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the bedroom, but didn’t roll over to face him. She was physically exhausted.
    “Do you love me, Luna?”
    “Mmmhmmm”
    “Do you belong to me?”
    “Yes, baby”
    “Who owns you?”
    “You do”
    “Say it. Say my name. Say I own you!”
    Detecting an urgency she didn’t hear a few moments ago, she rolled over to look at him and see what was going on with him. When she looked up, she saw him standing on the other side of the bed with a long piece of metal that appeared to be burning at the end. It was fashioned in some kind of design and was red, as though it had been sitting on a fire for some time.  She instinctively backed up further across the bed.
    “W-w-what is that?!” she asked, growing nervous.
    “You’re mine, yes?”
    “Y-y—yes of course, Marcus, but what is this? What are you going to do with that?”
“What did you call me?”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry!”
    “Come here.”
    She didn’t move any closer to him. She was beginning to put two-and-two together. He was carrying a brand in his hand and he intended to use it on her. That was his surprise. She shook her head, scrambling off of the bed. She did a quick survey of the room and realized he had her blocked in. Any direction she ran, he would catch her.
    “Come. Here… NOW!!” he repeated, becoming annoyed with her resistance and hesitation.
    “Sir, we haven’t discussed this. Are you going to brand me? Sir… I… I don’t… I don’t want that” she told him, fearful tears forming in her eyes.
    “You want what I want. Remember? You committed to that when you surrendered to me.”
    “But… this isn’t what I want.”
    “You want what I want.”
    “No, not this time, Sir. I’m sorry but I can’t do this.”
    “You can’t or you won’t?”
    “I won’t.”
    He paused. He rolled his neck, cracking it. He stared at her, feeling himself grow harder as her increasing fear became obvious in the quiver of her voice and the visible trembling of her body.
    “You will.”
    Nicole decided to make a run for it. She knew in her heart she wouldn’t get far, but she was going to try. This was it. This was the sign she’d been waiting for. She felt God whispering in her ear, telling her to leave and leave now. She didn’t care that she was naked; she was going to get out of there. She dashed around the bed and just then slammed right into his chest. He laughed. He grabbed her with one arm and threw her down on the bed, face down. He used one of his gigantic thighs to hold her down and grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand. She began to flail her arms and squirm feverishly. She couldn’t move her legs to kick but she tried.
    “This will only hurt for a second, my Luna.”
    “Marcus, please… don’t do this…. Please, baby, don’t. I’ll do anything else. Please!!” she begged. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Marcus was harder than he’d been earlier. He brought the brand down right beneath the right cheek of her buttocks. She screamed out in searing agony, divine music to his ears, and he released himself all over the backs of her thighs, still holding the brand to her skin. Her screams stopped, her silence bringing him back from his frenzied brink. He removed the brand from her skin and took it to the bathroom, throwing it in the tub and turning on the water to cool it off.
    He returned to the bedroom to survey his work. She still had not made another sound. He looked closer, examining her. She was still breathing, but appeared to have fainted from the pain. Eh, he thought to himself, isn’t the first time. He looked down at the blistering scar, fashioned in the shape of a cursive “M”.
    He leaned down and kissed the newly-branded cheek.
    “Mine” he whispered.
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    “Your ‘Bitch’, you say?” Marcus questioned with a smirk. “Are you sure about that?”
    David took a step forward towards Marcus, “Did I stutter?”
    Marcus straightened up. “Oh, you’re a tough guy. I see.” Marcus sucked his