Several weeks passed by or so it seemed to Calla, she didn’t really know just how many days or weeks it had been since Kanan recaptured his manhood and took her back to his bed. In that time, however long it was, Calla did her level best to be good and cooperative and compliant—not that she had much choice with the chains holding her. Whatever Naganti Kanan wanted she gave him without question or hesitation. She tried to stay conscious of herself while she led him into the illusion she was trying to create for him and being very, very careful not to fall into the abyss. It wasn’t an easy trick but, so far, her plan appeared to be working.

On the nights when Kanan allowed her sleep in his bed—that number was increasing with each passing day--Kanan left the chains off of her. He decided that he liked to have sex with her without them more than he did with them. Kanan wasn’t a kind lover by anyone’s estimation he still bound her wrists to the bed when he felt like it. Sometimes, on those nights when she’d been very, very good he let her sleep in the bed. It was nice to lie in the warm soft bed rather than freeze on the cold floor. Of course he slept with half of his body tossed over her so that she couldn’t move or escape him while he slept. One of his legs alone must weigh 75 pounds and he’d toss it over her mid-section just below the rib cage and leave it there throughout the night. Although it was hard to breathe and getting comfortable wasn’t really an option at least the chains weren’t binding her and she could think as she lay awake in the dark listening to him snore. That was, if she weren’t so tired that she fell off to sleep beside him.

With the chains off, in short and erratic bursts her powers came back but then were gone again as soon he slapped them back on when he woke. Even if she could regain her powers what was she going to do? Teleport off the ship and into open space? Even she needed to breathe and to feed. Wait for the ship to come close enough to a suitable planet and then make the attempt to escape? Well, that was just another can of worms, wasn’t it? She could end up in a better place or she could find herself wishing for Kanan’s aid and company. Naganti Kanan had her. Chains or no chains, he had her locked up her tight and he knew it.

Over the last few weeks, Kanan had grown increasingly kind—well for Kanan—but it was all just bait and nothing more. Naganti Kanan used to love these types of ‘Chess Games’ with her; giving her a little slack, each one trying to get the other to hang themselves with it. Along with sometimes freeing of the chains at night, he allowed her to dress, to shower, gave her food on a regular basis and even allowed her walk around the ship from time to time—on his arm of course, never alone. Although he never removed the chastity belt until he was ready to take her, she no longer had to sit on her knees facing the wall when he was out of his chamber, he allowed her to roam the two room suite without him. (Nice guy, huh? Of course, the pictures of Daniel and Rowan although crinkled and slightly faded, still hung in the corner where she was once forced to sit.) Kanan said these basic things were rewards for her good behavior and if she continued to be demur and complacent he would reward her further.

Calla tried to be very, very good. Facing the reality of her situation long ago she knew she had no place to go. There was no where to run to even if she regained all of her strength and power. She couldn’t get back to Earth and Daniel wouldn’t want her anyway. She could try and get back to Ares and her children, he would always welcome her with open arms and a wide smile, but the journey was too long and arduous. By now Ares had become accustomed to her absence.

Daniel was nothing but a bitter distant memory. The only solace she took there was the fact that she had given Ares two grandchildren, two chances to keep his race alive. Calla didn’t really care if she ever saw his face again. She was here because she tried to protect him, to keep him safe, so that their children would not grow up orphans and as soon as he could, he’d taken Rowan to their bed. Well, that wasn’t anything new now was it? No. He’d taken Rowan several times while she was still on Earth living under his roof and wearing his ring. In her eyes he didn’t deserve her, Kanan was right, he was the only man in her entire life that had never lied to her and never betrayed her. That’s not to say that he was nice to her in anyway but at least he had those two things going for him. In her heart Calla hoped Ares had taken the children away from their father and that he was raising them on the island. Daniel didn’t deserve them either. In the end that was probably fine and dandy with Daniel, Calla was coming to believe more and more that she and the twins were never anything but an unwanted obligation. If Ares had let him live—which was doubtful—then Daniel was certainly living the high life with his current pump and doing it in their new house.

Fine.

Whatever.

It didn’t matter anymore.

The truth was, in the end, she was the one who had been a fool to think she could live and be wanted in Daniel’s world. He was a good man with a kind heart who had gotten himself stuck in a bad situation. That was over for him now and if he was alive then she should try and be happy that he was with someone he actually chose to be with. At least she’d saved him the obligation of charging after her once more. After all, it was her idea that Daniel and the rest should believe her dead.

Although she did her best to kill it, Calla did hold one hope for herself; the idea that one day she might see her children again. Oh, she missed them! Everyday she wondered how they were and what they were doing. If they missed her, cried for her. More than anything she wanted to still be their mother, to see them grow, to guide them, help them, love them. She missed the echoing sound of their laughter and even the way they fought with each other. As she lay with Kanan at night she would conjure up images of them in her mind and play out little scenarios; being at the park or the zoo, the arboretum, baking cookies or just laying around watching Thomas the Tank Engine. In those cold lonely hours it was exceeding difficult not to break down and cry. To just let go and weep in the dark and grieve for all that she had lost.

Everywhere she looked there was nothing for her, except in Kanan’s eyes. The Naganti had kept his word and kept the crew far away from her. Oh, well, not that far. Kanan did like to allow them to watch but he never once let them touch her and Omar had not been invited back to the Master’s chamber. Naveen, the youngest of Kanan’s Shankuk guards seemed to be the popular favorite as of late. He was invited into the chamber often to watch Kanan put it to her and take in the very wonderful and interesting things she could do. Naveen would sit in the chair beating his meat like it owned him money. Unlike Omar never once did he try to cross Kanan.

That was just fine with Kanan who seemed intent on keeping her all to himself, well, at least until they reached their destination. How much longer that would be she had no idea. She still didn’t know where they were going or why. Calla tried to ask him about it several times but the cold stare in his eyes told her to be quiet and she did. Wherever they were going and whatever his and Omar’s ultimate plan for her was, Naganti Kanan did not wish to discuss it. In fact, it didn’t seem to please him in the slightest.

The door to Kanan’s chamber slid open behind her, Calla turned expecting to see her Master coming into the room but it was Omar who stood in the doorway and then walked to her.

“You think you can turn him around, Cha’Dech? You think that if you’re good enough to him he won’t go through with our plan?” The anger in his voice was as clear as it was in his gray-silver eyes.

“Co,” she said quietly.

“Co is right.” From his pocket he produced a gold key on a long gold chain. “Look what he’s given me, Cha’Dech.” He held it up for her to see. “You know what this means?”

Yes, it meant that somewhere along the line, without knowing it or meaning it, she had displeased Naganti Kanan and in return he gave the key to the chastity belt to Omar so he could do what he wanted with her. “Hei.”

“Get over here, don’t make me come get you, you little bitch.” No, Kanan hadn’t given him the key but she didn’t know that. Last week the clasp on Kanan’s chain broke and the key had fallen off his neck right outside the door to his chamber. Omar found it, picked it up, copied it and gave it back to him. Of course he left the copy part out. Omar was tired of waiting for Kanan to return to himself and stop being smitten with the little tramp. When they started this journey and Kanan appeared to be a much older and fragile man than he did today, Kanan was all in favor of raking her over the coals and making as much money as possible in the process. It was lucky for Kanan that Omar knew someone who wanted her desperately. So desperately in fact they were willing to pay any price to get their hands on her. However, before that happened and while Kanan was busy entertaining their special visitor, Omar was going to get his own share of her and then some.

End of Chapter Two
Daughter of the Gods: Escape
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