Hello reader! No not you, the one behind you. This is the rebooted story that I had made one-two years ago that died. And as someone said, was rushed. So this one I promise will not be rushed. The only time it may be rushed is if I am crunched for time. But anyway, onto the story. All rights belong to Rick R., I am not that good. Yet.

Perfect. A deer. Or a crap hunter. I thought, gripping my bow. I quietly notch an arrow on the string, pulling it back. The head of the deer pokes around the tree, the rest of its body hidden in the underbrush. As the head moves closer to in my sight, I let the arrow fly. It cuts the front of the deer's neck, and before it can move, a second arrow is in its head.

I stand up from my seat on the ground, walking over to the deer. I look down at the deer, grabbing the arrow that killed. Silver wood? Who the hell uses this for an arrow?

"I know you're out there. Can you come out? I want to ask you about this arrow." I call, not too loud, but loud enough for maybe twenty feet. I spin the arrow around in my hand, looking at the finer details.

"Drop the arrow, BOY." A girl says, spitting out the last word like a heinous curse word

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"And why should I?" I ask, holding the arrow up high. As I do, a second arrow hits it out of my hand, but from the side.

"I did warn you."

"Barely." I call back, looking around, notching a second arrow. "Now come out, I want to talk." An arrow hits my bow hand, causing me to drop my bow, with my left hand bleeding from the knuckle. Strangely, it came from the other side. "DAMN YOU!"

"Shut it boy!" A different voice says, in the direction of the second arrow.

"HOW MANY ARE YOU?" I scream, holding my bleeding hand.

"A lot more than you." A third voice, from the direction of the first arrow. I put pressure on my bleeding hand, reaching for my medical pack.

"COME OUT HERE AT LEAST ONE OF YOU!" I scream, getting pissed. An arrow hits the ground in front of me, with a little note on it. I stop grabbing my medical pack, reaching for the arrow. As I open it, a good punch on on the rear of my head knocks me out, laying in a pool of deer blood.

A few hours later, I wake up and I see the world on it's side. Groggily I hear someone shouting someone as I blink my eyes and try and itch my head. I pull my arm, but it stays where it is. As I look at my arm, I see myself tied to a stick, like a deer on a spit.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" I scream at the top of my lungs trying to escape. A sharp kick to the right of me, right under my ribs, quickly silences my next attempt to talk.

"Shut it, boy." She says, spitting on me for added measure. "You are in our camp until our mistress returns to deal with you. Now sit tight. I hope you hurt." She smiles down at me, kicking me on the side of the head. I growled with the hit, pulling against the ropes holding me to the stick.

After more and more girls punch, kick, or spit on me which feels like I have no unbruised bit of my body. I growled as best I could, spitting up blood with a cough every couple seconds. Blood running down my cheek, someone puts their hand on my chest. I cough once more trying to get away, as the blood runs faster.

"Hold still you useless male. I am trying to heal your worthless self." The voice says, as I slow subside my struggles. Suddenly, a bright white light covers my eyes and vision as the blood stops rolling down my cheek. As I go to say thank you to this savior, I realize that the light had shoved some sort of cleave gag into my mouth. "Now good. My hunters have a punching bag for a couple more hours. Now, if that gag is stained red by the time I get back, I may spare your meaningless life. Even then, I will still beat you myself." She says, slapping me hard in the face, walking off to a tent with two others.

When the ringleader leaves, every single girl walks over to me. They repeat what I felt for the past couple of hours, making sure to do it harder. As I coughed up blood, the gag began to stain red.

"Weakling. That was nothing." One says as they kick me square in the skull. As the gag starts to grow into a deeper shade of red, the one who healed me returned.

"Ah there we go. Girls! Grab the stick and carry him to my tent. I want to talk with him and my lieutenant." The girl says, slapping my face again harder. Two girls grab hold of the stick, carrying me into a large tent before dropping me on the ground in front of two chairs, one filled with someone I have never seen and the one who healed me. As I rule to my side, the one I never seen removes the gag from my mouth.

"Lady Artemis, you did say you may spare his life if his gag is red." The one I never saw before says, as I am gasping for clean air.

"Quiet boy. Yes I know that Thalia, but shouldn't we do the thing I discussed with you about? He will still be alive, but." The healer says, now I know as Lady Artemis.

"Lady Artemis, that could be good unless of course the Hunters do that again. As he is barely breathing." The girl says, now known as Thaila, while kicking me in the ribs.

"What.. the…. Hell… Are.. you…" I manage to get out before Thaila kicks me hard in the ribs again.

"Quiet. And Lady Artemis, now I want it. He is the perfect male to do it to." She says, smiling down at me evilly. I look up trying to catch my breath. I shake my head, scared now.

"Boy, what is your name?" Artemis says, looking down at me.

"My… name… is… Eric…" I say, still gasping.

"Well then Eric. Your first lesson is. Never mess with your new owners." Artemis says, stepping on my hand. I scream, trying to get away. "Thalia, get him." As she says it, Thalia stands up, and steadies the stick. I look up crying out in pain, trying to get away from her hand.

"Stop struggling boy and you will be told your new life." Thalia says, holding my body in place. I slowly stop struggling growling.

"Let me the fuck go." I say, getting pissed. Artemis stomps on my hand. I scream, trying to pull away again.

"Boy, either stop or die. Your choice." Artemis says, raising her foot for a second stomp. I shut my mouth, slowing my struggles to a minimal. "Good."

"Boy. You are now the Hunter's slave." Thalia says, kicking me in the arm. As I come to grips with what she said I begin to struggle harder and faster.

I would continue to struggle, my hand is shooting pain. "Please… Let me go! This is illegal!" I say, panting.

They ignore me, carrying me over to a corner of their, with no better words to put it, camp, and throwing me down. Thalia, if I recall correctly would grab a rope, tying my neck tightly to a stake thrown on the ground.

"Will you be a good buy if I untie your arms?" Lady Artemis asks, smirking down at me.

"Bite me." I growl, as best I can with the rope.

"I think he needs a chain on those arms." Thalia, smirking, says as she walks away. As she does, Artemis bends close and whispers into my ear. "I m going to love breaking you, boy."

Thalia returns holding two chains, and she hands one to Artemis. "Mistress, shall you grab his left side?" She asks, kneeling on my right.

"Why of course Thalia." Artemis replies, quickly chaining my left arm to a stake tightly, my right being done in the same speed. I look at both sides, as I begin to scream in pain as my arms are pulled towards the center and towards the edge of my reach.

They would begin to laugh as I continue to struggle, screaming in pain. They look at each other, and with no words, Thalia cuts the rope holding my hands to the stick, cutting my right hand in the process.

They would leave, leaving my legs to be tightly bound to the stick, with my arms spread out wide unable to really move my head, similar to the posing of Jesus. I would fall asleep the best I can, in pain from cuts and more while bleeding.

I would awaken shortly to me, with the sun shining at sunrise. I would awaken to the shooting pain of the my hand still bleeding, the blood pooling slightly around it. I would stare up, struggling as best I can without the rope around my neck hurting too tightly. I would just about get the stake on my right arm to pull about half an inch when a snicker appears behind my head. "Who… who's there?" I call out, scared.

"A nightmare, boy." The snickerer say, coming closer and stepping down on the stake holding my arm down hard. I would scream out in pain, trying to get away. "Don't try and escape. It won't happen."

"Please… Whoever you are… Let me go…" I beg, looking at the foot.

"Never, boy." She says, snickering some more. "I think I am going to like having someone to torture." She says, kicking me in the ribs, hard. I scream out again, the rope rubbing against my sore neck.

"PLEASE! I WIlL DO ANYTHING!" I scream, trying to pull away from the rope. She smiles as I do, leaning down.

"If you are ever tortured, I will carve my name somewhere into you so you never forget the name of Ava when it is carved on your spine." She growls, hitting my face and walking away.

It would be a couple hours before someone else walks over to me, and she promptly spits on my face. I would try and shake it off, with her smiling and laughing. "Well, boy, time for your first lesson in being our slave. Hope you are ready."

I look up at her, barely able to understand as she unties the rope from my neck, and letting it fall to the floor. "Th-thank you." I stammer, barely able to feel where the rope was.

"Don't thank me just yet. I have to punish your attempted escape from today." She says, smirking as I look at her in horror.

"Please, no." I beg, as she cuts off my shirt, revealing my chest to her. She smiles, walking away to return less than five minutes later with a whip.

"This should teach you from trying to escape." She says, as she begins to whip by bare chest, hitting me over and over again. I would begin to scream in pain and agony, struggling as best I can. She would continue to whip me, smiling as I struggle.

"PLEASE STOP!" I beg and plead, trying to pull away as the whip breaks skin. The whip begins to cause my chest to bleed from wherever it lands, continuing for about an hour till my chest is covered in whip marks and blood. She would stop, curling up the whip, drying the blood with a cloth she brought.

"Did that teach you not to try and escape?" She asks, as I nod, on the verge of crying in pain. "Good, now get ready for your second lesson. No talking without permission." She says, as she puts the whip down and stepping right on my bleeding chest with a hunting boot. I would scream in pain, trying to pull away as she begins to pick her leg up and down hard and fast.

Mercifully that lasted just under five minutes as she stops. She would untie my legs at last, letting blood flow to my feet. "Now, be a good boy while I get some medicine for you so I don't make Lady Artemis mad." She says, leaving me a bloody mess. She would return less than a minute later with simple gauze, smirking. "All you are allowed to have." She says, smirking.

"How… is that… going… to help?" I pant out, looking at her. She just smirks, as she begins to roughly apply the gauze. I would shake from the feeling and pain, unable to stay still.

"Stay still or I will stop." She orders about halfway through the gauze and cuts. I try and stop all my shaking, with her finishing up the bandages shortly later. "Are you hungry?" She asks, standing up.

"Y-y-yes…" I stutter, not wanting to be beaten anymore. She just laughs, slapping my face gently.

"Good boy. By the way, I am Emily. I am kind of your teacher." She says, walking away. I would look around for anyone else watching as I feel the gauze change the color from white to dark red. No one would come for the next five minutes until Emily returns, holding a plate with a fork. "I am going to loosen one of your chains so you can eat, otherwise you don't eat. Do you understand?" She asks, putting the plate on my chest.

I quickly nod as she loosens my left hand, handing me the fork. "Start eating. You have five minutes to eat that all before some more lessons." She orders as I begin to eat the food, not looking at what it is. "I hope you like venison, as that is all you will eat." She says, looking at her watch before grabbing the plate. "Time's up."

I would look up at her, frown on my face. "Don't give me that face. It takes Hunters less than three minutes when on the hunt, so it should take you less than five." She says, walking away again. I would sit there, looking at the loosened chain, and I would begin to stretch that arm, groaning as I feel it move.

"Slave, did anyone say you can move?" Thalia says, walking by where I am. I try my best looking to where she is, only able to just about see her boots.

"N-n-no…." I stutter again, putting my am down.

"Where is Emily?" She asks, taking a step closer.

"I-I-I-I do-do-n't know." I stammer, looking away. "Please don't hurt me." I hear her walking away, and within a minute Emily is back, holding a bag it seems.

"I am going to cuff your hands together, do not fight it, do you understand?" She asks, bending down holding metal handcuffs. I quickly nod, as she cuffs my left arm, unchaining it from the ground and pulling it towards my right arm. I feel the muscles in my left arm loosen as she cuffs the arms together, unchaining them from the ground. She would pull out a collar and leash, quickly locking the collar around my neck. "Perfect."

I look down at the collar, confused, s she attaches the collar. "Come on, get up." She orders, tightly pulling on the leash.

Hope you liked this! It took me a long time, but I feel it has been worth it. Leave a review on what I should do next, follow and favorite if you like it! I will be uploading the next chapter sometime next month.