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to sit with them and eat. It was also the one and only
time her Uncle gave the orders of what she was to do, like help the servants
and all. “I think come tonight he’ll mark you and be your mate.”
    Mary Jane Collin smiled big at her father,
and then turned a nasty smile towards Missy. “Oh he was very good last night.
I’m sure he’ll take care of everything tonight.”
    “I’m sure he will,” Uncle Chad smiled
back.
    “What if he doesn’t?” Missy simply had to
ask the question.
    Mary Jane glared at her, and her uncle
sighed in aggravation. “He’ll give us what we want, or I’ll replace him,” he
snapped.
    “What is it you want this time?” Missy
just couldn’t keep her mouth shut as she normally did. “Why isn’t she going and
getting herself mated the normal way for you people.” What prompted her to
speak like this to him, she didn’t know.
    Her uncle moved and moved fast. The hand
came across Missy face hard, knocking her out of her seat onto the floor. “You
forget your place here, girl!” His chair skidded away from the table; he came
around to her and pulled her up by her hair. “What goes on in my house is none of your concern. You
should be thankful that I feed you!”
    “I think she needs to be reminded,” Mary
Jane snickered, an evil smile on her cruel face.
    Mary Jane was never a pretty girl, in
Missy’s eyes. Her head never matched her body. It always reminded Missy of a
boy in a girl’s body. Her long brown hair always seemed dull and lifeless. She
also was very chubby, refusing to give up the sweets, and yet, in her father’s
eye, she couldn’t do a damn thing wrong.
    Uncle Chad jerked Missy from the dining
room by her hair to the cellar. She knew what was to come. This was the room
for punishment, and it had been a very long time since she had one. The belt
came out with a swooshing sound and she got shoved face forward over the wooden
beam he left in there. She didn’t cry out once as the strap came down on her.
One single tear did fall, but not a sound left her lips. He made a huffing
sound due to how overweight he was and how much of an effort it was to beat
her.
    How long it lasted, she couldn’t say. Her
backside burned, and she figured it would be a nice shade of black and blue
soon. He huffed behind her when it was over, slipped the belt back around his
waist.
    “Get your chores done and I don’t want to
see you for the rest of the day,” he barked.
    When the door closed behind him, she
slumped to the floor. I’m without a doubt
broken now. She sat on the floor, not moving. She didn’t jump when the door
opened, half-expecting Mary Jane to come in and do her worst as well, but it
wasn’t, it was Annie the cook.
    “Oh, honey,” she said, dropping to her
knees in front of Missy. “I thought he stopped doing this a long time ago.”
    “I’m fine,” Missy tried to smile, but when
she did tears came to her eyes.
    “Baby, its time you left this place,” she
whispered, helping Missy to stand. She swayed, leaning on Annie. “Nothing good
will ever come to you if you stay.”
    “If I go, they’ll kill me,” she whispered
low.
    “I don’t think they’ll care anymore.” Like
the others, Annie is a shifter and knew the whole story of Missy. “If you stay,
they’ll only kill you.”
    “I’m already dead.”
    Annie put Missy’s head on her shoulder.
“Don’t you talk like that.”
    Missy couldn’t help it and cried softly.
Her back throbbed painfully, reminding her just as Annie had, that she indeed
was still alive.
    “Shh. Everything is going to be alright.”
    Annie took care of her back. It turned out
that this time he broke skin. Missy didn’t mind the pain; she welcomed it, and
thought of her own plan. Annie wouldn’t let her do anything around the house,
not after the beating she took. Since her Uncle didn’t want to see her for the
rest of the day, Missy decided that it was only fair for the guy below to have
some kind of say on what