Escape

I was stolen away, and forced to submit to a man I had never spied before that night. Ripped from the loving arms of my handler, and my secret lover, Marcus. For four hands he pushed, and pulled me--toyed with me. At first I hated him, and loathed the ground he walked on, but little by little I found myself drawn to him. Patient, so patient. He did not force me to his furs every night, but strummed my body so that I lay aching for him. He made me crave him like a animal who has been denied drink craves water.

Now, I find myself back at house Red Dinas. One would think that I would be quite satisfied that a house would go to so much trouble to find me, and bring me back--that I, a slave, would have be thought worth so much. Yet, I cried out for him as they dragged me away. I was combative, but this they expected of me for I was bred to have a wild streak. Routine was soon established, and once again I was being groomed for the one I was bred for, yet often my mind wander to the Brewer, and I found my mouth watering.

Can you imagine what I felt when I heard that he was back in the city? At first I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach--that tell tale sign that someone has left their imprint on you, but I couldn't for long. He had seeped into my veins, and each night he came into my dreams like a carnal beast--eyes piecing through the dark, circling me, taunting me. How many times have I awoken in a heated sweat kicking the furs from my body? Many, and now those nights are increasing in numbers. It is if my body feels the pull of him so near, and yet unattainable.

For now, the house has me under lock, and key after what happened with Marcus, but they are preparing wagons to travel to the faire. I have noticed that on occasion the gates are left open, and unattended. They underestimated the sway that man holds over me.

Tomorrow...I will escape, and to him, the brewer Dominick, I will run.