Vera Altriden had been born with the metaphorical gold spoon in her mouth. Daughter of one of the ruling families of her home planet, she had found little more than reverence and devotion since a young age. Commonfolks would bow to her when she walked outside the palace's walls, and those in her own family pampered and coddled her ever since she was nothing but a child.
Only the best tutors, the best books, the best education was good enough for the young Vera. She spent hours and hours locked away in her private library, one her father had had built for her when she was a young girl, noticing her eagerness when it came to her studies. She was the younger of three brothers, and though she wouldn't inherit the political power, she wasn't relegated …show more content…
She had still been kidnapped. She had still been dragged away from her family's warm embrace. She had still been drugged and manipulated, connected to machines while lost in a sea of dizziness and confusion. The drugs kept messing with her mind, voices coming to her from the earplugs she had been connected to, and little by little the mind washing had began to lay roots in her brain.
Vera hadn't been broken, though her captors were fully capable of doing so. No. The buyer had been quite clear: He wanted her to be devoted and loyal, to be broken just enough to never, ever try to escape. To be conditioned to ache for his touch and his affection, but leave everything else intact. His revenge against Arthur Altriden, Vera's father, would be all the sweeter then.
Arthur had messed with the wrong man's interests. He was a honest, if stern and determined politician, and he had been quite vocal against organized crime not only in his own planet, but all those he engaged in business with. After two decades of being the thorn in the mob's side, well, someone was going to react.
Everything was dark. Calmness. She slept quietly, kept in suspended animation. She didn't dream, she didn't feel the time tick away. Just pleasant …show more content…
His face, his gesture, his body, his lips, his everything was burnt in her memory for good. Him. Her Master. The man who made her heart beat faster. She didn't know why, and she couldn't know she had been conditioned to fall hopelessly for the first man she laid eyes on after she woke up from her slumber. It was supposed to have been a much gentler awakening, of course, and another man she laid eyes on, but things didn't always worked as they were supposed to.
And so, she laid eyes on this man, and the inevitable happened. The young, confused woman, fell utterly and completely in love with him right that very moment, a love so deep and incredible she was certain she'd need him just as she needed air to breath.
"Master" She whispered gently, slowly sitting down on the coffin, managing to slowly catch her breath. She did not seem to mind she was naked, completely and utterly naked in all her glory, dark locks of silky hair falling over her petite shoulders "Master... where am
Only the best tutors, the best books, the best education was good enough for the young Vera. She spent hours and hours locked away in her private library, one her father had had built for her when she was a young girl, noticing her eagerness when it came to her studies. She was the younger of three brothers, and though she wouldn't inherit the political power, she wasn't relegated …show more content…
She had still been kidnapped. She had still been dragged away from her family's warm embrace. She had still been drugged and manipulated, connected to machines while lost in a sea of dizziness and confusion. The drugs kept messing with her mind, voices coming to her from the earplugs she had been connected to, and little by little the mind washing had began to lay roots in her brain.
Vera hadn't been broken, though her captors were fully capable of doing so. No. The buyer had been quite clear: He wanted her to be devoted and loyal, to be broken just enough to never, ever try to escape. To be conditioned to ache for his touch and his affection, but leave everything else intact. His revenge against Arthur Altriden, Vera's father, would be all the sweeter then.
Arthur had messed with the wrong man's interests. He was a honest, if stern and determined politician, and he had been quite vocal against organized crime not only in his own planet, but all those he engaged in business with. After two decades of being the thorn in the mob's side, well, someone was going to react.
Everything was dark. Calmness. She slept quietly, kept in suspended animation. She didn't dream, she didn't feel the time tick away. Just pleasant …show more content…
His face, his gesture, his body, his lips, his everything was burnt in her memory for good. Him. Her Master. The man who made her heart beat faster. She didn't know why, and she couldn't know she had been conditioned to fall hopelessly for the first man she laid eyes on after she woke up from her slumber. It was supposed to have been a much gentler awakening, of course, and another man she laid eyes on, but things didn't always worked as they were supposed to.
And so, she laid eyes on this man, and the inevitable happened. The young, confused woman, fell utterly and completely in love with him right that very moment, a love so deep and incredible she was certain she'd need him just as she needed air to breath.
"Master" She whispered gently, slowly sitting down on the coffin, managing to slowly catch her breath. She did not seem to mind she was naked, completely and utterly naked in all her glory, dark locks of silky hair falling over her petite shoulders "Master... where am