Pretty Pawn

The next day, after my Master branded me, I went to him; the trainer. I was a wounded bird who needed its wings mended. When I found him I think he could sense how broken I was. It was the first time the trainer has been gentle with me. He did not bring me to a physician, but tended to my wounds himself; icing my thumbs, wrapping my hands, applying salve to the brand. I don't recall him carrying me to his home, I must have passed out. The day is a blur as I was in and out of consciousness. Throughout the day he tended to my broken body, then he use it benevolently.

I think that was the day that I finally realized what lola felt from our Master. My Master has never been easy with me, but who ever is with a common slut? I am not his love slave, lola is. His touches always seem more tender with lola, and it is something I crave from him, but never receive. Is it possible, that Master Valentine is using this to his advantage; to sway me away from my Master.

Who can ever really tell the true motives of these men. To them I am just a pawn in their twisted games, in their lust for power.

Since my Master has branded me, he will not look at me, he will not touch me, he barely speaks to me. Can I really blame him? I lied to him in front of everyone in an attempt to hide what I am starting to feel for Master Valentin. I don't want him to pull me from the trainer! If he had never handed me over to Master Valentin I would have never experienced that kiss, that touch. I know I was told it was to get information from Master Valentin, but the thought gnaws at my gut that he did it to get me out of his hair, and to make lola happy.

Now a triangle has been formed. I am torn between my loyalty to my Master, and the love I feel for my trainer. I can just hear lola in my head, screaming at the top of her lungs, 'Sell her! She is not worthy of your collar! Sell her, Master!'