to the town inn, where attention immediately came my way. I remembered the rules and looked at the ground only. I stayed very close to Colton. When he sat down, I kneeled beside him, mostly in fear that I’d catch the attention of someone who wanted a fight.

Colton drank blood. I could smell the vile stuff when it arrived at the table. He talked to a few guys that sat with him, but I didn’t dare look up to see any of their faces. When he’d had his fill, he was getting up to leave when a male walked over and touched my face. Colton growled at him in warning, but he didn’t let go.

“She’s a pretty little thing. What do you want for her?”

“I want you to remove your hand off of my slave and tend to your own business.”

“Blood fresh from the source is my business. I bet she could suck a mean cock, too.”

Colton moved to strike, and I stood up just in time to prevent him from hitting the male. “I am yours, Master.” I glanced up at him, hoping that he understood. “Loyal to you.” Careful not to say anything that could upset the other man, I kneeled at his feet.

“Don’t touch her again.” He grunted before snatching me to my feet and pulling me along to the exit.

At home, he commanded me to strip and kneel in the middle of the floor. I did it as quickly as I could.

“Don’t you ever do that shit again,” He hissed. “If you do, he can have you.” He turned toward his room. “Stay there until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Master.”

After hours of being there on my knees, they grew numb and sore. I rested on my heels but never moved from this spot. I fell asleep there and in the morning he went about his day like normal. When he returned from training, I was shivering from the need to pee and the coldness in the room.

“What’s your problem?” He asked.

“No problem, Master.” I sniffled.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s not a problem. I just… I have to pee.” Moving around would make the blood flow again and warm me up. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he’d give me something warm. If it pleased him to torture me in this way, I’d endure it for as long as he subjected me to it. Penance for my ill actions. Retribution.

“Oh.” He carried on, ignoring my statement. He left again, leaving me for hours.

Completely humiliated, I’d pissed n the floor and was kneeling in it. My tears had long dried up and all I focused on was forgetting the pain.

“You’ve made a mess.” He chuckled. “Clean that shit up.”

“Yes, Master.”

“While you’re at it, clean up the rest of this place, too.”

“Yes, Master.”

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