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happened to him tonight. She might not have much of a
life, but damn if he didn’t deserve one at least. Being a pet and used by her
crazy family wasn’t right.
    She knew the location of the drugs. Being
a ghost of sorts in a house, one tended to learn everything. With her uncle out
with Mary Jane, Missy went into his office and found his drug box. There in a
box on the desk sat the needle with the drug that would be put into the man
below to make him perform whether he liked it or not. She picked it up, went to
the window, opened it, and squirted it all out. Now that they were empty, she
brought out some simple saline solution and filled it back up. Tonight he was
to have a chance at defending himself, and as they deal with that, Missy would
be leaving.
    * * * *
    Brent knew the second she entered the
room. His senses were back and he could smell her. A fresh scent, one that had
him smiling. “My name is Brent.”
    “I didn’t ask.”
    “I know.”
    “So why would you tell me?”
    “Why wouldn’t you ask me?”
    “There’s no point in getting to know each
other.”
    He moved onto his knees, sniffing. “You’ve
got some food.”
    “Yes. I thought you might be hungry and
they might forget about you. It happens around here.”
    She got close to the cage with the tray of
food. Brent waited until she had pushed it close enough before snatching out,
grabbing hold of her wrist, forcing her closer so he could get a look at his
angel. The light caught her face and he sucked air into his lungs.
    “You’re beautiful,” he breathed out low.
    And she was! Deep, large brown eyes that
widened. A heart shape face, full, very kissable lips and long golden brown
hair. The shadows outlined her lush body, a figure he could sink into.
    Her other hand came around and pried his
fingers from the arm of the wrist he held. Brent let her go. “Tonight you’re
going to have one chance to leave. Take it.”
    Slowly she backed away; the darkness once
more swallowed her up. “What do you mean?”
    “You’ll see.” Her voice sounded further
away.
    Brent sighed, taking the food and began
eating it as he thought about what she said. He could feel his heat rising. What
time it was he had no clue. What he did know was that soon he would be in
another heat and he sure as hell didn’t want it to be with that bitch who
fucked him last night. Without a doubt, he could do without her!
    He ate everything, sat back against the bars,
and closed his eyes. Sleep didn’t come easy for him and when it did, it didn’t
last very long. Once more, the door banged open and he was taken from the cage.
Needles were stuck in to his arm, right before he was chained to the bed, only
this time Brent didn’t feel drugged like before. Hell, he didn’t feel anything,
he still felt like his normal self with the strength and senses intact.
    “Now I get to play all day and night.”
    Brent wanted to groan and growl at the
same time. The same one that used him last night came into the room, her cold
hand sliding up his leg to the hip and gripped his limp cock.
    “That isn’t right,” she said.
    “Sure it is,” Brent strained as he broke
the chain that held his arms up over his head. He sat up quickly, wrapped a
hand around her chubby throat, cutting some of her air off. “Only a drug will
give me a hard on to fuck you with.”
    Her hands closed around his wrists and he
heard gurgling sounds as if she was really was struggling to breath. “Ho—how?”
she stuttered.
    “You tell me?” Another yank and he had the
collar on his neck off. Getting off the bed, Brent walked her backward to the
cage, with a shove she fell backwards into it and he shut the door, locking her
in. “Let’s see how you like being caged.”
    “My father will hunt you down!” she spat.
    Brent smiled. “Hope so. I would love to
face him on equal ground. Enjoy yourself. I know I didn’t in your company.”
    “Come back here and let me out!” she
yelled.
    He didn’t. Naked,