(A/N: Yknow, looking at my writing really makes me feel like a bad parent, neglecting all of my followers, but with school it's been hard and that isn't no excuse to not write updates, what with my field of fandom interest constantly expanding, so here's some more for you guys, the ones who make it worth it. :) )
You knelt before your new mistress, watching the wind flutter at her lavish robes around her feet, too scared to look up. While Milova was a rich place for spice trading, it was also a hub for something much more dark and sinister; slavery. Just a few months ago, you were taken from your home and bound in chains. The last of your home that you saw was it going up in flames.
Before you came to Vesuvia, you had been flogged and put on display time after time. You don't remember all the places, only the major ones. The times you were almost sold, but someone else was chosen. Your inability to be of any use to your captor made her whip you constantly. The first couple of times, such as in Port Tremaire and Atapra, you were only shouted at. But as you ship set sail more times, your back produced more and more lacerations akin to deep claw marks in your skin.
In Vesuvia, it was rumored that the Countess had made the city lawful after her husband's death, and that her range even extended to the blackest markets and deepest catacombs alike. These rumors were being proven to be false however, as there were only servants and evil nobles standing in front of the platform. The other people there had never spoken to you. Everyone was kept from one another up until selling time to prevent building relationships and creating mutiny, this was also punished by whippings, which accounted for more than half of the scars crisscrossing your back.
The thought of having to endure another torture session was erased from your mind the moment you were pulled down from the platform, confused. Afterwards, you were taken to a red-haired servant, wearing white clothing, speaking in an almost bubbly manner. "After seeing the cuts on your back.. Well, I'll just stop myself right there. I was told to not come back empty handed, but don't worry. My master is the ruler of this place, Countess Nadia." You remained silent, only occasionally looking over. Realizing she didn't elicit a response, she took a more somber tone. "Look, I know I or anyone else can just change your current outlook on things, but please at least acknowledge the fact that things will get better, and I doubt any more harm will come to you while in her.. er.. I really can't sugar coat this, can I.. Whatever."
You reached the steps of what appeared to be a grand palace, and once you were let inside by the two guards on duty, she unlocked your shackles and left you in what appeared to be a bathhouse. "Clean yourself up. There's a towel and fresh clothes waiting. You did as you were told, and was then escorted to a large hall. She grabbed your hand and made sure you made eye contact with her. "She'll be coming in in just a few minutes, when you hear her enter, don't look at her, and immediately kneel in front of that chair there." She motioned to a throne at the end of the hall. "Dont speak, make eye contact, or talk unless she tells you to do so. I have things to do, so wait here. Don't follow any of what I just said and there's a very good chance that you'll be facing down a chopping block tonight."
She left the room, leaving you alone to marvel at the intricate walls, pillars, windows, and the chair. Soon enough, you heard footsteps coming, and you did as you were told. A rather tall woman entered, her long purple hair coming around her ankles almost like snakes.
"Stand up." Her voice came smooth like honey, but didn't carry malice, only a commanding tone. Living on little food had turned you skinnier than you had hoped, but your ribs didn't poke though your skin just yet under your clothes, which smelled much better than your older ones. Your bangs hung low around your eyes, which helped with avoiding eye contact as she stared at you. "Take off your shirt." She beckoned again, looking on with what you could ascertain as eyes hiding hunger behind them.
You shivered as you pulled the almost sparkling shirt off, and shivered as the air touched your torso. "Turn around." This is when you froze up, swallowing the lump in your throat and remaining rigid. "Did I tell you to remain still? I'm the Countess, you belong to me, and you will turn around." Her crimson gaze became one of annoyance, but melted to sympathy as she gazed at the healing wounds and present scars. She stood up, and walked behind you, running her hands along your tensed muscles. You thought she was trying to comfort you, but you let out a whimper as she stabbed her finger into one of the more recent lashes. She twisted it until a small dribble of blood came onto her finger. By this point you were shaking with pain, trying to stay as quiet as possible. "I expect you to know your place. Do this and we won't have any problems~"
She turned you around and smiled a sweet, psychopathic smile and licked the blood off. She pulled her hand around your rear, holding it with a certain dominance about her. She used her other hand to trace along your quivering lower lip, and down to your chin and pull you into a kiss that left you panting, and quivering as she pulled you into her chest. "Remember~" She tilted your face up to look af her. "You belong to me."
(A/N: I guess we can agree that maybe I'm not the best at writing people in character, but hey, if you don't like it, skedaddle buddy. This is going to be a sort of one shot thong where I just write around a thousand words or so. Yes, I will he taking requests for this, so make sure to hit me up! I already have something else I'm working on, but the sooner you ask, the sooner you get your request it! Well, this is one big fucking mess of s writer, signing off!)