As I sat at my office desk writing emails, the house phone started to ring. At first I ignored it. After a second ring, I reminded myself that Ghost wasn't exactly available to answer it. It's just habit for me to assume he'll pick up the phone when it rings. With a sigh, I picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

There was hesitation on the other end, followed by distinct Jersey accent. "Hi... Is Ghost avaible?"

I glanced down at the screen because I stupidly hadn't done so in the first place. It was Vinny. Right... I forgot that Ghost actually does have one friend in Scranton. The rest of his friends and family are back in San Diego.

"Um, he is, but he's not feeling well. So, he can't come to the phone." I said.

"Oh, alright. Tell him I hope he feels better and to call me back when he can. Thank you." He responded.

"Yeah," I replied, "I will. Have a good day."

Maybe I don't have to ship Ghost all the way back to California. It would be easier, and less expensive, to make him go live with someone like Vinny. Part of me doesn't want to just throw him out either. Call me insane but I do have a small piece of me that's attached to my little Ghost. Not the cunt tied up in my basement right now. I'm referring to the angel he is capable of being.

Flashback

Ghost wrapped his arms around me the second he saw me. I hugged him tightly, closing my eyes as I took in his perfume. I've missed him so damn much. The past months were agony. Constantly wondering if he was okay. I mean, obviously I knew from the news stories he was okay, but that doesn't mean he was mentally alright.

He hadn't called or emailed or anything for the longest time. I was growing so worried that he wouldn't come back to me and I did this all for nothing. The second I did hear from him, you know I put him out on a plane instantly. I couldn't take to be away from him much longer. Is there a reverse version of Stockholm Syndrome? Where you get attached to the person you're holding against their will? If so, that's currently what I have.

"You look so beautiful." I said as I examined his body.

Ghost was at a healthy weight for once. Though I like my slaves small, I don't want them skin and bones. He'd go on hunger strikes for weeks sometimes when he was a slave. I'd have to force food down his throat, whereas other slaves would be beginning for a meal. It's safe to say he wasn't like other slaves.

"Thank you. It helped to have some time to rest my bones and get a lot of beauty sleep." He replied, "You look handsome as ever."

"Thank you, my angel." I placed a kiss on his lips, then took a second one just because I've missed him so much. "I can't wait to get you home."

Ghost giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck, "I'm looking forward to my clothes being on your floor."

I growled in his ear playfully, "Who's to say I can wait that long?"

Flash Forward

I'd like to know if it was always a lie. Was it all an act? Ghost would do anything in his power to defy me as a slave. He's kick, scream, bite, spit. Anything you can think of, he did. He wanted out of slavery so desperately and refused to ever submit. Looking back, I wouldn't put it past him to trick me into falling in love with him just so he could get out those chains.

Why would he come back then? Money. It's obvious a lot of this had to do with money. I'm not unfamiliar with getting used. I just never thought it would be him who would use me. After all this, you might think I'm a fucking idiot for continuing to help slaves. I've got hope that they don't all have bad intentions like my little love bird.

As the sun started to set, I welcomed in my guests. Josh and Ryan-Ashley had brought Yuki with them. I'm sure Shae will be rather happy to see his princess. By the way, that isn't me being cute calling him a princess, because he really looks like a little elf princess. Whereas Shae looks like a demon, but I guess love is love.

"Nikki won't be here until 6:30." I informed them as we walked towards the living room, "He doesn't know about this... situation. I'd prefer to keep it that way, but I figured we could use some time to discuss it freely."

"Smart thinking. We all know how Nikki can get about love." Josh responded.

I sighed, "Yeah, I know, but he's not always wrong."

"Oh?"

"Let's not talk about it." I rushed the subject along, "Anyways, this is Shae."

I gestured towards him. He was sitting in a waiting position on a chest in my living room. I tend to set slaves on this chest whenever I'm presenting them to potential buyers. Friday and Ricky were sat on the couch in similar positions. They were both so sweet and I've felt guilty about the way they've been treated lately. Maybe, after this, this'll be my last batch of slaves. I don't think my heart could take much more of it.

Shae was fighting to keep his eye line down. He knew his love was stood only feet away from him but he couldn't even look at him. Yuki did slip a bit a stole a glance at Shae, but luckily the others didn't catch it. I doubt they'd care. They're pretty relaxed owners.

"Stand up." I instructed him.

He did as he was asked, keeping his hands behind his back as he stood straight. Josh was short as fuck and Ryan-Ashley wasn't far behind. Shae, whom was about 6'1", towered over them. That would be part of the reason Nikki has had an issue selling him. Most Doms want something tiny that they can push around.

"Well, we could finally have someone to reach the top shelf in the house." Ryan-Ashley said.

I smiled, "Hm, yeah. He's rather strong for a submissive too, but I consider that a bonus. There's very few slaves who can serve as home protection too."

"I guess that's one way to look at it." Josh replied, "Have you had any issues out of him?"

"Not at all. He's very well behaved. In fact, I haven't had to punish him once in the two weeks he's been here. Not that I want you to hold this over his head or anything, but Shae will behave as so long as it means Yuki is safe and within him."

"Is it weird to say that's sweet?" He wondered, "I mean, they are slaves."

Ryan-Ashley glanced over at him, "It's still sweet." She looked back at me, "Would you mind if I let them see each other?"

I stepped aside, "Not at all."

She set her hand on Yuki's back, pushing him forward a bit, "Go on. It's okay. I know you want to see him."

He hesitated a moment, probably scared he was overstepping his bounds if he did. "Thank you, Mistress."

Yuki almost ran into Shae's arms. He was so tiny compared to him. It was extremely cute and sweet, if you ask me. Shae held him tightly and kissed the top of his head. "I've missed you so much, my little woodland princess." He whispered.

"I missed you too." He replied, "I love you."

"I love you too." Shae placed another kiss onto his hair.

He took a deep breath and let go of Yuki. The smaller stepped back and fell back into a waiting position. He kept his head down, still looked up at Shae every few moments. Shae folded his arms behind his back again.

"Thank you, Sir." He told me.

I simply smiled as my return, then turned my attention towards the others, "I do have to get going soon after Nikki gets here. So, I hope you have a decision."

Josh sighed and glanced over at his fiancé. "I don't see why there should be any issue."

"Not at all. There's no reason we should separate them." She replied.

That was a huge weight off my shoulders. I was honestly horrified they weren't going to like Shae. He's so different from any of their previous submissives. Thankfully, they saw the love between these two that I did. It was pure and something that shouldn't be broken. That is unfortunately nothing like what Ghost and I have.

Once Nikki was here, I left them to do their paperwork. I had to go visit my little whore. He didn't speak to me as I entered the basement. Only simply glared through his dreaded hair. I picked up the key off of the dresser and slowly sauntered over to him.

"I am going to go visit a friend's for the night. I'll be taking Ricky and Friday with me. Nikki is currently upstairs selling Shae to his new owners. So, you will have the house to yourself for the night. I expect you use this time to pack all of your things. Vinny called for you earlier, by the way."

"Did he say what he wanted?" He asked, his voice low.

"No. He just said you needed to call him as soon as you could. I told him you weren't feeling well and couldn't come to the phone at the time." I explained while unlocking the cuffs.

"And I'm guessing I'm supposed to support that lie?" He seethed.

I scoffed, "You better."

Ghost sat up and rubbed his hand over his wrist. His tone was full of more spite than I'd ever heard. He stood to his feet and looked me up and down. There was a look in his eyes, as if he wanted to rip my jugular out. He managed to resist his urge to hit me and began to walk upstairs quietly. I already had put some boxes in his room for him to pack. Where he decides to go, that's not much of my concern. I just want him out of my fucking house.