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Kaura smiled at Viktor asd he layed completely spent next to her. She could feel his satisfaction towards her, and it caused a swelling of pride deep inside of her. She smiled back, nodding slightly at his statement, she knew very well how great it felt. "I enjoyed myself too." She whispered back, laughing as he gathered a large glob of his cum and piled it onto the tip of her breast, pushing it up to under her lips.

"I'll keep your cum inside me until you tell me that I can release it, or until I get a private moment to do so." She said, smiling at him. She playfully dipped her head, her eyes locked onto his, and her tongue flickered across her own nipple, again tasting that oddly flavor-filled seed. "Though..." She said after a moment. "It should be before morning, I do not think whispers of me being with child would go over well in the castle." She said with a smile, cupping his hand over her swollen stomach.
 
As she spoke and teased him a little, the warm smile curled again into that almost wicked one that meant he was getting ideas. A feeling of wonderful mischief spread over him as he continued to think, and his black eyes, glossed with satisfaction, started to regain their playful, smug gleam. "You make an excellent point, pet," he began, notably not going back to calling her Kaura yet, "we needn't start rumors, my people are good enough at that themselves."

For a moment he didn't move, merely stared at her almost tauntingly. He was about to ask if she was quite sure she could only sense his feelings and not his thoughts, but then realized that if she could already tell what he was thinking, she'd already be arguing with him. He was on his knees in a motion far too quick for the previous relaxed mood, a vampire once more. He quickly pulled her legs up, ankles together, exposing her pussy and ass pleasantly and pressing her knees uncomfortably into the bulge of her stomach. His mouth twisted into an truly wicked grin then as he spoke to her. "Alright then, pet, go ahead and release it onto the bed. After all, I'm not sleeping on it tonight," his grin broadened and he paused, shot a look over at the cage he'd brought up, and said purposefully, "and neither are you."
 
She blinked at the sudden look of mischief on his face. She could sense he was thinking about something that he found very amusing, and by the wicked twist of his lips, and glimer in his eyes, she could only guess that it was a plan she could not like.

In an instant he was above her, pulling her legs back to press on her inflated stomach. She gasped in pain, writhing under his strength. He laughed openly about not needing to sleep on the bed, and when his eyes traveled to the cage, her face went white. Her eyes widened some, and she groaned uncomfrotably again, her mind spinning to come up with an excuse to deny his request. "But even if you don't sleep on the bed, someone will need to clean the furs." She offered weakly, eyes wide as she stared up at him. "What will your cleaning ladies say when they find your bed drenched in so cum of your seed, my lord?" Dispite her almost calm voice, her eyes bore into his, pleading, trying to preserve some bit of dignity.
 
He heard her request and pressed her legs a little harder onto her stomach. It seemed to him that she was protesting mainly to stall or avoid being put in the cage... but he still couldn't avoid the pleading look in her eyes. Straining her sense of pride excited him, but he didn't want to snap it in two... at least not right now. Very well, he'd try bargaining instead. With an air of mercy in his voice, he calmly said, "Alright, pet, if I swear to you that no other will see these furs, that if needs be I'll wash them myself, will you give in?"

He ran his hand down the length of one of her legs, lightly tracing the lips of her pussy before squeezing her ass cheeks. Then, with a single finger, he wiggled in between her tightly clenched ass cheeks and teased her tight asshole, causing a small trickle of cum to leak free from her. He may not have been aroused at the moment, but there was no mistaking the satisfied feeling coursing through him. She couldn't hold out if he chose to force the issue, despite how hard she was trying to clench.
 
Kaura whimpered in pain as he pressed her legs firmer against her stomach. When he spoke, a note of mercy in his tone, ahe forgot completely to search his mind at his offer. "Alright... If you promise." She groaned. She swallowed slightly, twisting uncomfortably under him as he rubbed across her legs and across her pussy.

When his finger slides into her ass, her eyes widened considerably, and she gasped. It took every bit of her will to keep from releaseing right then, a thin trickle of cum sliding out of her clenched ass. Slowly she relaxed, letting more flow out in thin rivets, her eyes closing in pain as she tried to control the flow.
 
He watched in pleasure as she slowly started to let his essence seep out of her. She seemed to be concentrating, maintaining tight control over how much she let go at once. Viktor couldn't help himself. He leaned a bit more on her legs, making it more difficult for her, and to make matters worse, he continued to tease the ring of her asshole with his finger, poking into her now and again to break her concentration and careful control. He even licked her toes and the bottom of her foot to tickle her.

But then he added taunting, "Ah my dear, that's a delightful sight... Surely you must be tired? Why keep working so hard? Let it go and I promise you may go to bed... well, go to sleep anyway." He winked down at her and then added, "And if you're a very good girl, I'll even bathe you myself so you don't wake up sticky."
 
Kaura groaned as he pumped his fingers into her, tickling and licking her feet. Every sensation made it harder for her to control the clenching of her ass, and occasional long bursts of cum would spray out, making her flush dark red, and clench tightly again as her stomach deflated down to a normal level. "It is not a delightful sight..." She protested quietly, and looked up at Viktor with wide eyes, her face flushed red from humiliation. She paused as he promised a bath, and sleep, and closed her eyes, embarassed as she released her clenching muscles. His semen came out in a gush, and she whimpered as it soaked the sheets under her.

She panted softly, trying to sit up and move away from the semen soaked furs as she stared up at Viktor for a moment. "I... I can have a bath?" She asked, sounding hopeful. "I do not need to be bathed, my ord... I am perfectly capable of cleaning myself, after all."
 
Her blush sent a shiver of excitement down his spine each time she lost momentary control and more than a little of his cum sprayed out of her. It also triggered the first bit of bloodlust that he'd felt since biting her. He closed it off fast, as he wasn't sure how feeling to consume would affect her right now.

The offer of the bath seemed to remove enough of her resolve to convince her to debase herself more. As the last rush of his cum splashed onto his bedspread, he groaned out in satisfaction, more loudly than necessary. She sat up and tried to scoot away from the huge pool of his seed that had just emptied out of her. This, of course, he didn't let her do, tugging her into the middle of it to sit for a moment instead. When she was pleasantly annoyed, then he answered her question. "Most certainly you may have a bath, pet," he said wryly, and he was sure she could sense the trickery and deceit in his mood, "and I'll be perfectly happy to bathe you, in fact, I insist."

He stood up off the bed, and... grabbed a hold of her leash, giving it a tug whistling at her again. "Come on, little one, just get into your cage while I go get some things to help you wash," he said, his black eyes sparkling. It was quite obvious that there was some sort of trick or deceit in him, but his manner conveyed that he wasn't offering other options.
 
For a brief moment she could feel an edge of bloodlust course through him before he contained it, and she watched him with a worried expression as his speed spilled out. She pulled back some, but he dragged her right back over his cum, making sure she was sitting in the middle of the puddle. She squirmed and frowned in aggitation before he let go.

His words sent a chill up her, his tone sounded so final, as though he would bathe her, and she was certain he had something devious. It made her give a worried from, and she hurried off the bed, somehow managing an air of grace, even when she lowered herself to her knees to crawl into the dog cage, making a face as her bare skin touched the cold metal of the cage floor. "May I have a dry fur to line my cage with?" She requested quietly. "Please, My lord?"
 
"Certainly, pet, but you might want to wait until after your bath..." and with that he closed the cage door behind her and latched it by bending a piece of iron around the bars of the door and the side of the cage, ensuring she wasn't going to be able to get out. He'd said he would need to get the things to wash her, but rather than leave the room, he simply walked over to get his own water pails and pitcher. He set them next to her cage and then tossed a bar of his soap onto the top of her cage. She would have to fish it through the bars.

Then, without warming the water, he picked up the pitcher and poured it through the top of the cage directly onto her. "You have a few moments to soap up before you're rinsed, pet, make good use of it," he said with a grin, then pulled up one of his chairs and, after putting his own clothes back on in a blur, he sat down and crossed his legs to watch her. The water pooled on the cold metal, making it feel even cooler.
 
She wanted to ask why she should wait, assuming he meant she wouldn't want to dirty the blanket with cum before her night of sleep. When instead he picked up a bucket, He set a bar of soap above her, and she stared at it, confused for a moment before he dumped the icy water over her.

She gasped, and struggled to grab the soap, yanking it through the bars to begin vigorously washing herself. She shivered in the water, obviously cold and uncomfortable. "I con't understnd..." She whimpered, and looked up at him with wide eyes as she scrubbed half dried cum from her body. "Why were you so sweet... So romantic and kin dbefore, but you're treating me like a lowly animal now?" She asked, her voice filled with the conflict. "Please explain! I cannot understand."
 
"Are you telling me that no part of you enjoys this, Kaura?" he asked her, the grin not moving from his face, even though he was notably using her name at the moment. He deliberately looked over her as she tried to scrub herself furiously, letting the thrill of power over her roll over him in deep, pleasured waves. She'd felt the fierce fire of his lust before, but this was a warm satisfied feeling drawn from his feasting ego. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling. "Tell me that you feel that, Kaura, feel the depth of that feeling... what it's doing to me as a man," his eyes opened as he spoke and met hers, locking with them, "much more than anything I'm doing, or the way I'm treating you... the way you're reacting is what's responsible for that feeling. Complying, asking for the blanket, pleading with your eyes, but choosing my will over your own..."

He paused to let her think, his fingertips pressing together in front of his lips as he watched her. He chuckled, "And you claim that I'm not still being romantic? Tell me that you feel no pleasure, no sense of pride at what you feel in me now. Look me in the eyes. Perhaps you can even lie to me. After all, I don't enjoy the advantage you have of being able to read your feelings directly." He swung a full pail from his fingertip, as if it were as light as lady's handbag.
 
She stared at him as he spoke, and indeed she felt the rolling waves of his ego flowing into her. The same feeling she recieved when a task was completed to satisfaction, or she earned a sucess... But this feeling, this sense of pride, was solely at the cost of her own humiliation. Her submission had earned her this, trapped in the cold iron cage, trying to scrub mixed fluids off her breasts while the vapire watched, delighting in her humiliation.

He lifted the second bucket, and Kaura dropped the soap, raising her arms in front of her as she tensed, feeling the icy splash rinse the soapy suds off her skin. It took her a moment to look up. Her blue hair was drenched through, clinging to her body as it glistened darkly, almost black in the light. "You're..." She paused and broke off, tucking her legs under her as she studdied the pool of water she was kept in. "I have no choice but to enjoy what you do." She whispered softly. "But you are delighting in demeaning and humiliating me. Did you really spare me, take me here... To use me as a whore, to humiliate and degrade?"
 
She was skirting the issue, of course, but he couldn't help but think about what she had meant to say before breaking off and looking away. Had she intended to say 'You're right, Viktor', but been unable to let it out? Or had she meant to say 'You're wrong', but decided that he'd be able to see through the lie? Perhaps she had been about to say 'You're a monster', but couldn't bear to say it. He couldn't be sure, and he couldn't help worrying that there was a small chance he'd misread her. His thoughts continued along these lines for a few moments, while his face remained placid, until he remembered that she could easily feel his doubt. Anger and frustration flashed through him as he chastised himself and his cheeks reddened again with her blood.

His normal level of control was not going to be enough to play these games against, Kaura, obviously. Her will was too strong and her wit to sharp, and he'd given her an advantage of insight that would require him to control himself at the very core if he wanted to hide anything. It was frustrating, but it was also the most exhilarating challenge he'd had in decades if not centuries. He calmed himself and returned his mood to the confidant, strong ego that was excited by her degradation. It clarified his thinking. He didn't think he'd read her wrong at all, in fact. Surely not. He pressed on, the whole self-doubt and thought process taking only a few seconds, though the emotions were distinct.

"Feeble arguments, Kaura. You're avoiding the issue I bring to you," he began, and in a flash he was kneeling beside her cage. He was at her eye level and could look into her eyes through the reflection in the pool of water she was kneeling in. The only way to avoid his gaze would be to turn her face away from him. "You have no choice but to enjoy what I enjoy? You claim, or at least imply, through your questions that you do not like being degraded and humiliated for my entertainment of your own accord? I think you lie, to yourself even."

He leaned in closer to the cage, "And now, you want me to be honest about what my interest has been in you, when you will not be honest about your own desires? No, pet, if that is to be the way it is, we are back to me being your Lord and you being my servant, as was your first offer to me for your life. Or do you forget that my offer to you hinged on your agreement to never run away from me, as you're running from my questions now? And before you offer me that foolish explanation that you cannot avoid feeling the way I do about your predicament, may I remind you that you proved to me the moment we learned of this connection that your will is strong enough for you to experience my emotions and still react with your own repulsion, if that's truly how you feel."

He stood up, dropped the now empty pail on top of her cage and sat back down in his chair. He crossed his legs and stared at her as if to say 'your move'.
 
His emotions were al clear to her as her own, and from the moment she turned away, not finishing her sentance, self doubt and worry flooded into him. It lasted only a second before anger and frustration settled in again. Her eyes widened a brief second, wondering what she had said or done to cause such powerful emotions, but in a second he was confident and smug again, and she almost blinked at the rapid change in his emotions.

Just as quick as his flickering emotions, he was at her, his face exactly at eye level, and she could not break her eyes from his. It was almost hypnotizing, the hold he had on her now. She shivered ever so slightly before he began to talk, and his words sunk deep into her, striking her almost like physical blows, until she turned her face down and closed her eyes to hold back her shame. She was grateful, more than grateful, that the bond was one sided, and while she could feel him, her emotions were all but a mystery to him.

That realization, that adantage, made her look up again. Her face was placid once more, and she settled back in the cage, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "I feel exactly what you do." She told him, "I admit... I enjoyed deeply pleasing you before my bite. But now..." For a moment her reserve shook as she struggled to understand what she was trying to get across. "Now it feels as though... I might enjoy pleasing you, either way, but feeling how deeple I do is addicting, and consuming. I cannot say I would be so... Enthuisiastic... To your cruelties if I were not linked to your mind."

She smiled slightly, her eyes dancing for a moment, and she bowed her head to him. Complete honesty... And she wanted to see how he would react to knowing it. Her next move would be decided by the emotions he would show her. "That is the complete truth, my lord."
 
It was difficult not to react. Viktor tried hard to think through, rather than feel through her words. Still, he couldn't help the small twinge here or there at her statements. Hearing that she enjoyed pleasing him made him feel warm and excited (the word 'addicting' had been enough to draw a sharp moment of passionate desire from him), and the explanation about how she felt about the way she was being treated now made it almost impossible to completely avoid a small moment of reservation, if not regret. He got the distinct impression that she was purposely trying to draw reactions from him, even if what she said seemed to be the truth.

He didn't say anything for a long moment, and the longer he thought, the more impossible it became to keep one steady emotion. He didn't know exactly how he even wanted to feel about this revelation, and the confusion was more and more palpable in his mind. Part of him felt like he was unfairly coercing her with his own pleasures, and his definition of fair was pretty lenient. Another part of him felt that if she found it pleasurable, for whatever reason, that pushing her was fair game. There was a strong hope in him that the feeling of conflict and confusion would be enough to hide the more specific things he was feeling, but even that seemed a little unfair if she was truly being open with him.

He switched his mind to another track. If he couldn't handle being open about how her words had made him feel (and there was always the chance that she could read his emotions more clearly, being an observer, than he could trying to direct them, anyway), she at least had earned an answer to her question. "Very well, Kaura," he said softly, using her name again to soften his manner further, "I'll answer your question. Did I spare you just to make you a... well, to be blunt, a degraded whore?"

He took a deep breath and looked over her, unable to deny to her mind or himself that he enjoyed seeing her there, but also knowing that his answer was going to be truthful, and she'd be able to sense it, he let go of his calm. Warmth, excitement, and a bit of longing for her body swept through him first, but as the words came from him, so did the emotions that the words spoke to. "The answer is no, Kaura," he began, "I was intrigued by you, interested. I wanted you, of course, as I'm sure many men in your life have, but believe me, girl, that is hardly enough to provoke my interest all that much after so many years of life. No, your spirit is what struck me. You were terrified, reasonably considering the way I approached, yet you did not shrink, and it was something more than just elvish arrogance." He smiled here and, his eyes laughing at the thought as he spoke, "Though, you certainly have plenty of that as well."

He was amused for a moment, but then moved on, "No, you showed courage when there was no hope left. Even more impressive, you showed the ability to think, to fight back, and, perhaps most importantly, you pursued exactly what you wanted, boldly. You didn't beg, and you didn't give up, Kaura." Something darker, more melancholy and sad touched his heart clearly, "You cannot imagine, my dear, how hard it is for me to find someone who challenges me to be at my best, nor how much I treasure that when I find it."

And there was the truth that she had asked for. He certainly had desires for things he wanted to do with her, to her, but he wanted more than anything, to win her will to do it of her own accord. He wasn't sure if the nature of her newfound 'addiction' as she called it tainted that victory somewhat, but he had been first attracted to her will and she still had that. He clung to that strength in her to give him the confidence that she was willing.
 
For a brief moment Kaura's eyes widened at his complete honestly. Shock flickered across her face as she openly stared at him, her cheeks heating. He had repeated back to her all the same traits that had earned her high rank in the rebellion. She knew it took courage and a level head to defy the elders, traits that her people had feared... But coming from him, it made her feel as though the emotions and reserve that she was shamed for having were now exhaulted, praised. A strange pride swelled inside of her, and she was even able to ignore him referring to her as a whore.

Again her head ducked, and she kept her fingers laced in her lap. No matter how his confession made her feel, she had to remember that this was still a game. If anything, his words helped strengthen her reserve. He was attracted to her spirit? The way she would not back up and let him have his way? That was good. She had no intention of giving it to him. No, she would still fight, resist. She would give him a good battle, and with his mind settled comfortably in her own, the tides had turned in her favor.

"Not all pets are tame." Kaura said at last, a fiery spark in her eyes as she looked up at him again, her grin wide and determined. "Do not be surprised when I nip at your hand."
 
He took in her reactions with gratification. She seemed... touched... in some way, by the way he'd spoken of her, and it made her seem all the more endearing to him. A warm swelling feeling bowled up in him, and there was no mistaking the feeling of affection nor any doubt as to where it was directed. The word 'addiction' flickered through his mind again, though the context was reversed from the way she'd used it. He was certainly feeling that he wouldn't mind having her around for a long time, and the idea of her having a drug like effect on him amused him thoroughly.

Of course, then she put her game face back on. He tilted his head bemusedly to the side as she issued her 'warning'. She was taunting him, almost daring him to go another round with her. Viktor had to contain himself. Although he had the stamina to do this all night and be fine the next day, she would wear down without proper sleep... And he wanted her awake tomorrow as well as tomorrow night. Still he smiled broadly at her, matching her fiery determination with his characteristic cool confidant black eyes, "How very true. And I wouldn't have you any other way, truly, but perhaps you'd consider holding your nipping teeth at bay long enough for me to dry out your cage and offer you that warm fur you asked for." He winked at her and added, "All pets need their rest, after all, even the highly spirited ones that you can never take for granted." He offered her a feeling of reassurance, openness, honesty, and genuine affection. There was no trickery this time, but there was a little bit of caution... the look in her eye hadn't quite faded and she hadn't accepted the offer yet.
 
Kaura smiled openly, still challenging, daring him to take it further, but when he offered to get the water out of the cage he was to have her sleep in, and let her sleep on one of his soft furs... She did pause, and dipped her head in agreement. "Yes of course, thank you." She said at last, "I believe I could use the rest of the night to rest and recover, especially if I am to put up a good fight for you tommorow."

She moved to the front of the cage, kneeling down by where he had bent the bars to trap her in. Her eyes stayed locked onto his, a curious look crossing her face. "What... Will your subjects know of this?" She questioned quietly. "Am I to play the part of a noble when in their company, only to return here and take my place as you unbroken pet?"
 
Viktor rose from his chair and knelt down to 'unlock' her. He swung the door wide for her to exit, but didn't take off her collar. When she asked him her questions, he grinned a little. "Yes, I rather think we ought to keep the nature of this relationship private, pet," he began. He might not have a near telepathic link with her, but he knew she didn't like the part she was dealt in public. He halfway wondered whether she'd actually rather be known as 'Lord Viktor's Sex Slave' just to avoid having to be prim and proper... and boring.

He continued, addressing this problem, "Though, you needn't worry about being terribly well behaved and curtsying all the time. An elven noble is a bit of a novelty here; if you turn out to be a bit wild I rather think it will only endear you to the townsfolk. It really was a stroke of luck that Maid Ellyn was assigned to you, you know. She may be quite shy, but she loves the wild countryside far more than gossip of the courts." And then, as he was draining her cage and drying it with a cloth, an idea struck him that was absolutely too amusing. He instantly felt lusty, devious, and excited... When he caught the look of curiosity in her eyes he responded quickly with a big grin, "Oh no, I'm not telling. It's just an idea that has come to me."

He finished by placing two or three thick furs inside the large cage along with a bowl of water, should she need to drink during the night. He moved the cage a little closer to the fire to keep her warm and opened the door again for her.
 
Kaura bowed her head as he opened the door, and she crawled out, standing and stretching slightly as he worked on cleaning out the tiny cage. She watched him as he emptied out the water, and began drying the bottom, talking to her in a low voice. She was glad that word would not spread about what she was doing here, and what her place with Viktor really was. She would rather play the part of the dull noble, and return to be the lordsw lover at night... Rather then to be looked down on as an Elven whore.

Lust surged through Vincent for a moment, and Kaura gazed at him with curiosity, wondering what could have sparked such a sudden change of emotions. The look in his eyes was entirely miechevious, and she could not help but to think that whatever he was planning, she would not like it. It was slightly frustrating now, to know he was planning something, but not be able to pinpoint what it was.

She frowned to herself as he opened the door, watching him as she got back onto her hands and knees, and crawled into the cage, curling onto the soft furs. "I would prefer the bed..." She grumbled, but yawned. "Thank you."
 
He merely grinned at her as she grumbled at him. "Perhaps if pet is very good she can get the bed sometime," he said in answer. He didn't mention, of course, that he'd already planned to move her once she was asleep. He loved the idea of her having to sleep in the cage, but he also felt like she had truly earned the bed.

He sat back on the chair, taking up some scrolls and maps, official business, and watched her drift off to sleep. While he tried to focus on some building project one of the engineers had suggested, Viktor felt his mind drawn back repeatedly to the whole evening they'd just spent together. He had the distinct impression that Kaura was plotting something, but truthfully he would rather see her put it into action than thwart her. Besides, analyzing the little things she'd said there near the end and the emotions on her face were a bit less... fun... than remembering some of the other details, or running his eyes over her sleeping naked form. Warm lust coursed through him, and then something occurred to him. He focused more on these feelings and watched Kaura's sleeping form for any reaction in her dreams. She was fast asleep now, and he would likely be able to move her soon (as he could remember her sleeping right through being carried when she was truly tired). Still, he wanted to watch for a moment.
 
She laughed to herself when he gave that tiny ray of hope, that maybe one day she would be able to rest in a bed, rather then the cramped cage. She just curled up, giving him a warm smile before she closed her eyes and sighed very softly, smiling as she drifted off to sleep.

She slept soundly, sighing softly in her sleep as she dreamed. The first bit of the night passed normally, and she layed still as her mind filled with her usual dreams of a favorable home, with the addition of a smug looking vampire now. But as Viktor indulged in his own fantasies, her dreams shifted. Her mind returned to the activities of the evenings, and she could see herself being fucked by the dream Viktor once again. Her physical body reacted quickly, and she moaned softly. Her core grew wet again, and she couldn't seem to find a good position, writhing in her sleep, her body coursing with that need again.
 
He chuckled a little to himself as he saw how effective that was. This truly did seem unfair, though. She didn't have her wits about her. He let go of the daydreams and quietly opened up the cage. Carefully, he picked her up in the furs that lined her cage, then pulled her out. With one hand, he rolled back the stained white fur that formed the main bedspread and slipped her onto the bed where it had been. He positioned her body at the foot of the bed, still wanting her to wake up a pet, but he placed a pillow beneath her head and wrapped her in the warmth of blankets, then he laid down on the bed himself, stretching out so that she was sleeping at his feet.

He didn't sleep but he tried to keep his emotions placid to avoid disturbing her sleep. He looked down at her often, curious about her. He wondered exactly why she'd been condemned by her people, and he wondered if she'd tell him if he asked. Hours passed and he considered various plans, but the ones about the castle and the town were far less interesting than the ones about Kaura.

When light started to peak out over the mountain tops, he leaned over and gently shook her once. Then he laid back down to wait for her to awaken to the scene he'd laid her in.
 
After a few minutes of her fantisising in her dreams, the lust finally quieted. She sighed softly in her sleep, curling up tightly on the furs. She barely even stired when he opened the cage, and gently lifted her out. He layed her down gently and she snuggled in close to the pillow, too drained by the day to even wake.

Hours later dawn started to break, and she could feel herself gently shook. It took her a moment to wake up, and she rolled over with a sigh. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't in the tiny cage, and when she did she pushed herself up on her arms, and looked around with a curious look on her face, until her eyes settled on Viktor. She was laying at the foot of his bed, curled up on the very edge like a pet, while he stretched out above her, the master. "Good morning, Lord Viktor." She offered, pushing herself up until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed. "How was your night?" She smiled, keeping out any emotion of aggitation over being treated like a pet.
 
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