Chapter One

Lucy had wondered what death might feel like.

His hands around my neck, he sneered as he stated the obvious. "you belong to me now, and if you thought your life here was bad before..." he didn't finish. He didn't have to.

I had been in Asgard for only a few months. Nothing in their scheme of time. But it already felt a lifetime to me. Brought here without my consent, from a place they only refer to as "midgard" I was property from day one. First, belonging to a nice woman, who actually seemed to like me. It was because of her, I actually thought being here wouldn't be so bad. The life I left behind, was not one I missed. This was almost a reprieve. But then, through a series of events completely unknown to me, I ended up with an employer who was, well, not so nice. And then, I felt a small sense of relief when after only a few weeks, I was informed I was being moved again.

And that is how I ended up in the hands of a monster. Apparently the monster's name is Fuldaar, I heard it mentioned at some point. But frankly, it didn't matter. I could tell by the look on his face the first time we were in the same room, this was going to be bad. Very very bad. For me anyway. He didn't even hide the way he looked at me.

Where I am from, I was considered pretty I guess. I had been told that before, many times actually. But apparently here in Asgard, I was a novelty of sorts. It wasn't my long red hair, or even my pretty face that made me so popular here, but my diminutive size. Asgardian women are tall, thin, elegant, and beautiful. I felt like a troll when I got here, being all of 5 feet tall and all curves I definitly stood out. But somehow, this made me a prize for the few men who had laid eyes on me since my arrival here.

"You will meet me in my room on the eve of he third day of your arrival", he stated it on my first day, like he was ordering breakfast. "You will wait for me there, and do my bidding every night after that until I tire of you." I was stunned. Was this even allowed? Could he really make these kinds of demands of me? I had no time to ask, however, because when he finished his statement, he turned and walked from the room without another word.

When the day arrived I simply refused to go. The other servants were noticeably uncomfortable, but I was not the type of girl to give in on something like this. The next day he had me summoned to him, and this is the first time I almost met death.

"I did not see you in my room last night as I requested". He stated.

"And you will not M'lord" I replied, just as smoothly.

"This is not a choice you have been given, I hope you have not been led to believe that it is."

"I am not a whore, I hope YOU have not been led to believe different"

I heard a dark chuckle come from somewhere in the back of the room, but Fuldaar didn't seem to notice it. He stepped forward quickly and put both hands around my neck, when one hand would have been more than enough to do the job.

"You belong to me now, and if you thought your life was bad here before..."
I started to see stars, and then the dark slowly started taking over my vision. I vaguely heard him say, "this is your last chance, and you are fortunate to get it. You will be in my room tonight, or tomorrow, I will kill you without second thought."

A/N this is the first time I have ever written anything. I plan on making this story different by changing pov's often. I feel I am better at dialog than description, & this format will hopefully make things a bit easier or my first attempt at this.