New Owner

**Natalie POV**

We left the sanctuary of the little room. Nothing outside had changed much. Girls were still seducing, and men were still drinking. Off near the bloodied back door, Jacob called us over.
"My good friend, could you pay this man for his dear slave."
The girl's master pushed her toward Jacob. In response, Lydia grabbed the collar of Jacob's shirt and kissed him possessively. When she broke the kiss, she turned back to the slave and master. "You got this negotiation wrong. The girl is for my use, not his. He is a male guard. Your slave touches him; I'll make sure you take her place. Are we clear peasant?"
Jacob was still comprehending what had happened. Flabbergasted, his fingers lifted to his lips before thinking better of it. Catching himself, Jacob agreed, "yes, Madame. Shall I have the girl put in a private area?"
"Ha, lucky boy, at least your employer is stunning. As for a private room, that's a bit pricey for a-" He shut up when Trevor handed him a thick band from his wrist.
"Take it and go away. It's from the royal family." Trevor ordered. "More than enough for your slave, no?"
With the excitement and greed written in the wrinkles of his face, you'd think he hit the lottery. At least the slime ball left with no further questions. The girl kept her head down and went to the private room. I grabbed the key from Trevor. "Lock the door," I whispered to her.
She peeked up at the two men, who nodded their agreement. She flew to hide away in the room.
Jacob was still staring dumbfoundedly at Lydia. The princess turned red from embarrassment rather than anger. "I'm just making Trevor jealous. He should see what he is missing out on being with his little mistress. You two did fuck in there, right? It's obvious. Well, I guess I should get used to sharing him. Maybe I'll use Jacob as you use her." Yes, the end of her sentence was bitter, but I don't think it was aimed at either Trevor or me. Certainly not Jacob. I could just be imagining things, though.
Anyway, one thing was becoming increasingly pressing the more I started seeing the real Lydia. I was going to need to talk to her soon. Trevor was mine. She was only pining after him because of fear of that advisor, right? We could help figure out a way to help her and her kingdom without marrying my true love.
It may have been selfish, or perhaps the old me trying to resurface, but I wanted Lydia as a friend, not an enemy or rival.
The bar owner clicked his glass, gaining everyone's attention. He announced in a bold, booming voice, "we have two new girls to welcome in as official sirens! I am pleased to introduce the young Noname slave over by our' special exit.'" he pointed to me. He then waved a hand towards the main entrance. "My old friend has found a true exotic beauty from King Ulrich's blessed group from another dimension. Coming here straight from Lutz castle, our new Siren Izzy!"
A thin, wobbling girl I didn't recognize stood still behind a fat joyless man I was getting really tired of seeing. As if sensing me, the Royal Advisor Recarad's evil eyes cut through the alcohol and women, landing on my loosely clad body. His uncomfortable perusing over my features while he casually drank from his beer added fuel to my inner fire.
It was him! He raped Izzy!
Lydia hid behind Jacob, scratching her side like she had near the pond. The actual Princess of Krennan retreated to the depths of her mind. She wasn't the only one to put the plastic back on their face. Trevor wrapped an arm around her. A growl threatened to escape from my lips, but my 'master' was back. Another hand slid down my back, reassuring me before roughly shoving me forward, along with Lydia.
This time, I knew full well we were center stage. From every direction, men drank and watched the three of us walk. Had the situation been different, I would have knocked someone out, switched clothes, and slipped out the main door. The way Mom had always taught me.
My fingers already itched with the desire to stab him just for injuring Izzy and giving her to the man working with the assassin. But that was too easy for him now. The bastard was the one who forced Izzy and wanted to sell her. All of heaven and hell could intervene directly, and I would still have his life ended by my hand.
He's the one the reason she begged me to train her. Blood and burns decorated her skin because of him. She had to relive those nightmares of other men as he used her. I had to leave her in Princess Aileen's care, a woman I didn't fully trust yet! He almost broke her! HE'S DEAD!
Two sweaty palms flattened over my face. I would have snapped the man's arms if not for the familiar beachy water scent washing over me. Consequences and attention meant nothing to me worse than at the banquet.
"You'll get hung by the church," Trevor warned, covering my eyes. He didn't relax his hands until I recollected myself.
Bloodlust had caused me to lose control. For the first time since the blubbering whale entered, I could barely settle myself with Trevor's hands on me. His strength and warm blue aura deluded my red just enough. Once that was done, I tapped twice on his arm, telling him it was okay to let me go. "Trust your much more handsome, nicer, and all-around genius version of Gaston, okay?" He was teasing me, but I could still hear the edge in his words. Whether he admitted it aloud or not, Trevor was worried I would fear him again. I couldn't stop the ping of guilt from zapping through my veins.
I noticed upturned tables and a dying downwind. Many customers had a minor cut from the currents along with several new scars on the walls. They watched the broken windows and scarred doors with suspicion.
Lydia rolled her eyes and clenched onto Trevor's arm like a lifeline. "He's going to have both of us killed." She whispered in a frightened hiss.
Ahead of us, Recarad shoved the girl to the bar owner, who more than happily sat her on his lap. The owner pushed a drink to her lips that she was smart enough not to take a sip of. Judging by the different shades, some drugs had been very poorly mixed in. Everything inside me said to act clumsily and spill the drink, but I couldn't get away from Trevor's grip. He inclined his head and immediately struck up a conversation with the outraged advisor. A glimpse in my peripheral showed Jacob coming up to the bar beside the new 'Izzy' siren.
"Prince Trevor, what a surprise to see you. It seems you haven't told my princess yet. But rather, took her to such a sleazy environment with your mistress in public. Are you trying to instigate a war?" He smirked at Lydia. "I'm sorry, princess. This place must bring back some…unwanted memories and thoughts of your dear brother, the missing Prince Roy."
What did the two of them talk about in front of King Ulrich?
Trevor let us both go and swung an arm around Recarad. "You have it all wrong. After confessing my feelings to King Ulrich, I had an epiphany. I was failing at finding this assassin, my sister was declaring I was no longer her brother, and I had become very distracted…"
"I do not see the point, Prince."
Trevor grinned and put a flat hand under his chin. "You see, I am far too good with the ladies. It led me to think the one who rejected me was worth chasing. Well, after thinking on my way out of the King's study, I found that I was being manipulated by her. Why would a man such as myself be tied down to a basic baker girl fuck toy?"
Uncomfortably, Recarad nodded his head. He was conflicted about Prince Trevor's true objective here. At least that made three of us. Princess Lydia was just as much in the dark. The way she stayed silent and submissive proved how deeply under his thumb he had Lydia. The princess wore an entire invisible cloak bound with chains around her limbs. It wasn't just a mask.
"So I decided to get rid of Natalie after sampling her one last time. Then, I would sell her here. Your sour expression did surprise me. You grabbed Izzy, right? So you read my letter about selling her off too? Does this prove I wish to repent from my deluded proclamation and move forward with the well-bred Princess Lydia?"
Now the disgusting man was gleefully laughing. "Yes, of course! I am grateful you have put the whores in their place."
The ice cubes in the advisor's drink suddenly spiked near his lips when he took another sip. Blood trickled down from three thin cuts on his fleshy fish mouth. Again, not knowing the actual cause, Recarad turned to scowl at a serving girl because clearly, she put sharp pieces of ice in his drink.
"Yes, well, I brought princess Lydia here as a warning. Should she stand between me and any other fine young concubines, I am to acquire later, this will be her fate. I'm sure your princess is smart enough to avoid the whorehouse."
"Oh yes, I can contest she is quite afraid of ending up in such a bad spot."
*I'm going to grind your bones into the ground and sprinkle them in the late Queen's courtyard! Leave Lydia alone!*
I despised how he spoke and looked at the abused princess. It was bad enough he had her wrapped in bounds almost as tight as a demon's mark. The addition of pride in her cowering pushed it over the edge. The feeling was still swirling inside me, promising to be unleashed on the source of my hatred.
Knowing I was running low on time and control, I interjected, "please, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, babe. I-"
"Not you." I batted my eyes at Recarad. "Will you buy me?"
Keep my words clipped. If I speak too much, he will realize I'm lying.
Trevor let his arm drop. This time, he would have to trust me. I tried not to look at him; it would make me waver. Instead, I held out my hands, palm up, and bowed my head. When I felt greasy fingers tickle along my jaw, I knew I had him.
Just a little nudge.
Touching his meaty fingers, I brought them up to my lips. Mirroring an action Diana used to order me to do, I kissed each digit in submission. Suppressing the urge to spill my lunch all over his expensive robe was nearly impossible.
"Buy me." I pushed my breasts up against him. "Please, master."
Now he was howling in laughter. Others watched us briefly, but then the owner began discussing who would be Izzy's first. The entire building deserved to be burned to the ground. 'Izzy' clearly wasn't consenting. Nobody cared except for Jacob, who was still waiting stand by.
Right, they would have the inside under control. The royal advisor was mine to deal with alone.
"Alright, now that I am sure Princess Lydia is safe, why don't we take a long stroll back to the castle? We do a little preview on our way. Back at the castle, I shall gift you a pillow and blanket for the floor of my chamber where you shall be chained."
His cheeks were pinkish-red and chubby, outlined by his white beard and mustache.
"Thank you, anti-Santa."
"I suppose you are saying I am saving you from satan? Well, this is true. It is very noble of me, is it not, Trevor?"
"Yeah," Trevor answered as calmly as his agitated state would allow. His aura was deep midnight blue and highly hostile. "I'm going to show my future bride around a bit more to feel this unfortunate place."
Recarad grabbed some pouch from his side and tossed it to my true love. Payment for me and a thank you for choosing Lydia. Not wasting any more time, Recarad took both my hands in one of his, pulled them behind my back, and pushed me to the bar owner. The disgusting greased finger man requested a drink that appeared similar to what fake Izzy was being forced to drink. The owner made a crude comment about missing out on 'our fun' but was willing to let me go to his good friend. Both men glared at me as I was passed the drugged-up alcohol. Sniffing it tentatively, it smelt sour, and my lips pucker. Behind the bar, I could see the fake Izzy girl swaying on her feet. Her arms were limp at her sides, and she leaned against a pillar for support.
"Drink it. Otherwise, you can stay at the whorehouse." He released my hands and handed me the drink. While he waited, his hands dropped to caress near my hips. Every reflex was ready to cause him harm. This monster deserved just what those men back at Demon Lord Darren and Diana's did; before the old me drowned out who those monster demons turned me into.
I survived all that. I just had to endure this for Izzy, these girls, and me. That disgusting man will not break me, no matter what. *This is reckless and stupid; putting myself back in a situation like back then...But we're in the act too deep. We can't fail now...Trevor...*
With my pulse hammering in my throat, I gulped down the glass' contents. I could feel my pupils dilate and my stomach burn. The muscles in my hand stopped working and the glass shattered on the floor. Instantly Trevor halted his conversation with the vile creatures of the bar as his eyes shot straight to me. Lydia's grip on his arm tightened, begging him silently not to cause a scene. He clenched his teeth and moved to mingle with the next scum in his walk around, reluctantly ignoring my situation.
Recarad let my body weight fall on his fat and began pulling me out of the bar, back outside into the crisp night air. "I can't wait to see those tits bouncing as I fuck the living shit out of you. You're going to regret getting in Princess Lydia's way." He leaned over and brought his mouth down near my face, invading my nostrils with the beer's bitter disgusting scent. I could feel an evil curl of his lips as he noisily kissed between my lips and nose. "teensy assassin."