*Pierre* It did not matter that my wounds were still fresh, there was training. Sadragon had a sympathetic gesture? I found out that it is common for everyone to feel the wrath of the Master at least once before they are considered a hunter. “The pain only will make me stronger!” I winked at Sadragon as I strolled into the centre of the fighting pit. The sand had patches of dried up blood from previous fights. Here they did not care if you got the shit kicked out of you. It was do or die. On Earth they played everything safe, only a certain amount of pain was allowed to be inflicted on your opponent. I turned my head towards Sadragon, “I think I am going to like it here a lot!” My opponent was on me before I could realize what was going on. His fist met the side of my jaw sending me flying to the ground. “First thing you will learn human born, never get distracted. And do as you are told!” I got up off of the sand, spitting the blood out of my mouth. “Here is a lesson for you…” I took one step towards the behemoth, “you only get one free punch!” I was true to my words. The city was my fighting ground, my lessons came from the streets. I was well trained in brawling. Strategies were something that came to me quickly as I grew up. Always thinking on my feet. By the time I was finished with my first lesson, I had earned the respect of the behemoth. The behemoth shook my hand, “Not bad Pierre, you can call me Hassun!” We both walked out of the ring while two other hunters took to the middle of the ring. “I knew you were going to be trouble the second I saw you in front of the Master. I did not know that you had skill. You will climb the ranks fast if you keep on showing promise.” Hassun said as he took me to Sadragon. “He is my mate!” Sadragon said with pride, “you did not think that fate would send me a maiden now did you?” Hassun slapped Sadragon on the shoulders, “no, fate would not be that cruel to send you a maiden, you are a beast after all!” *Camile*Over and over Puabi showed me how to manoeuvre my body for pleasure. She showed me how to use my facial expression to appeal to those I am interacting with. In the beginning, I was failing at every attempt at being sexy and seductive. I couldn’t act on what I was not feeling. “You have to change how you are thinking. It is not about what you feel, it is about how you make the male feel! Stop thinking about your feelings and think about what they are wanting.” Puabi scolded me again. “That is kind of one sided!” I whined. Puabi grasped my chin roughly, “you need to forget about fairness. What you want no longer matters. As long as the Master allows it you live. When you are sold, the new master will decide how long you live. Everything you do will be for their pleasure. You have a choice to live with little pain or endure a great deal of pain before your master decides you are boring. You will entertain and nothing more.” Tears started to roll down my face, “I still can not believe this is happening.” “Everything brings us closer to our fate!” Puabi stroked the tears off my cheek, “If fate wills it, you will be with me for a very long time.” *Merna* “Your blood moon gives you no rights for being arrogant!” The Master spat. “So that is what you call it, Pierre calls it the week Lucifer goes on vacation.” I got a bit snappy. The corners of the Master's lips turned up, “is that so! I will have to ask him if that is true!” “You know him?” I smiled for a bit as this scene played itself out. Then I remembered the spy and the dead body. Snapping my fingers and clapping my hands together, “You have a problem!” My demeanour became all serious. “Do I?” Chaos was still slightly playful. “You have a dead female serf on the Southern border and a spy that is wandering your halls!” I did not see the point of sugar coating the situation. “She was following me until your hunter brought me here.” “How do you know about this?” He sat on his chair. Strolling over I lowered my voice, so no one could hear the conversation. “The second the serf that killed the poor girl touched me!” “That is why you hate being touched?” He pointed out.“That is one of the many reasons but yes!” I was honest. The Master paced the location for a second. What was he thinking about? “Do you know anything else?” He turned to me. I lifted the hem of the dress and pointed to the slippers that were on my feet, “they stop me from properly speaking with the land. It is like a condom, it stops everything from progressing any further.” My tone showed a bit of annoyance. The Master lifted one brow. “My apologies, hormones are a bitch!” I tried to lower my attitude bar. “You might want to collect your tongue and keep it in line if you so wish to live longer!” “I did not realize I had options!” I glared at Chaos once again forgetting who I was speaking to. “You are getting closer to having another punishment!” He growled. At the thought of the paddle hitting my backside my lady bits started to come to life, ‘sounds like fun!’ The Masters smirked! ‘Shit!’ I mentally hi-fived myself with the palm of my hand. “You might want to control your thoughts …” He sniffed the air, “and your arousal!” The Master pointed to my feet, “take off the slippers and tell me what you see and hear!” I dropped the hem and crossed my arms in front of my chest ready to start a fight. ‘Calm down before you get diverted from what is important, Merna!’ I scolded myself. “I need to …” I cleared my throat, “be outside and touch the land. In here you block the majority of all communication. do not blame you, if I were you I would do the same.” The Master looked me up and down and headed towards the door, “follow me!” I growled in annoyance. “This is going to be one long bloody week!” I grumbled lowly. Chaos let out a rumble from his chest, “that is a growl!” I stuck out my tongue and made this squeaking noise that was the most pathetic attempt at a growl that was ever made.