Master Evan was watching me with unfaltering attention. He Lay on his side in the bed looking at me.


    He had his head propped up on his hand as though he had been studying me for some time.


    “So which horror is it to be this time, Ciara?” he asked brushing my hair off my forehead. “Though I


    know it serves no purpose, I will tell you again, you are safe and we are real.”


    What a bizarre thing to say.


    I turned my head and saw the moon through the window. It was night. I couldn’t figure how I got here or


    where I was supposed to be. I didn’t remember going to sleep and no one else was in bed.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    The men slowly came into the bedroom and sat around me on the bed. They were all dressed in their


    linen shifts. It must be bedtime. I couldn’t figure out why I went to bed first.


    “What has it said this time?” Master Damien asked taking a sip from the cup in his hands.


    God, I was thirsty, so thirsty.


    “Master Damien,” I pleaded and pointed to the cup. My voice was raspy.


    “It recognizes you, brother,” Master Evan said as he helped me to sit up.


    They held me up and let me drink. I felt weak and dizzy. Inside the cup was water, but it burned going


    down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted more. I clung to Master Damien’s arm so he wouldn’t take


    the cup away. They fed me little sips until the thirst had gotten better.


    I tried to move my leg and screamed as pain shot through me. Jerking the covers away I screamed


    again. My right leg was tattooed and raw looking. It Looked like an intricate snake wrapping around my


    entire calf on the right.


    “Ah, it is to be the waking dream of the tentacle again,” said Master Bane quietly.


    ‘t doesn’t have you, Ciara,” Master Christof said petting my shoulder.


    “We burned it off of your leg, there is no tentacle stuck to you. You aren’t drowning. We cut the fleint’s


    appendage and pulled you up,” he said.


    “What are you talking about?” I grated out. “Why did you mark my leg like this, Master Christof?”


    They all just stared at me for a moment. “Is it awake?” Master Damien asked contemtively. iara,”


    Master Kein asked, “where are you?” in the bedroom,” I answered confused.


    “Do you know who we are?” Master Christof asked looking hopeful.


    “You are my owners,” I croaked out.


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    They cheered and pped each other on the shoulders. It was an impromptu celebration going on


    around me.


    Master Bane leaned forward and kissed the top of my head, “Although I’d like to whip you raw before


    we take you to the vige, I’m d to see you back,” he said smiling.


    “Why do you want to whip me? Why did you mark me? Why are you so happy?


    What is going on, Masters?” I asked in rapid fire session.


    “Ah, the questions,” Master Damien saidughing.