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Harder and harder, faster and faster he moves in and out of me. When he changes angles, I moan low as the pleasure increases.

Suddenly, my body explodes once more, but I don’t soar alone. He is with me. Inside of me.

Burning ebony chains wrap around us and bind us together. I feel him empty himself into me and I can no longer escape him. I never will.

He is my Master and he owns me. Mind, soul, and body.

Chapter Six

Sabrina stared out the window of the train. Master. Her body shuddered at the thought.

She hadn’t thought about him in a long time. He’d been gone for so long, she’d forgotten about him, but how? He took control of her body and played her like an expert musician with a prized instrument. Fighting him never did any good. He rarely got angry. He’d always find a way to make her see things his way.

Then, one day, he was gone, leaving her with Khyan and Ramon. Even now, the memory of his face had faded.

She couldn’t describe him even if she wanted to. He’d said she belonged to him. But why would he leave her alone for so long?

Was he still out there somewhere? Would he come and find her once he learned that she was gone?

She shivered in fear. Khyan and Ramon did horrible things to her... Made her do horrible things.

But Master made her like it.

Her stomach twisted in agonized grief. Her heart felt like a lead weight. She clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug into her palms.

The pain did nothing to dull the fire that shot through her body with every heartbeat.

How could she possibly face the people who knew her when she was sixteen... when she was innocent?

They’d look at her with disgust and walk away.

Why was she still going to Boston?

She stared out the window, searching for an answer. Would she ever be able to escape her past? Was it possible to start over in a new place? Boston was a big city. Surely no one would find her there, especially being fully human now. They couldn’t find a regular human, could they?

She’d keep her head down, blend into the city, and stay hidden.

She had enough money to hold her over until she could find a job. She wouldn’t have to dance.

But the thought of not dancing felt like a dull knife in her chest. She had to dance. It would be a death sentence not to.

She stared out the window again, this time at the abandoned buildings lining the tracks of the sad little town as the train barreled through without even slowing. In the weak yellow lights lining the streets, she could see ivy clinging to the crumbling bricks and trees poking out of broken windows beneath collapsed rooftops. That was what she imagined a life without dance would be. Pathetic, decrepit, miserable.

I’ll audition and see what happens, she decided. I’ll leave it up to fate.

Despite what Mr. Baker had said, she wasn’t confident enough to believe she could ever be anything more than a corps dancer. Not on the East Coast. A corps dancer in Boston was better than a soloist back home, though.

The night turned dark again as they passed the town. She wrapped her arms around herself and leaned forward, feeling shattered.

When she’d left this morning, she’d been so confident, so hopeful about her future.

Now?

Not so much.

Actually, not at all.

She needed air... A change of scenery... Anything to clear her head. It was late and she didn’t know when the next stop was, but maybe walking around would help.

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