Hey guys! So I just hit the gigapause, and now my life has no meaning (Sad music). So, naturally, I decided to write Fanfiction. Now, this story is gonna be a little different, because, well, you'll find out. Just try not to hate me too much. Bye, now!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Not even my soul. I sold that to Hussie the second John's Birthday came about.

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It was an especially bad storm that forced me to dock on that particular island. It was a special island, with it's high walls and deadly spikes on either side, and large, looming gate in front, highblood trolls already lined up at it. It was a prisoner island.

More importantly, it was a slave island.

You see, through particularly harsh winds and rain, my ship, L8dy Luck, hit a massive rock. We were only just able to make it to the small island.

Oh, what a stroke of luck it was indeed. For you see, there was a bit of an uprising among the lowbloods due to the teachings of a mutant blood who called himself "The Signless". Though he had died beforehand, and earned a new title, "The Sufferer", the lowbloods still made a bit of a fuss over his teachings.

But what benefits that I got from this are easily controlled crew. My power over minds was easier to use on lowbloods, and harder, almost impossible, to use on highbloods. My crew was made up completely of lowbloods as a result, though most of the time I didn't have to use my powers, because after a few months aboard the well oiled machine that was my ship, they didn't question my competence. I viewed my powers as more of a 'breaking in' process of slaves turned crewmen.

Anywho, my ship was in need of repairs, and while my trusted crew members were divided in half (One half buying needed supplies, the other half watching the ship), I was looking for new 'recruits' to replace the ones I had lost at sea.

I easily snuck passed the midblood guards at the gate, and headed to the slave showings.

It was basically a jail, with each prisoner in their own cell, usually seated in a chair to make them easier to view, but each cell had a lowblood guard next to it. If you wanted to get a closer look at a slave, or buy one all together, the guard would go in and chain up the prisoner's arms and legs so that it wouldn't try to escape.

The place itself was dark and damp, much like Alternia at night. It was divided into three floors. The first floor consisted of thieves, swindlers, and ruffians, and mainly the lowest on the many hated them for their usual blood colors, as well as how tough they were to break without mind powers (as they had been in worse situations), they were also the strongest and the best with their hands, so they commanded a higher price (anywhere from 500 to 1000 coins, depending on their skill and strength) and were shown off first.

The second floor consisted of former slaves who had fled and were recaptured. They were a mix of the thugs from the first floor, and political prisoners. Since they were more likely to escape, but also pretty good slaves, their prices were marked down by a few gold coins (anywhere from 400 to 900).

And the third floor consisted of political prisoners. These were the people who were marked as traitors, or otherwise a danger to the Grand Highblood or Her Imperious Condescension. They were the easiest to break without mind powers, as they were never put in a situation harsher than being a slave, and usually consisted of high lowbloods or midbloods, though every once in a while you'd see a highblood who'd managed to screw up somehow. They usually fetched a smaller price, as the law was eager to sell them off to a cruel master, and were drastically discounted (anywhere from 100 to 500 gold coins).

I started on the first floor, looking for nice, strong crewmen, as well as a few good enough with their hands to tie proper life lines. I ended up buying 10 of each, drastically lowering the prices for myself and buying them for 100 gold coins. I watched the guards take them to the small group of sailors I had left outside for delivery. I bypassed the second floor, deciding that runaway slaves are not buyable, and headed curiously to the third floor.

While I usually didn't bother with the political prisoners, as most of the time they would talk or sob constantly, today was diferent for some reason. I walked through the halls, looking at each prisoner as I did so. The prisoners , I observed, each had a desolate look in their eyes, and a despairing look throughout their body. Most had tears straming down their ashen cheeks, and were pleading to please go home, I didn't mean any of it. One had to be strapped to the chair after they reached thorugh the bars, trying to recieve compassion from their captors.

All except one.

She was situated in a cell with a window, and the light streaming in would've burned any troll that wasn't careful, but it didn't seem to bother her a bit, as it was landing on her form and somehow enhancing her already goddesslike beauty. Her head was high, and her back was straight, yet her shoulders were slumped, and tears were gathering around her eyes, which she wiped often.

She was defeated, yet at the same time, seemed unbreakable.

I turned to the nearest guard. "I want to get a closer look at this one." I said, uninterested. I knew that if I acted as anxious as I felt, the guard would make the price outrageous, and I didn't feel like using my mind powers to get her for some reason.

"I'd be careful, miss. This one's a Rainbow Drinker." He said, spitting out the title with so much venom the woman in the cell cringed.

I only smiled. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

With a huff, the guard went into the cell and strapped her, none too carefully, to the wall before standing back, hand at his sword.

I walked into the cell and stalked my way over to her, swaying my hips when I thought the guard was watching. I said I wouldn't use my mind control powers, but I didn't say I wouldn't use my physical powers.

I examined the woman on the wall. her hands were strapped to the wall above her head, the metal cuffs digging somewhat painfully into the skin. I brought my hand to her palm, gently turning it over. Her fingers were long and slender, her nails still perfectly manicured, showing that she was brought here recently. Usually they torture the political prisoners for a bit of fun before they put them in. They must really want to be rid of her I thought to myself.

I looked down at her ace, noting how close we were to each other, but not stepping away. Her eyes held an unspeakable amount of sorrow, and yet the rest of her face was a mask of indifference.

I looked then at the rest of her body. She seemed so malnourished, though I knew they would at least feed the prisoners well in the hopes that they'd look more presentable to potential buyers.

So why did she look so starved?

"Wouldn't stand that close, miss. She's dangerous." The guard brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned to look at him, not moving in the slightest.

"Has she fed from anyone?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" The guard seemed confused.

"Certainly you can't be that dense. Rainbow Drinkers need blood to function. Ergo, she needs to feed from someone." I said, quickly losing my patience with this man.

"Or something." A small, yet regal voice from next to me said. I turned to look at her, and studied her face some more. She seemed wide eyed, and scared for some reason. Then I remembered: Prisoners get lashed for speaking.

"That's TWENTY lashes you dirty little bloodsucker!" The guard behind me said, bringing out a whip. Before he could move me away and begin the process, however, I turned back to the troll and said, "I'll take her."

"What?" Both she and the guard said, looking at me astonished.

"You do know who she is, right? She was in the circle of traitors who led the biggest rebellion in the history of Alternia! They called her the Dollarose."

" The Dolarosa. And you heard me. I'll take her. 200 gold coins, take it or leave it." I said, tossing the guard a purse full of coins.

He fumbled a bit before nodding, and unlocking the chains from the wall. He chained the cuffs from her hands and feet to a seperate chain before handing it to me, along with the key and her paperwork. I smiled, sticking the paperwork in my pocket and walking out of the prison.

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When I got back to the ship, the repairs were about halfway over with, and my firstmate, Jameza, a mountain of muscle with sharp horns that jutted out at diagonal angles and shaggy hair that hung in his face, told me that it would be best to camp on the remote beach, away from the prison, and finish the repairs tomorrow. I agreed, trusting that he knew what he was doing. I'd known him since before I was Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and he was the closest thing I had to a moiriall in my life. Other than that, he was a damn good sailor.

I headed to the brig on the bottom level of the deck. It was the part that the rock struck, therefore it was damp. There was only one cell that didn't have a massive hole in it, and that was where the new slaves were being kept. I looked back at the slave who's chains I still had, and then at the cage. Even from here, the slaves eyed her hungrily. I looked back at her, and I noted the fear in her eyes.

I decided then that I'd chain her up in my quarters.

I headed back up to the deck, and took a quick moment to survey the repairs from the vantage point. Jameza had let the crew rest for the night, and many were camped out on small blankets on the beach, chatting to one another and recieving food from our chef, Meulsa, a smaller, older troll with curly horns and long hair that she kept in a bandana, and her slaves. Though, she was always kind, and never referred to her slaves as slaves, but rather, cooks. They were the only slaves aboard the ship that got free reign, and I trusted Meulsa to keep them in line.

I took note of a few more things, like how the crew hadn't started a fire after dark so as not to alert anyone to our presence, and headed to my cabin.

It was the largest living quarters on the ship, and had various handmade maps adorning one side, and a desk facing the wall. I walked over to one of the maps and drew a small, jagged oval on it, marking this island on it. It'd be handy in a pinch, should we ever be in one.

On the other side was a large bed, it's bedposts extending up to the ceiling, and a nice, silk curtain hanging around it, giving me privacy while I slept. In the corner next to it was a chest, and I turned and unlocked the chains around my slave's hands and feet.

"I want you to undress, then go over to that chest and get out two sets of sleeping attire." I said firmly, still holding the chains.

She nodded mutely before starting to change, and I grabbed her arm.

"Here on the ship, we do not nod. You are to address me as your mistress. Is that clear?" I demanded.

She almost nodded before catching herself.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl" I said, releasing her, "Now you may continue."

I saw a jade blush creeping onto her cheeks at the thought of undressing in front of me, and she got back to work, slowly stripping off her ragged shirt and pants,leaving only her underwear, and looking at me.

I surveyed her state. I could count her ribs, and her arms seemed even frailer than before. Yet, still, she stood, regally and both hands behind her back.

She needed blood.

"Well, go on. Those clothes aren't going to fetch themselves." I said, motioning to the chest.

"Yes Mistress." She said, walking back to the chest. I headed for the door.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone, would you?" I said, opening the door, walking out, and locking it behind me.

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I headed down to the crewmen, finding Jameza almost immediately.

I walked up to him, and craned my head up to look into his eyes.

"Are there any moobeasts on this island, or something?" I asked.

He thought for a moment.

"Well, I think we had some sort of beast similiar to one for dinner. Why?" He responded.

"I need some blood from it."

"I'm sure Meulsa has some blood from it. I swear, she finds a use for everything." And with that, he walked away quickly, returning a short while later with a large jug of crimson liquid.

"Will this be enough, Captain?" he asked, though I already told him countless times he could call me Aranea.

"That will be all, Jameza. Thank you." And with that, I headed back to my cabin, a large jug in hand.

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When I got back, the slave was as I had left her, clothes in hand.

"Put those on the bed." I commanded, and she did so immediately.

When she came back, I handed her the jug.

"What is this, Mistress?" She asked.

"Though you used the term Mistress, it is unadviseable to speak out of turn. But I will let this slide. Now, this" I motioned to the jug "Is your supper. I can't have you falling out before I get my 200 coins out of you."

Without warning, she ripped the cork out of the jug, and drank greedily from the container. She chugged faster than any other person I'd ever seen, and she didn't spill a drop. When she was finished, she had a bit at the corner of her mouth, and I reached up to wipe it away, noting the blush on her face as I did so.

"Now. Go get me those clothes."

"Yes Mistress."

She returned, clothing in hand, and I directed her to undress me. She did so without complaint, though she looked away for the most part, and redressed me in one of the sets of clothes before stashing the rest in the chest.

"Now then." I said, crawling into bed. "You may change into your clothes, then grab some of those extra blankets in the chest and make yourself a bed."

"Yes Mistress."

I watched her go about making the bed, and when she had settled down, I went over and chained her hands to a loop I had made over there for this reason. I made sure to cuffs were tight enough to make her remember who she belonged to, and headed back to bed.

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I was almost asleep when I heard the distinct sound of a door being opened. I shot up, thinking my slave had escaped, when I saw the face of Cronus Ampora, better known as Dualscar.

"Hello, spiderbitch." He started, coming over to me and unbuttoning his shirt.

"You think you could come onto MY island without me finding out?"

He was also a commander in The Condesce's army.

He was also my Kismeisis, and I loved the way I could get under his skin. Tonight was no exception.

I hatched a devious plan in my head, and put up a hand to stop him.

"Uh, uh, uh, fishbrain. I found a new plaything." I said, tossing the key to the chains around my slave's hands to her, and began to take control of her mind.

As her, I felt a wave of unbearable sadness and suffering, and I pushed all of thos thoughts aside from her head, filling it instead with happiness, lust, and desire. I made her quickly undo the chains before walking across the room, pushing him out of the way, and stripping off her bed clothes before laying submissively on the bed, shooting me looks of desire that made my bulge start peaking out.

"Now, let's see how much fun she can be."

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So that's that. If you like it, leave a review! And I'm sorry to end it here, but I didn't want to write some smut and then people being like, "EWWWWW" So if that's what you want, leave me a review or pm me. i not, I might decide for myself. And THAT is dangerous. Also, the title comes from a picture I saw, as well as a book my mother owned for a while -_-

-Z