The Training of Tavros
Intro
"This is awful," I thought still waiting in this big cold steel cage, "I need to get out of here." I was blindfolded and my arms were tightly tied behind my back. The bars at the bottom of the cage were killing me because every time I moved a surge of pain shot threw my knees that I was forced to sit on. I've been here for a few hours now and I'm already going insane. The tight heavy collar around my neck didn't help. I couldn't move that far because the collar was chained to the nearby wall.
I wish I could scream but I had some kind of round object inserted into my mouth. I could hear the cries of a few others nearby, no doubt they were in the same situation I was in.
Finally I heard a door slowly open and soon followed the footsteps of someone, and it sounded like it was more than one person walking in. I tried to ask whoever they were a million questions about where I am and what are they going to do to me but my questions were mumbled out by the object in my mouth. I flinched when I heard the cage door open.
"My, my, this one is quite the talker," the voice sounded male. The guy laughed walking up to me then grabbing my face with unnecessary force shaking it side to side. "But you are pretty cute so I'll forgive you this time for speaking without permission," then letting go of my face and took off the blindfold. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the bright light in the small room. When they were focused I saw the man standing before me grinning. He towered over me and grabbed a handful of my hair then he pulled me up a bit causing me a lot of pain I managed to let out a small whimper. "What do you think sir?" Asked the man turning his head to look at the person standing behind him. "Will this lowblood do?"
"He'll do nicely," said someone in the background. His voice was low and sounded more like a growl. It terrified me.
"Excellent sir, I will have him ready by tonight, now please let us go pick out some more," the troll released my hair letting me fall hard onto my knees. I let out a sigh of relief, after my cry of agony, as I watched him exit the cage. Then I jerked when I felt the hand of another man gently grab my chin and lifted my face up to meet his gaze. Those deep indigo eyes staring at me and those long menacing sharp fangs sticking out, along with that giant mess of curly hair with a pair of long twisting horns, who was this guy?
"You are motherfuckin adorable, now how about we remove that nasty ball gag and you tell me your name," he said removing the gag.
"Where am I!? Who are you!?" Is all that was on my mind so I just yelled it out at him. "Tell me now!" I continued. I felt a sharp stinging pain across my face a few seconds later making me recoil.
"I'll ask you one more time, tell me your name motherfucker," demanded the man holding a horse whip with an innocent smile on his painted face.
"I-It's…Tavros," I whispered wishing I could rub my aching cheek.
"Well Tavros, you will be serving me here in the Makara house for a bit, but not before you undergo some training." He reached down and rubbed the tips of my horns.
"Training?" I ask looking up at him. He startled me when he flicked my nose.
"Yes, I'm going to make you an obedient little slave for me. Also make sure you address me as Master or Sir from now on, or you will be punished with far worse than just a horse whip," the tall troll stuck his long pierced tongue at out me, no doubt trying to intimidate me or make fun of me, I not sure. He then decided to leave the cage, "I'm going to have a lot of fun breaking you," I heard him say as he walked off to join the other troll.
"I've got to get out of here," I thought as I watched what those two were doing to the other prisoners, poking fun at how pathetic they looked. "I have to."
There you go. The beginning of a long story that will only get worse. Seriously though, this story is going to have some pretty messed up parts. You have been warned.