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slow.”
    Malachi met Yen’s eyes briefly and said, “What do you expect?”
    Yen scowled. “No business fighting so soon. Come—have medicine for bruise.”
    Hours later, Malachi was once more lying on the small pallet that made up Yen’s bed. From the knee down, his legs were on the bare earth. The sharp scent of the weird herbs Yen used saturated the air. Thick cloths soaked in the herbs were wrapped around his torso. Malachi knew from experience—Yen’s odd concoctions would have his bruises feeling days old and he would be moving around normally in very little time.
    But sadly, it was quite likely the rapid recovery would just end with Malachi back in the arena that much sooner.
    That much sooner he would have to face down another man and kill him.
    He had no idea how many men he had been forced to kill, but their faces haunted him. Many had been hardly more than boys.
    There had been a time when Malachi had refused to deliver that final strike. But it had resulted in one outcome—the fallen were still killed, right in front of him, usually in a slow and painful manner. And Malachi was beaten.
    He could handle the beatings. He had been raised a slave. Beatings were something he was used to. But the last time, he had watched as one of the centurions eviscerated his fallen opponent. Then castrated him. Those screams would haunt Malachi until the day he died.
    How much longer…
     
    * * * * *
     
    Nearly a week passed before he was summoned again. He was left alone, left to heal, left to brood. Malachi was not summoned to the Mistress’ bed and he was not forced into the arena either.
    When he was finally summoned, he was prepared for one or both duties.
    Surprisingly though—it was neither. He was sent to the baths with hardly a word.
    Before sunset, he had been sold.
    Again.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “Oh, he is worth every single bit of gold you paid.”
    The new Mistress was not a chore to look at, but the way she stared at him made Malachi feel dirty.
    “If he does not please you, we can always use him in the arena,” the Master said, barely glancing at Malachi. “That is where I first saw him. I have watched him many times. Julius did not wish to sell him, but I knew you would enjoy him. I paid a heavy sum of gold for him. Julius did not wish to let his best fighter go. He fights as if he were born to do it.”
    Big blue eyes sparkled as the Mistress ran her hands down Malachi’s chest, over his belly, then his naked genitals. Malachi stared steadfastly at the floor the entire time, even when somebody tugged on his hair to try to force him to raise his head. He had been beaten more than once because an owner had not liked the look in his eyes.
    Defiance, they called it. Malachi was not completely certain what the word meant, and he cared little. But he tired of the beatings rather quickly and he would avoid them when he could.
    The Mistress closed cool, pale fingers over his cock and worked him until he grew erect. She giggled like a child with a new toy and said, “I think there is something else he was born to do. I cannot wait to see just how well he does it.”
    The Master waved a hand at them, smiling. “Take him, dearest. I have business to attend to.”
    That business, Malachi learned quickly enough, was his own lover, a blond haired man who was nearly as pretty as the Mistress. The Master was content to let the Mistress do as she pleased with her new toy, provided an heir was produced.
    And quickly.
    Malachi had been the fifth slave purchased for just the reason. The last four had been put to death for failing the Master and Mistress.
    Like a stallion in rut, he was to service her. And he was told she had best get with child.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Fucking her had become something he did without truly thinking about it. Malachi stared a hole into the wall in front of him as he pumped against her, his cock moving a slow, steady rhythm as he waited for her to climax. She liked her pleasures, this