Incarseration 1
Incarceration
Chapter 1
I had been running for 3 days now. The men on their horses hunting for so called freaks of nature for sport. They aren't hunters though.
Real hunters kill their prey, where as these people imprison us. Even though half my blood is theirs they still think we aren't supposed
to be free. I hid in bush on the roadside. Cold and wet from running none stop through fields and even a river in a desperate attempt to
lose my scent to distract their dogs. Hope is all we can really have, as its the one thing they can't take away from us. Until of coarse the sound of horses in the distance echoes through your veins. It was them I got up and ran, and heard one shout "there he's trying
to go down the road". I don't know if I was I just ran, but it didn't take long. A horse ran past me a man with a club hit me on the back. He probably meant to knock me out, but sadly for me it didn't. I collapsed to the ground, curled into a ball writhing in pain
as it shot down my spine. Men stood around me looking down at their prize. "Three days you've bean giving us trouble...hope you've
learnt your lesson". They bound my wrists and ankles with rope and balanced me on one of their horses. "You're going to make a little
girl very happy" the man in front of me said. Before I could say anything they tied an old rag around my mouth, I tried to scream and
demand my freedom but they only joked about how pathetic I looked. as they walked along one of the men was to my side,
because I was slung over the horse I couldn't see him, but I could since him and I would know for sure eventually as he stroked one
of my exposed feet I quickly tried to complain and wriggled but that caused me to realize just what imp in for. Also my moving had
caused me to slide and eventually I fell off the horse and tried to run only to fall flat on my face. They all looked back and laughed at
my dismay. "So you don't woman ride on the horse eh?" He move up to me and tied a rope to the bonds around my ankles and got
back on his horse. The others went their different ways and I was dragged along the dirt road for hours. Eventually we stopped. But before untying me he turned me over looked at me and took my gag off. "Who am I?" he asked patiently
"you're a monster how could you treat anything like" he forced the cloth over my mouth "I am your master, got it?"
"I belong to no-one" the man stared at me and sighed. "I was hoping you'd be easier but I guess I have no choice."
"What? Why? What are you doing?" he replaced the gag and got an out a dark blue collar, one side had a metal box where the ends
met. And the other had two bulges on the inside. As he placed it round my neck the bulges squashed my throat, he removed the
gag I tried to complain but I couldn't. All I could do was making a horrific ah sound, so know one could understand me. "Listen, you
call me master, I'll take that off." I stared at him and gritted my teeth. "Very well", he untied my ankles and pulled me to my feet
by my new collar, and dragged me towards the door of a cottage. "Look I don't have to use this does me?" he held out a leash in his
hand. Would I really stoop that low I thought...? I sighed and carried myself to the door at his side like the obedient animal I had become.
As he walked in he shouted "hey birthday girl!" then he quickly attached the leash to my collar. He was going to put it on anyway.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me forward and saw my new owner. "I told you I'd be back in time and I found one!". She
was a 13 year old girl and had blonde hair witch went just below her shoulders; she was wearing a white blouse with red trimming and
white knee high socks. I failed to see the pretty side of her considering she would be called my new owner. I did however feel more
embarrassed. She was standing there in her ice clothes. Where as just because of my heritage, I must stand in a plain dark green t
shirt and dark green trousers and wander around barefoot to confirm my low status in the world.
"Aw dad he's so cute, whets he called" I nearly tried to say my name but he interrupted "he doesn't have one honey, he's your pet
so you give him one" every time I heard that word it felt as though part of my had been destroyed. "He looks filthy lets get you
cleaned up!" she grabbed the leash and pulled me up a flight of stairs "thank you dad" she shouted. Once we reached the bathroom
I blushed as she began to remove my clothes. "How did you get so filthy?" I wanted to tell her about how I'd been dragged along the
ground like a dead carcass but all that came out was a quiet moan. "Don't worry I'll get you cleaned up! Ugh, why are your feet so
filthy? You should wear shoes silly" she inspected the soles of my feet curiously, looking between my toes, prying them open with
her fingers. I giggled lightly, I didn't want to. She looked at me with a sadistic smile and found a scrubbing brush, ran it under a cold
tap and began to scrub my filthy soles. I thrashed uncontrollably trying to get away, she tried her best to hold my ankles still but it
was too much. She stopped, "wow your so ticklish", she got my leash and tied my ankles together, then tied it to my still bound wrists
leaving me in a hogtie. I was too tired to resist. She thoroughly scrubbed my feet and then the rest on my body. Concentrating on my
ribs knowing it tickled me so much.