The Broken WereQUEEN

Chapter 4.5 Wayward Family

***Lady Davidson's P.O.V***

We received a letter from Chad wondering if we would like to hire one of his new girls. She was described as a feisty raven haired beauty with tan skin. She had previous house cleaning experience and was used to being around children. He said many nice things about her until the end where he wrote

     "She is wild yet so please feel free to tame her as you see fit or return her"

I was skeptical but decided to send a request to have her audition tomorrow. We didn't particularly like Chad but he'd given us no reason to take over his business so far. 

     "Mr. Adams!?"

As faithful as ever, he entered in moments and bowed. 

     "Master"

     "Take my letter to Chad, he will send us a new girl tomorrow. There's a few things around the house she could do and Mr. Davidson and I need some fresh entertainment"

     "Right away Master" he bowed

     "And Mr. Adams. I'm busy tomorrow and can't do it myself so you'll need to test her and find out her loyalties. Until we know for sure who she is, keep her away from the family. Make me proud little one"

He had no need to answer, bowed once more and exited. 

As my mate and I were vampires, we couldn't have children of our own so we made up for it by attracting many waywards along the way. Out of boredom we eventually created a network called the Davidson Family. There were a couple Family's that ran the underbelly of all businesses. The beauty of being immortal was having the patience to collect the right assets. We left all our affairs back home in the hands of two Family immortals and came to the Northern Territories across the ocean for an adventure, we had started getting bored. As a result the Family grew very well in the North. A few of them had followed but many were locals whom we'd adopted.

We'd started off small but the North had many opportunities and many new species to keep us busy. Our first and favorite wayward of the North was Adams, about 12 years ago. 

We found him knocking on deaths door in an alley as a young boy, cigarette burns all over his body, cuts and bruises over most of him and some broken bones crookedly healed. Both his parents had died and he was left with a female relative who abused him every day until she left him in the alley. 

My partner and I healed his physical body as best we could. Our saliva being incredibly effective at it. However, his mental state was beyond our abilities. It took months to get him to speak enough to tell us where the abusive women lived.

We found her, tied her up and brought the boy to confront her. We wished he would kill her or give us permission to but alas it wasn't so. He would cry and yell over and over again. It broke our hearts but we didn't know what else to do. 

He kept visiting her so we kept her alive and tied up until one day he visited and didn't cry. He'd left the room to find us and said he was done with her. He crawled between us in our bed to sleep peacefully for the first time. He woke up after a very long sleep, looked at both of us and told us his name was Adams. We couldn't have been prouder of our boy. 

He might have forgotten her but my partner and I held a lot of anger to take out on the human who harmed him. Once in the Family we would protect you no matter what and now Adams was Family and she had hurt him. We tortured her, burned her, and broke bones for days until we were no longer angry. Finally we killed and buried her. 

Adams never spoke again of the human but he still never seemed really happy, and he rarely smiled. That was until I gave him his first order. I remember forgetting to switch out of my dominating voice after a heated business discussion and telling him/not asking politely to 

     "Fetch me my shoes"

     "Right away" he had said, automatically adding a bow. 

Arriving back with the slippers he bent at my feet to slip them on. When he stood up I tussled his hair

    "Thank you little one"

He smiled, for the first time since we had him he had a genuine smile of happiness. 

His type of childhood had broken something in him. He only found pleasure in having a strict conduct that he mostly set himself. The bowing and obedience was all his doing and we merely played along. He was far more broken then simply being overly devoted. He had realized one night, when a neighbor's daughter made advances that he was incapable of being aroused by her. 

He felt very little stir of emotions unless it was linked to pain which he found out accidentally when Chana had wrestled him to submission. He stopped all courting efforts immediately and demanded we inflict him pain. It was more traumatic for us then for him. Sure we had hunted, killed, tortured, maimed many but not our own child.

We brought in a trusted and knowledgeable dom for his sessions and supervised the visits. We never let him take more than he could handle and we coddled him after every session. It was the only time we could coddle him and when closing his wounds we could taste his feelings through the blood. We began to understand his need for the pain and the release and pleasure it gave him.

Understanding him better we got stricter with him and started demanding more in hopes he would be satisfied. Eventually he stopped asking for sessions and remained happy without them. As long as we maintained our roles he went without his dom's sessions. We hoped he was mended however his continued chastity indicated otherwise. 

His is not an uncommon story in our household. Many of those we take in had lived through a trauma easily triggered. We try to help them as best we can by healing their physical wounds, making sure they are safe, and giving them a purpose. We hoped one day they would be well enough to lead a good life furthering the Family's business or otherwise. We were immortal after all so the business could take as long as it took to grow. 

With us backing them they could do anything they wanted. Some started their own packs, others became renowned artists and yet more became heads of industries. Our children were our source of joy and adventure to keep the boredom at bay and their devotion was rewarded with power and money. 

Unfortunately I was afraid we'd failed Adams as he never seemed inclined to leave. We assumed he was about 20 years old now, he had no idea how old he had been when we found him 12 years ago so we took an educated guess of about 8. Until the time came, if ever that time came, for him to set out on his own we loved having him around. He was a good asset and did absolutely anything we desired without complaints. A very useful thing in this Family business. 

But I digress. 

All this to say, a new person was always considered a threat to the Family until proven otherwise. Tomorrow we would see what kind of person this new maid would be.