© Copyright 2007 Reckless Soul. All rights reserved.- Ok, real quick apology for my slowness (and real quick excuses). First off, sorry it took me so lo9ng to get this out...sigh, I've got TONS of homework most of the weeks. Also, we were in the process of moving over here, so my notebook with the story has been cooped up in a box for over...hmm? Some odd amount of months. (Poor notebook T . T) Again, so sorry! Here's the story! Oh, and if you want to help inspire me for my next chapter, please message! I'm running low on account of school drains you of all creativity. Grr, school, enjoy!

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Somewhere with Kammie

Kammie slowly opened her eyes, her body lay softly on silk covers and pillows.

At the edge of the bed was a man, apparently the man from before. He had pants of leather on with no shirt, showing his finely defines back. (Meow! .)

Kammie shivered, a cold sweat developing. The man looked over his shoulder and smirked, causing Kammie to panic and back up. Eventually, landing her on the the hard wooden floor.

The man grinned in amusement, and slowly walked over to Kammie, picking her up and placing her back on the bed.

Kammie blushed as the man's body heat, made it's way through her thin white gown. Kammie then realized the thin material on her body, and how reviling it was.

She clenched her breast trying yo hide her reviling state.

The male chuckled while placing a finger under her tucked chin. Lifting her head to stare into her eyes, he monotonously stated, “You're my pet, no reason to hide. Anyways, a pet, so fine as yourself, deserves to be treated nicely. Your body is off limits to me, such as long as your time has not come.

“Until then, don't worry. I do have self control.” He smirked, lifting up the charm placed around her frail neck.

“This charm...Holds much more purpose than you, anyways.” Coldly he stood up, slipping a long robe-like jacket on, and pacing out the door.

Kammie blinked, bewildered at his words and body language. Suddenly, it all sank in. “Jerk.” she mumbled.

Kammie jumped, feeling a rough hand touch her bare shoulder. Looking to her right she saw a woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, staring at her with worry. When did she...? Kammie shook it off and turned to the woman, “Yes?”

“Master wishes for me to get you dressed and ready for breakfast.” she kindly said, ushering Kammie to a bathroom connected to the large bedroom. A large round bath tub (one of those expensive, golden trimmed ones) sat right in the middle of the white marbled bathroom.

After about thirty minutes of Kammie struggling against the maid to get ready, she was dressed and casually walking down the large flight of stairs that lead to the first floor of the huge manor she was now presently in. Her cream colored dress went quite well with her red curls of hair.

The woman lightly urged Kammie forward to follow another maid, whom was dressed a bit more elegant.

Kammie stumbled, the dress swaying a bit to show off her cream flats. The dress it self was simple.

It hung off the shoulder, the front was designed to look a bit like a corset, and a large bow was wrapped around her waist and dragged a few feet out from behind her.

Kammie was lead to another room, which she immediately lost her breath when stepping into.

The room was large and painted with soft, beautiful colors. On the right side of the room, the entire wall was made of windows that went from floor to ceiling.

The ceiling was painted to look like a blue, almost cloudless sky. Angels surround the chandler in the middle of the room. Under that chandler stood a long, beautiful table, made of a smooth wood that shone with such passion.

And there he was, her new master. So high and mighty sitting in that chair at the end of the table.

The maid now leading her, showed her to her seat, which was on the right side of this man.

Once the maid rushed off to retrieve breakfast, Kammie looked over at the blond male beside her, “Who...Who are you?”

She glared as he swiftly took her hand in his and kissed it tenderly, “How rude of me, my name is Cane. And, I hope I'm correct, your name is Kammie.” How did he- “I had a feeling...”

Cane warmly smiled at Kammie, but his eyes were still an emotionless green.

Did he- “Yes. I did read your thoughts.” laughter could be heard in his voice, but it never went any further than that.

This is going to be one hell of a time... Kammie muttered in her head, still a bit shocked from the new information she had retained.

“Yes,” Cane chuckled, his eyes brighting up, “yes, it is...” Just then a maid set the food in front of the two and scurried off, leaving the two to dine on grapes and wine.