Chapter 230
His purple eyes got wider and he pushed me to Lay on my back. The blanket covering us was moved so he could examine me. All attention focused on Master Christof, who was focusing on my rotund belly.
“Why is this bigger? What have the others done to you?” he asked.
“Is this illness the reason they did not bring you to us at the cabin?”
Probably, I thought. The men that kept me probably didn’t want my real owners to see my stomach. The collective in my head roared at what they thought must be a sign of sickness.
I lay still and watched Master Christof’s eyes. This was not how I planned to tell them. I felt they would be angry when they found out, so perhaps chained to a wall was better.
“One of you put a baby inside of me,” I told him simply, although speaking the words seemed unnecessary.
“There is no word I know to call it in your Language. In my world the word is pregnant.”
Nu-reeh entered then and the men all sat up. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“There is a word in our language also, slave. The men do not have need to use it, so they do not know it. I will permit them to use your word,” she told me simply.
I recognized the two other women that followed her in. The one to her right had been leaking venom when they took me from the compound, her name was Dinah, I knew now. As she stared at me the amber Liquid seeped from her fangs again. The men gasped watching it hit the floor.
“Dinah,” Nu-reeh said harshly turning to her, “out, if you cannot control yourself.”
“We take precautions,” she said.
“It should not happen. Make them tell you why they did not follow the rules.”
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She turned and strode back outside. I heard the clatter of her talons as she walked across the floor.
Master Damien spoke then, “Nu-reeh, we have angered your sister, Dinah, and we are very sorry.”
Nu-reeh ignored him and got back to the point.
“The slave is going to have a child, Damien,” Nu-reeh said.
“We know you left it with Rue and his Brothers. We wish to know who stopped giving the slave the health tonic.”
“Slaves cannot bear us children,” Master Damien said sounding confused.
“The slaves are not female, Mistress.”
The men murmured agreement and Nu-reeh growled.
“You buy female slaves. They are built for your pleasure. Human slaves are Like us in some limited ways. They are injected at the auction to prevent this and you give a tonic every day to prevent it. Who stopped giving the slave the tonic? Answer me now.”
“We paid for the tonic, Mistress,” Master Damien said as the woman Dinah stepped back in the room.
“When the slave was with us we gave the tonic to it ourselves.”