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chains going down to his wrists. Once secure,
Brent was jerked out of the cage; they had him walking a few feet away, and
slammed him down on a bed with his arms up over his head. No one uttered a
word.
    He flinched with the slamming of a door.
Brent tried like hell to see what might be going on or what was going to happen.
    “Oh, he is something!” another female
voice cried out.
    “You like?” a man asked.
    “Very much.”
    “Then I’ll leave you to it.” Another door
closed and Brent lay there wondering what the hell just happened.
    Once more, he jumped and this time it was
because of cool hands touching his chest. They started at the collarbone and
moved down. He sucked air into his lungs, held them, and tried not to growl
when those hands went down to his cock, stroking the hard member.
    “Oh, I’m going to enjoy you without a
doubt in the world,” she said right before climbing on top of him.
    * * * *
    Missy couldn’t watch anymore. She turned
and left the dark room as quietly as she came in. No one saw her. Hell, no one
ever saw her. It was both a blessing and a curse. Back up the stairs to her
small room she went.
    Her uncle already locked himself in his
study. She could hear him on the phone, talking to the one he paid to bring
that man here. He’d been searching for the right one for his daughter. The
right one who could still her animal hunger, as he liked to call it. He also
liked to point out how Missy had none.
    No, she wasn’t one of them, but more of an
outcast. Her mother was a shifter who’d disgraced the family by marrying a
human. One of the conditions for the human to stay alive was to never breed.
Missy remembered her life then, all the moving around they did, never
understanding why, until her father was killed and her mother taken before the
Council. It was then that Missy learned about her family and what she wasn’t;
it also happened to be the day she hated them all. As punishment for having a
child with a human, her mother was killed as well, and Missy was to also be
killed, but her one and only family member stood up for her, taking her in. It
didn’t mean that she was treated like family. Her uncle made sure she knew and
understood every day that she was still an outcast and wouldn’t be nor have
anything.  
    He proved that when she moved here with
him and his daughter. Her room was nothing more than a space in the attic. She
had a narrow twin bed, one nightstand, dresser, and a tiny closet. Not that she
needed a large closet because she didn’t have a large amount of clothes. In
fact, come to think about it, she had very few.  
    One thing her uncle did do was to make
sure she had a bathroom up there. Her cousin pointed out it was because they
didn’t want a human to use theirs. Therefore, she could only use her small one
and it was very small.  
    A tiny corner shower, toilet and small
sink and one cabinet for towels that she had to wash herself and that were the
ripped, used ones from below. Not even the housekeeping was allowed to come up
and tend to her room. If it needed to be cleaned or washed, she had to take
care of it herself.
    There were times when Missy would sit in
her room and ask the question of how this was better than being killed with her
family? She was nothing more than a stain on the family and treated as a nasty
secret.
    Sitting down on the bed, facing the
window, Missy stared at the redness in the sky. Last night an unusual red full
moon shined brightly in the sky. She knew it affected her uncle and cousin
terribly. They both went out that night and when they came back, they looked
like they had been through hell. She heard her uncle state that they were due
to get hit with another and he refused to have his daughter go through it again
alone. Therefore, he somehow got a hold of the guy below, one of their kind, to
take care of the problem.
    It didn’t affect her, the red moon. Missy
wished in a way that it did, just so she could fit in with her strange