As the faerie fought in vain, struggling to set herself free of his grasp, she started to take in what all of this really meant. As they neared the castle, she felt a shiver go up and down her spine . . . . I don’t know why I didn’t trust my instincts before, she thought to herself, sadly. This was her stupid mistake, that’s for sure. She got herself into this mess, and she could feel the guilt of all of it building up inside her stomach. Maybe this was some sort of cosmic payback or karma for the petty stealing she had always done to be able to survive, she didn’t know.<br/><br/>When the demon groped her ass and spanked her, it was an awakening. Whatever his intentions with her were, they were definitely evil. Suddenly the town slave auction came to mind. Beings collected beings in this land. It was legal, and a huge enterprise for many folk. She had always been able to avoid being caught or taken as a slave by anyone, which for a faerie on her own, was very hard to do. Once an old witch had caught her, but she was able to free herself for the woman’s power was old and failing. But this demon was in his prime. She would have to elude him in trickier ways than with the old witch. He did not yet know what powers she had, and while she had very few, she still had some. Hopefully, she would be able to exercise her powers at the right time, to set herself free. But she wouldn’t know how any of that would play out just yet.<br/><br/>She continued to struggle against him, mustering the strength from some unknown power, perhaps adrenaline. She wasn’t going to go quietly.<br/><br/>“You will NEVER be my master, no one ever will! You cannot keep me here, you’ll see!” She screamed into his ear. She didn’t want to make this easy for him. She was going to put up a long and hard fight. But then again, she had no idea of what he was capable of . . .<br/><br/>