"Tell us about your family."It was the right kind of question. Haltingly at first, but gaining confidence, Emily started telling them about her childr...n. "So, the two oldest will be in mix days, won't they?" he asked her."They ... they already did," she answered."Won't it be good to be able to talk with them about it? Maybe joke a little?" Talk? Oh, no! I could never do that!" Why not? It's something that could bring you closer together. You knew things would be different here. If you don't. "Well from now on, you are to call me 'Mistress,' 'Mistress Dyvia,''Goddess,' Most Divine One,' or 'glorified owner.'" Yes Mistress Dyvia." Good girl Krystal." Krystal, Mistress?" Your name of course, I name all my girls. Usually I have a veryspecific plan for most of my girls, but I have a very good idea what Iwant to do with you. I will give you the choice of how we will proceed.Do you want to be my slut? My bimbo? Or my slave?" What is the difference Mistress?" Well there is a big. Her face fell when she saw that I retained my equilibrium–she’d apparently hoped I’d run out screaming. But the sight of the rider’s fury after I had shot him had inured me now to almost any kind of lesser fright, supernatural or otherwise. Nothing could be worse than his unholy wrath. “Your family is cursed, the way he is?” I thought of another cursed family I knew. “No,” she said as if it were obvious. “We’re good people! Decent people! ‘Taker saw us standing along the road next to the car. She wondered if her father even knew if she were gone, or if he was looking for her. ‘Oh,’ He knew what happened but didn’t have the heart to tell her. ‘Her parents, probably her father, sent her to these men as a bargaining deal. Poor girl.’ He thought as he looked her over, caressing her stomach over the lamb’s wool blanket. ‘I’m sure your parents are looking for you, don’t worry. They can’t harm you physically, just train you like they have.’ Tears streamed down her face, their warmth was.