Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2015-01-27 20:53:00 |
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Current mood: | irritated |
WHO: Mac and Castor
WHEN: Week 12, Sunday evening (after the auction)
WHERE: Castor's car then his house
WHAT: Mac starts a new life with her new master
RATING: NSFW
STATUS: Closed/In-Progress
Mac hated being up on the damn auction block again. She hated it even more that a friend was having to buy her to get her out of this fucking place. Make matters worse, a fucking warlock started a bidding war with Cas and it was everything Mac could do to not charge the motherfucker to shut him up. Thankfully, Castor won out, and Mac was retrieving her things, for a second time. Sadly, it was still just one bag. Her previous master had them leave in a hurry, she only had time to pack her essentials in one bag before being rushed to the car with Tieve, and driven somewhere in the dead of night. Their destination proved to be the auction house, and her master just fucking dropped them off and left again. No reason given, no good bye or see you later, nothing.
She replayed that event in her head as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. Just as the last time, Mac said nothing during the car ride, even though Castor was someone she knew and trusted. She just wanted quiet to mull things over. A doctor at the auction house explained to them both house they could get the brand from her previous master removed, but they'd have to find a witch first. She absent-mindedly ran a finger over it as she gazed out the window at the winter night. The weather reminded her of New York - New York reminded her of Carmen - and Carmen reminded her of things she's lost, her freedom being one of them. Yes, Castor was her new master, and Mac was pretty damn sure he'd treat her as an equal or more, but the fact remained that she was still legally owned by someone.
As the car came to a halt at their destination, Mac wasted no time getting out of the car and heading to the door, waiting for Cas to open it with his key. When he stepped next to her, she couldn't help the words of frustration and sadness that left her lips.
"Fuck you." There wasn't bite to them, but they rang satisfactorily through her head after she said them, and they pushed back her sadness to bring forth her anger. "I am not a goddamn damsel in distress, and if you ever, ever treat me like one, I don't give a damn if there are two trackers in my body, I will walk out of here, and just fucking disappear. And don't even think of actually treating me like a slave, unless you want to lose your balls?" There was more bite in her words now, days of pent up emotion starting to come through the more she spoke.