Beaten but not Broken

"Yes it is. I take great pride in all my possessions being just that. Including yourself."

He smiled at her.

"I'm not beautiful I'm beaten." Isis said softly before messing with her bag.

"That you are." He said clear with no hesitation. "I can see your wounds and scars from what you have been through, though that does not hide the beauty that you are."

She laughed bitterly. "These aren't even the worst ones." She stated softly.

"You will be showing them all to me later. As your master, I must know each and every inch of your body."

Isis shivered slightly out of fear. She had heard stories of the ones who had shared his bed. It was never good.

"Look I will not lie that I am a dominate, and controlling lover. That I'm sure you have bee told and much worse. Most I will agree to...others more of someone's active imagination."

He chuckled deeply.

"If you say so Master." She stated.

He looked at her. "You know, I do prefer some conversation from my pets."

"What do you wish to know?"

He leaned back as the car started on the trip back to his home.

"For my amusement, tell me somethings of your past."

"I've had thirteen Masters only one was kind." She stated simply. "I know many things and I hate every scar on my body."

"Tell me about this kind Master?"

She smiled some remembering him. "He found me when I was a baby dying in the streets. He took me in and raised me as a pet but treated me well. Educated me."

"That's rarely ever heard of? Did he ever say why he did?"

"Said that even though he was demon even he couldn't stand to see a baby out on the streets dying of starvation." Isis said simply. "Then he named me after the Egyptian Goddess Isis stating that my eyes were other worldly."

He chuckled. "That they are."

Stephan looked her over for what felt like the hundred time. He could not get over her beauty she even she refuse to see. But he would make her see...with his own special games of course.
From that thought, a smirk appeared across his face.

Isis watched him slightly out of the corner of her eye. He was handsome. He was tall and lean but you could tell he had muscles. He had blackish brown hair that went to the top of his shoulders with dark brown eyes. She looked back out the window.

"It should not be long before we get to my home...but would you like a drink until then?" He pointed the fridge. "I would like you to make one, but fix yourself something as well."

"What would you like to drink?" She asked quietly.

"A nice glass of whiskey would be nice to start off with." He looked at her licking his bottom lip.

Isis nodded some and started to make a glass for him. "With or without ice?"

"Surprise me." He said and shifted in his seat.

She put in one cube and started to pour his drink. She then handed it to him.

He shook his head and gestured for her to come sit on his lap, not saying anything.