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I walk over to my little pet for tonight and smack her ass, leaving a nice red print on her right cheek. I pick up my paddle that has the word BITCH embossed with pretty blue beads.

“I warned you before the appointment that if you upset her, you would be punished.” She nods the best she can before I smack her ass with the paddle. Making her cry out. I go over to the camera and move it to the back of the table over to the side so I can record whatI’m about to do to her again. I love making movies. Mark is already editing our time with her so I can show Savvy. When I heard that’s what Savvy and her friends did with Bash, I knew she was so much more special than I ever gave her credit for.

I’ve already done this a few times, leaving her waiting, still strapped down, not able to move, then I come back and do it again within twenty minutes. “You want to be a pet? I’ll show you what a pet gets treated like.” I yell as I smack her ass with the paddle a few more times before I start to fuck her pussy again. I grab the lube I left next to her and squeeze a generous amount out on her ass. I fuck her pussy while smearing the lube all over her and myself before I start to shove as many fingers in her ass as I can. I fuck her holes fast and hard, making her cry out as her ass starts to tighten on my fingers. Her sobs fill the room. It’s a lovely sound that I never get tired of. When I feel my balls tighten, I pull out of her and shove my dick in her ass making me come hard as I pump in and out until I have nothing left.

I decide I have had my fill of her and start unbuckling all the straps holding every inch of her body down for me to play with, chuckling at her sobs, “Go clean herself up and pack your room, you will be escorted off the property in the morning and taken back to the stockyards to do your job. You aren’t a pet, don’t stoop yourself to that level, unless you want this to be your reality from now on.” My voice is harsh, startling her. Kristina falls off the table, unable to hold herself up after being strapped down for so long. I call in one of the guards to come and take her away. I’m tired of playing with her.

Kristina is a covenant that became widowed a year after she was chosen, then again two years later, and married for the third time. The guy had a heart attack while she had him tied up, fucking him with a dildo. I think the bitch just took them all out, but who knows. No one wants her, so she was ordered to stay at the stockyards for the girls who get pregnant. We sell babies too. Nothing is off limits to Fiona.

Kristina doesn’t get to stay with the pets for Saint’s, Fiona is putting her with our pets. I still don’t think it’s a good idea, but this isher punishment. Hopefully, she isn’t a narc, not that we would let her get that far. Would anyone really miss her anyway?

The women brought up in this world know it is their duty to marry and produce children to continue the lines. There are a ton of covenants who are unable to give their Saint a child. You dutifully have to claim one heir as a Saint.

The Cleansing house is where we take pets for The Saints, we make sure the blood lines remain while barren women who follow the rules still get what they want, and everyone is happy. Their husbands just have to be able to get the pet, of their covenants choosing, pregnant. The only rule is that the pet has to be willing and have the bloodlines to give birth to a true Saint, to continue the legacy. If a pet delivers, she is proven worthy of being considered a covenant again. It’s just a way to get what we want while making the pets think they have done a service and are being rewarded by ending their punishment. Most of the girls at the cleansing house just pissed off their Saint or parents and need a reminder of what their life could be if they don’t straighten up, and are only there a few weeks or months, others stay much longer. It’s up to the Saint to choose their covenant punishment as they see fit. It’s all a game in the end. Every player is only out for themselves. As a Saint you are given pussy on a platter until you take your covenant to be your wife. Then you can still have pets, but your covenant is to remain faithful unless asked to be shared by her Saint with whomever he chooses. She can’t say no, so I don’t know why she even has to be told, let alone asked. I get that your covenant is your wife and the two of you are to have a normal life to the outside world, but make no mistake, covenants are just glorified pets. Women are here for our pleasure and to produce, that’s it. What we give them is honestly way more than they deserve. I watch these women and have listened to conversations my mother had with her best friend since I was a boy. Women are conniving cunts who are always out to take down a man.

Covenants sometimes are chosen by the parents, arranging the union of families along with more money and more power. Manychoose to let their children arrange their own marriages, having the kids grow up together to form a bond, like Charlotte and Sebastian. Still set up by their parents in a way. He only claimed her because his brother was in love with her first. They were in competition over everything, Bash always trying to be the better twin. He was chosen to be and was expected to be the better of the two. Sin proved them all wrong. He is smart and heartless when it comes to a kill. He does what he has to do without being told and without having to be bribed. He is better than Bash was, most of us are. It’s bullshit that The Saint’s gave them a loophole. They both should have had to live this life. It wasn’t even a loophole, but a test, so to speak, to see if groups who didn’t grow up as Saints would still behave the way the ones who grew up with it did. Same family just less influence to help them get ahead. Knowledge alone sets a Saint apart, knowing what he is capable of in the world. Knowing we are untouchable.

I spent time with bash after he found Savvy. They still think Sylvia wanted to have a relationship with her daughter. Fiona set the whole thing up for Bash to train my covenant and be provoked by someone who looked too much like Lottie. When Fiona had us kill Lottie for denying Bash, she embarrassed him with the Saints, and he lost it. He started using product and fucking up more than he ever had before. Fiona decided it was time for Mark to bring him all the way into our trafficking organization and give him a big title to take his mind off of it. So, the chess game began. She became the queen and let Bash think he was the king. He was so gullible, buying into her bullshit. He was good at his job but started getting sloppy.

Bash died never knowing he didn’t kill Lottie.

Fiona always kept her distance, never meeting him face to face. She could only watch from a distance. Mark and I taught him the ropes, me knowing who he was the whole time. He never realized who I was, and he didn’t ask. Just wanted power, pussy, and drugs. I think Fiona thought sending him to find Savvy would either save him somehow, or she would finally be rid of him. He was a disgrace most of the time so I had hoped he would die, just not at my hand.

Once he found Savvy and came back, he was a different person again. He was worse than when he thought he was responsible for Lotties death. Savvy broke him all over again. We kept him close, but he was unhinged. He started bringing in just anyone he found on the streets instead of taking his time, finding the rare gems that men would pay millions for, if trained properly. He started killing the ones that didn’t comply, creating a string of murders and missing women. The pets we keep in the stockyards are not the same pets that are part of the Saint’s bloodline. If they find out what Fiona has actually been up to all of these years, creating an empire that keeps the money rolling in, she will be punished severely. Unfortunately, I will too. Guilty by association. I have begged her to put a stop to it and just collaborate with the Saints, but she refuses. She loves power and all her subjects. I used to enjoy it, now I feel like she is just trying to get us killed in the name of revenge.

Fiona figured out the same as Bash learned. The skin trade is a very lucrative business, especially when they come pre-trained to do as you ask, and to obey your every command. We make ten times more from the girls we take than we do from the Saints.

Saint’s pets live like princesses and are desensitized and conditioned to take a cock in any way the Saint feels like giving it to her. Every girl that gets demoted to pet status from covenant fucked somebody she wasn’t supposed to, to land herself there. Yes, we treat them well because in our society we are all royalty, even pets, because of the blood that rushes through our veins. The girls we take and train to be sold as pets are not given the same luxuries as a Saint’s pet, but we make sure they remain healthy, unless they get out of line. Most of the pets at the stockyards were either hookers or runaways, no one has been missing them. Since Bash has been taken out and there haven’t been any more bodies found, the only hurdle we have is Sin and his fucking buddies. They aren’t as stupid as I they look, chasing their tails trying to find any clue to help them find one woman. They have killed more men since I took Savvy than we have lost in the last four years combined. This is usually a pretty easy job, take the girls,train them to be pets, and sell them to the highest bidder, rinse, repeat.

I think of Lottie, she was a piece of work. She will always be the one that got away. Well, Savannah isn’t going anywhere. Lottie would still be alive if Christian hadn’t seduced her into marrying him with false promises. She thought she would be able to get out of the life of a covenant. Sylvia and Fiona weren’t going to let that happen.

I take another drink thinking of nothing but Christian! Always the perfect golden boy! I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes he has lost everything, again.

Chapter 5

Savvy

25 weeks

Iwake up the same way as I do every day. I didn’t get to meet whoever I was supposed to meet. I was crying too hysterically as I clutched my baby’s ultrasound photos after trying to claw the good Drs. jugular out. Dr. Kiefer gave me a shot of something, after Max held me down, then carried me to bed. I remember him covering me up and kissing my forehead. I remember thinking how odd it felt having another man kiss my forehead in that way. It made my skin crawl, but it also made me realize that Max cares for me in some way. I have used it to get out of this room daily for the last week.

I used the same tactics that worked on Bash when I started figuring out exactly how he wanted his perfect little pet to be. Max isn’t much different, other than he has his emotions in check, except when I push the envelope.

I know he wants something from me. He won’t act on it, but I still use it to my advantage to get what I want and need. I don’t know if I’m ever going to get out of here. He has shown me most of the house now, I think. He promised he would take me outside today if I promised to dress accordingly. Now that he knows I’m not suicidal, he has unlocked the windows so I can get fresh air. There has been a slight chill in the air lately. I know I’m losing track of time. The days seem to go by more quickly now that I’m getting out of this room.

I stay close to him like he prefers, always holding his hand, unless he lets it go. Today I’m going to try a new tactic and see how he reacts. I sit up, waiting for the lock to click like it does this time every morning.

Like clockwork the lock clicks, and the door opens with Max pushing in a cart with dome covered trays on it. My mouth waters as he lifts one of the domes and the smell of bacon hits my nose. I roll out of the bed and get my slippers on as I grab my robe.

I turn towards him after I wrap myself in my robe and tie it. “Would you like to have breakfast with me? I know I have been a little quiet since the ultrasound, but I can’t get the images out of my head that some man I don’t know will deliver my baby and take him away from me. I would really appreciate the company, then maybe we can take a walk outside like you promised.” I flutter my eyelashes while I place a hand on my belly as I cast my eyes back down.

“It would be my pleasure, Savannah.” Max places all the food on the table by the window and pulls out my chair for me to sit. I do, nodding and saying, “Thank you.” I cast my eyes down and place my hands in my lap.

“Eat sweetheart. You are going to need your strength if you want to go on that walk.” His smile widens as I place the white linen napkin in my lap and start placing different things that sound good on my plate.

“This looks lovely, thank you.” I say again, this time I look up at him and cast my eyes down as soon as they meet his grey eyes that look less cloudy today.

“You can look at me sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. I already told you, I’m not the bad guy here.” Max seems genuine, but I saw the way Dr. Kiefer reacted to him, raising his voice to her the way he did, and he told her as he carried me back to my room that her punishment would be severe. I know a Dom when I see one, and he may be worse than most if he has this much control over himself.

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