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A Pet for a Pet [Black Moon Rose x Wolfy]

"Actually, it is quite legal." She smiled and patted the girl's head. "You family has been compensated, not to worry." She got a leash and connected it to the girl's collar, tugging softly, and leading her inside. "Now, I got to give you your uniform. I do hope you will enjoy it." She pulled out a matching outfit of her night clothing and gave it to the girl to put it on.
 
Chelsea glared hard at Yasibell, almost shaking with anger as she tossed the clothes at her face in disgust. "My family wouldn't trade me away like a dog! Don't you ever say that you miserable little girl because you don't anything about me!" she screamed and without even thinking about it her hand flew across Yasibell's face with a hard slapping sound. Chelsea's eyes alite with fire as she panted heavily, small frame trembling with anger.
 
After her eyes widening in shock at the slap, her hand moving up to touch her cheek. Shock turned to pure anger and she grabbed the girls neck, pulling her in close, and hissing in her face, "You will fucking get used to being a pet you miserable bitch. Your family was in debt to my mistress, and in order to pay that off, they needed to sell their daughter. Your family is now free of debt, and my mistress is happy. If you do not accept this like a good slut, your family will be cast back into debt. Do you want that you fucking whore?" She threw the girl down onto the ground in a surprising display of strength, and she kicked her hard in the side. "Touch me in anger one more time, and I will make sure you will not walk for years to come."
 
Chelsea doubled over on the floor from the kick, the wind knocked out of her. "Make me." she growled angrily, not thinking about the words that came out of her mouth.
 
"Make you accept me as your new master? And the slave to my mistress? Why, you are a stubborn girl aren't you?" She reached down, grabbing her my the scruff of her neck, and hauled her up. Keeping a firm grip on her neck, she shoved the girl throughout the castle, doing down into the lower levels. "I will make you." Is all that she said as she stopped in front of a door, three levels below the castle proper. It was dark down here, with scattered lamps the only light source. It was cold, cold enough for her breath to steam in front of her face. "Enjoy it down here." She opened the door and kicked the girl in, letting her fall on her face. "I will be back later to check up to see if this cold has done anything to that fire in your belly." She closed the door, leaving the girl in the dark room. She locked the door and started back up to the main level.
 
Chelsea screamed, and thrashed against the door, throwing her tiny frame against it and bouncing off onto the floor. Her voice echoed around the stone room, bouncing off walls and pillars back to her. She screamed, and screamed, and screamed, until her lungs burned from the icy air, and her throat grew hoarse from the strain.

It wasn't fair. She shouldn't be here, she didn't deserve to be here. Her family couldn't know that this was happening, they couldn't - they wouldn't - have sold their only daughter.

A while passed before she'd cried herself out, anger leaving her body, replaced by despair, then loneliness, then just cold emptiness. Much like the room around her. Finally after losing her voice to the anger, completely exhausted, and freezing she curled herself up into a ball in the corner and fell into an uneasy sleep, little puffs of fog falling out of her mouth as she slumbered.
 
It was several hours later when she came back down, unlocking the door and throwing it open. "Have we come to an agreement? I don't ask for much, just your cooperation. It is not like I am asking you to kill yourself or anything." She knelt down next to the curled up girl, and sighed. "Though this is all hard to accept...trust me I know...I went through the same process. I am trying to make it easier on you than it was on me, it is the least I can do to try to help you transition better." She rested her hand on the girl's head and petted her lightly. "Please....just...stop fighting it. It will eventually get to the point that mistress steps in and...breaks...you."
 
Chelsea turned away, curling up tighter into a ball. She refused to look at the girl, hugging herself tighter as her stomach let out a loud growl. "You don't know anything about me." she muttered, turning her head to look up at the woman, streaks of ruined makeup stained her cheeks.
 
"Well....I would like to." She sat down on the cold floor, resting a hand on her head. "What can you tell me about you?"
 
(soooorrryyy I've been busy with family issues and am just now getting caught up with my RP's >.<)

Chelsea waited for a moment before peaking her head up and turning it towards the strange girl who'd just called her a bitch a short while ago. "My names Chelsea, Chelsea Cielo Lynn." she mumbled, looking over at Yasibell carefully, her ocean-blue eyes slowly scanning the girls face, trying to see what she was getting at.
 
"Well...my name is Yasibell. I don't have a last name....I have been in the mistress' possession for....years, I don't even remember when I first came here. It must be nice to have a last name." She smiled faintly and ran her fingers through the girl's hair. Her soft eyes went over the girl's form, taking in her skimpy and shivering form. "I just want what's best for you."
 
"You cant decide what's best for me." Chelsea muttered, pulling away from the girls touch. "Why me anyway?"
 
"I can't answer that my dear. That would have to be the mistress. Perhaps you are meant to teach me a lesson, or you from me. We can go ask her if you wish?" She smiled lightly, keeping her hands to herself, seeing that she disliked her touch for now.
 
Chelsea looked up with alarm, her a blush crossing he face at the thought and causing her to squirm. She didn't want to have anything to do with this girls Mistress, although she doubted it mattered what she wanted at this point. "What are you planning to do with me?" she whispered softly, eying the woman with caution. "What is -she- planning to do with me?"
 
"Well she just wants you to obey me and to follow my commands. As for what I am planning, well, I don't know yet." She shrugged. "Honestly, if you just listen to me and don't try to escape, you should do well here."
 
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