The way he talked really made me wonder if he was instructed by someone before meeting me. Everything he said sounded like he was trying to establish a personality, while he obviously was an Animal. Or maybe he was imitating someone around me, even me? I looked back at him, then remembered his words and looked down myself.

He was right tough, just stating the obvious. My Rips sticking out, I looked like I had been deprived of food. I didn´t really look like a woman all that much anymore.

I had just.... Forgotten to eat. Since he had left, I just hadn´t cared anymore. My heart throbbed at the thought of him and I focused the bit of energy I still had back on my new found strange companion.

“You are quite skinny yourself.”, I declare the obvious

He looks almost bored.

“I´m not starving tough.”

He´s right. And his body is made for it. Muscles sculp his naked Stomach and Arms. His narrow Hips grow into broader shoulders. His Body was designed for being pretty skinny.

Which doesn´t make the whole conversation any better.

I turn back around, gather my thoughts for a second and then proceed to slip under my Bed, without giving him any further attention.

Finally under my Sheets I turn back at him. He seems to try to vanish into the wall, standing still like a statue.

“Come.”, I call him.

He closes his Eyes, his irritating way to bright Eyes, then he comes to me.

Once more he hesitates, then he pushes himself into the bed beside me.

The Bed isn´t very big. I wanted to prove my superiority and Indifference by ordering him here. Now I realize that it might have been a mistake.

Feeling him here beside me, his Body warmth sweeping over to me, makes him more real than I would want a Slave to be.

I hear his breath going slower and slower and throw a quick glance over at him.

He´s staring at the ceiling, his eyes half – closed.

I roll over to the other side and fall asleep not much later.

My dreams are frightening. My Dad is in them, screaming, my demon, crying, while I hover over all of them.

I wake up covered in sweat.

Sarazeels Eyes have been resting on me, but now that I am looking back at him, he turns his head again.

After getting a good portion of Sleep in, it´s even harder to not feel his body right next to me. He´s a lot taller than me, his Hips maybe at the height of my Tighs.

With a slight Sigh I proceed to sit up and contemplate what to do now.

Normally I would have made sure to leave the complex quickly, but with what my father had said yesterday, I wouldn´t be able to do that.

So how should I start the day. Going to eat breakfast. That was a good idea. Now that I had the possibility to maybe be able to direct my life one day.

And the Demon was probably hungry as well. Didn´t he even say that yesterday? So did I send him to bed hungry? By accident, even? Well, what a great start.

I slide to the bottom of the bed and then walk over to my Closet.

“You know, you could wash yourself sometime.”

I freeze. Did he just say I was smelling bad? I can´t stop a slight red from glowing up in my cheeks while I turn around.

“Same goes for you.” He hadn´t been exactly clean, sitting on that tree. I would be lying though, If I tried to say he smelled bad. He smelled exciting.

“Which is no surprise, since I had to follow your routine If I wanted to get any Chance of meeting you.”

I bite my lip.

“It´s not my fault you´re stupid enough to follow my families order.”

“Thanks, Mistress. Won´t happen again.”

Here I was, arguing with my demon about whom smelled worse.

“Don´t call me Mistress. That makes me sound like and old woman.”

He gets up from the bed and takes a step toward me.

“What should I call you then?”

“My name´s Kara.”

I finally open my closet and take out underwear, a shirt and some pants. Time for some serious business, like getting dressed.

“You wouldn´t want me to call you by your name...”

His Voice sounds suprised, almost questioning. I turn around and pick up my old dress from yesterday.

“Then call me Master. I don´t know. Just don´t call me Mistress.”

I make a disgusted face while getting into the rotten old dress. Then I wave my hand while stepping towards the door.

“Come.”

The Looks he gets are way too obvious.

This part of the Young Adults Complex was distributed to the Girls. “The Sisters”.

Only that demons were always with their masters, regardless of their gender.

The young Women stared at the half – naked Guy not only because he was, in fact, male, but also because of his not to be argued Handsomeness. I should have at least made him wear his Shirt from yesterday.

He finally walks next to me in the not too big Hallway, since everyone either gets far away from him or stands aside.

“I might need clothes.”

What a nice way to say it.

“Don´t worry.”

Instead of going to the Shower Area, I make my way over to the Staircases that lead to the seperate Boys Area.