Page 15 of Thicker Than Blood

What sort of a sick, twisted, disgusting bastard was he? Why couldn't I have a shower?

I dried myself as best as possible, but wished I could run some clean water over me. My ass was fucking throbbing from the cane, but I gently rubbed the towel over it, hissing at the pain.

“We need to leave, Skýla,” his voice boomed close to the bathroom.

My jaw clenched tightly at my new name, but I woofed my response before running towards the doorway, dropping down and crawling towards him. I kept my head low because I couldn’t take anymore punishments.

He fitted the snout back on my face before clipping the leash on my collar. Without a word he led me out of the torture room. I shivered looking at the wall of doom. There were whips, canes, dildos, chains and other items that I didn’t recognise. Thelighting was low throughout the part of the club we were in. There was another section that we didn’t go into. I sighed as I crawled into the hallway, wondering what was in store for me in Greece.

I was lost in my thoughts when he bumped into someone else he knew, but I kept my head down. My ass was too sore to piss him off again. It didn’t take much.

“Is the Beast of London here to blow off some steam?” Master asked someone.

I cautiously lifted my head, glancing at the man with a woman. She was a pet kitten. My eyes volleyed between them but she didn’t seem afraid of him. Everything about her body language was relaxed. A pang of sorrow hit my chest. I was the one who was nothing.

“Stefanos, yes something like that. I’m sorry to hear about your father. My condolences,” the man said and I tensed at his words.

“I’m blowing some steam off myself with my little bitch here. Say hello, Amari,” Master said viciously.

I lifted my head and barked twice. The dark-haired kitten moved closer to her Master as she stared at me.

“This is my fiancée, Francesca,” the man said with a wide smile.

I almost gasped at the fact that they weren’t a Master and slave like me.

“Congratulations, Alessio. I hope you're a better husband than my father was,” Master said with bitterness dripping from each word.

“Let’s catch up sometime,” the man said, eyeing Master curiously.

“Lovely to meet you, Francesca,” Master said politely before he continued down the hallway, pulling on my leash to follow.

We were close to the double doors when Master yanked on my leash and I fell onto the floor beside his feet. Before I could get up, his foot was on the side of my head pinning me to the floor.

“Get up. Your days of misery are only beginning, bitch,” he hissed before slapping my aching rear.

I whined beneath his foot touching his other foot with my paw in the hope of mercy. When his foot lifted off my head I almost cried with relief. My life as a slave resembled nothing of that of the pampered Kitten. With all my might I tried not to resent the pretty princess but hot tears raced down my cheeks as I blindly followed my Master. As claustrophobic and uncomfortably hot as the mask was, it was also my shield.

Beneath my mask I could hide my pain away from such a cruel man.

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The subtle punishment wasn't lost on me as I sat with my paws on Master’s feet as the stewardess served him his drink. The man had to be a functioning alcoholic since he constantly knocked back straight-up spirits.

“Bring a bowl of water for my bitch, please,” he said, pleasantly to the woman who turned away to hide her smile.

I couldn't cry anymore, they could fuck in front of me for all I cared. He made me sit in the car's footwell until I reached his home where I finally took a shower. To my surprise, he put some cream or salve on my ass and it eased some of my pain.

A glass bowl was slapped in front of me, it sloshed around and spilt over the edges. When I looked up, the dark-haired stewardess had a vindictive glint in her eyes with a faint smile on her face.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” she preened athim, making me roll my eyes beneath my mask.

I could see the appeal, Greek, tanned, dark hair and eyes—a body built like a Greek God, oozing with charm when he wasn't a psychotic bastard. I cringed thinking of poor Alcina, my stomach churned at the thought of Master hurting her in any way. If it meant protecting my little sister and mother, I would be his dog or whatever else he wanted me to be.

“Drink your water, Skýla or I can arrange another hot beverage for you,” he said with a chuckle.

I moved so fast that I almost toppled the bowl over, but trying to get to the water with the snout on my mask was a struggle. Master yanked my leash and removed the section from my mask. The air conditioning hit my damp face, my eyes closed, enjoying the cool air before I remembered his remark about the ‘hot beverage’. I bent down to try and drink some water.

Eating and drinking from bowls was not easy. Most of my time was spent chasing the bland food around the bowl. Master took great pleasure in watching me, he never got impatient when it came to feeding me. I continued to lick at the water, wondering how long he would use me as a vehicle for his revenge and if he would grow bored of abusing me anytime soon.

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