Ann H by Unknown

family.
She desperately wanted to belong somewhere.
    How long she sat there, staring at the
sky, she couldn’t say. When the sound of her cousin going back to her own room,
which happened to be right below Missy's, she stood up and went to her
bathroom, got out one of the ripped towels, washcloths and a bucket of warm
water with soap. Leaving her room, she headed back down and snuck into the
basement where the guy was caged.
    She waited in the shadows until the men
who her uncle hired to keep the man under control left. They left the light
overhead on, so she was able to see him clearly. He still had the collar around
his neck that connected to the chairs around his wrists. Naked, Missy got to
see his whole body and she had to admit it was very impressive.
    His wide shoulders, muscled chest, and
stomach, even his legs and arms had the brick look to them. A strong guy, one
that didn’t deserve to be treated such. He had his knees drawn up, arms
dangling over his knees and head down. His dark brown hair wasn’t long, but the
locks on top were long enough that they slid down slightly past his eyes.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, causing him to
jump. His head came up, dark eyes searched around, but she knew he couldn’t see
her. She also knew that with the drug they gave him to perform he wouldn’t know
she was here like before. “Don’t worry. The drug will wear off soon. I thought
you might want to clean up.” She moved to the darkest part of the cage, knelt
down, and slid the water with towels towards the cage in order for him to reach
it and clean himself.
    “Thanks.” He moved on his knees to the
bucket and dipped the washcloth in. Missy stood back and watched him.
    “Do you know why you’re here?” she asked.
    “To be a pet,” he smarted back.
    “To relieve her.”
    His hand stopped at his chest, head came
up. “From what? Not enough sex?”
    “You know about the red moon?”
    “Yes, it came last night.”
    “It’s coming again.”
    Once more his hand stopped, this time
between his legs. “What?”
    “We’re to have another one. Tomorrow night
I think. It’s already half red now.”
    “That’s not possible.” He finished washing
his body quickly, dried off, and pushed the bucket and towel back to her. “I
need to get out of here before it comes then. You need to help me!”
    “I don’t think I can do that.” She picked
the bucket up. “I’m sorry.”
    “Missy wait!” He also stood up, hands
around the bars. “Please, I need help.”
    “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “I
can’t help anyone, I’m sorry.”
    She walked away, only to be stopped by his
voice once more. “I can’t go through my heat with her. She isn’t my mate and
she won’t get any relief with me during her cycle.”
    * * * *
    Brent knew when she left. His senses were
coming back, letting him not only smell her but also getting his strength back.
Now if he could only have his strength back before the next red moon then he
could take care of himself and get the fuck out of here, and what about her? That was the big question here, because there
was something about Missy that he couldn’t put his finger on.
    Sitting back down, he sighed, rested his
head back, and thought what the hell am I going to do? He sure, as shit was in
a pickle, that’s for sure.  
    “So we are to have another red moon,” he
said aloud. “Shit, just what I don’t fucking need.” He sure, as shit didn’t
want to mate and mark that bitch who fucked him not too long ago. She had a
scent about her that surprised the hell out of him that his dick didn’t go
down. Then, they drugged him so he would stay hard and she used him until she
dropped. “Great, just fucking great!” he growled. “Now what?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    “I think he’ll be the one, honey.” Uncle
Chad said at the table early in the morning. Breakfast was one of the rare
times Missy was allowed