Lorry lowers her head to the bowl again and takes a bite of the food. No shock. She chews and swallows, and takes another bite. Apparently he had taken pity on her. She finishes her meal, alternating between the food and water dish, and sits back, running her tongue over her lips to get any remaining food.
Suzaku leans forward and strokes her cheek, smiling softly. "You are so cute." Lorry blinks at the unexpected complement, closes her eyes happily and leans into the caress. She purrs happily and he smiles. Suzaku strokes her cheek for a while longer, then pats her head and stands up. Relaxation time was over apparently. He pulls another object from behind his chair and Lauryana's eyes widen. It was a human's rib bone. The bone had been picked clean of any remaining meat and seemed to have been sterilized. However, Lorry was still apprehensive. Catching her expression, Suzaku laughs. "Don't worry. This has been clean for some time. It was originally going to be used for my potions, but I like this idea better." He holds the bone near her mouth. "Take it."
Lorry didn't want to. She growls at the golden blond demon in front of her. Suzaku frowns, and taps her lightly on the nose, delivering a jolt of electricity. She yelps in pain and her master smirks. "I told you what would happen if you disobeyed. Now, take it."
He waves the bone in front of her again, and cringing, Lorry takes it in her mouth. "Good. Now sit up." Lauryana's blue eyes narrow, but she sits on her haunches anyway, hands tucked against her chest. Suzaku circles her, eyeing her in a way that made her uneasy. Finally he stops and tugs lightly on the bone. "Give that here."
The human opens her mouth, releasing the bone into his grasp. He then looks around, and smirks. "Close your eyes, and hum to yourself until I tell you to stop."
Lorry frowns at the strange command, but closes her eyes, lowering her hands to the floor. She yelps as a small jolt of electricity hits her, stinging her skin.
"Stay in that position. Your hands are not allowed to touch the floor yet" Suzaku's warning rings in her ears. She whimpers but rises again, feeling a tap on the nose. "Start humming."
She takes a breath, and starts humming the first song that comes to mind. She could faintly hear the demon walking around over her song, but paid little attention to it. After a bit, about three songs in length, she hears him come back in her direction. Again he taps her nose. "You may open your eyes, and your hands can touch the floor now."
Lauryana slowly opens her eyes. Her master was standing in front of her with his hands on his hips. He crouches down in front of her and grins. "I have a game we can play. Hidden both out of sight and in plain view are objects I want you to find. When I tell you what I want you are going to find it and bring it to me. Got it?"
Lorry nods and looks around. Nothing seemed different. She hears Suzaku chuckle. "Aren't you eager. Well then, the first thing I want you to find is the rope that we played fetch with."
He walks over to his chair and watches with amusement as his pet scampers around the room in search of the requested rope. She eventually finds it, hidden in the shadows of the southwest curve of the wall. As she picks it up in her mouth, Lorry mentally thanks Suzaku for keeping the room clean and as free of dust as possible. She scampers over to him and sits up, getting the rope within his easy reach.
He laughs and takes it from her, then drops it carelessly next to the chair, then directs her to find the rib bone. She finds the bone easily. The bleached bone easily stood out against the dark walls of the room. She returns to Suzaku with the bone in her mouth, and again he drops it to the side. He then directs her to find a thighbone.
As she trots off to find the bone, Lorry hoped it was the last thing she had to find. Her knees and the palms of her hands were sore from having to crawl everywhere at a fast enough pace to please him. Eventually she finds it, hidden in the darkest corner of the room.
She sighs. The bone was thick, and she wasn't sure she could fit it comfortably in her mouth. Still, she tries to pick it up, and manages successfully. As Lorry turns around to return the bone, she sees that Suzaku had gotten up and was standing in the center of the room where there was most light.
"That's enough. Come over here." Lauryana mentally gives a sigh of relief, and, still holding the bone in her mouth, trots over to where her master was standing. He leans down and adjusts her position to a pose he apparently liked, then goes to another room.
Lorry hides a smile. Painting was one of his pastimes, and would often have her pose for him. It was one of the few ways she knew he liked her.
Sure enough, when Suzaku came back into the room he was carrying his painting supplies. She still didn't know where he got them, but she didn't care. When he was in a painting mood she was spared from his more embarrassing and painful ideas, and had a chance to relax.
Lorry lets her mind wander as her master sets up the easel and starts to sketch, glancing at her every now and again. Despite all the things he makes her do, she really liked him. He was her first and only lover, and when he had taken her the first time he had been really gentle and sweet. He had caressed, kissed and pleasured her to the point of ecstasy. It had definitely qualified as 'Love' and not 'Lust' or 'Rape'. It had happened a week after she had tried to run away, when she still wasn't used to living with him and didn't know the strength of his powers. She had gotten to the place where they had first met; a large suspended walkway with a view of the thunderous sky, before he had caught up to her.
One moment she was alone, the next he was in front of her. She had barely enough time to yelp in surprise before he had knocked her out. When she had awoken, she was lying on a mattress and chained to the wall next to his bed. He had ripped her clothes off and told her she would have to earn the right to wear clothes again, then had walked out of the room, locking it behind him. Lorry had had to earn his trust again. She had done everything he has requested, despite bieng humiliated many times. Finally, a long week later, he had rewarded her. First he had made love to her, as passionately as she could ever hope for, and then he had let her wear clothes again. Though from time to time he would declare that she wasn't allowed to wear clothes, simply because he could. It was those times that he painted her the most, often followed by sex.
She still didn't know where he got the clothes. He probably had his servants go out and buy them. She was grateful for that. The clothes she had arrived in hadn't lasted long.
As Suzaku works on the painting, She quietly muses to herself that he could be gentle if he made an effort. Being the high lord of a castle and a whole city filled with murderous demons meant that he had to be just as, and probably even more vicious to stay on top. Before she had come into his life, no human had survived even a day in the Saint Beast's territory. She still didn't know why she had survived this long. Her master was notorious for hating humans, more than any of the other demons. He didn't tell her much of his thoughts, so she was left mostly in the dark about his reasons for his decisions.
Suzaku glances again at his pet, his slave for his amusement, as he paints. Among other things, she had a figure that made the perfect painting subject. He had made her pose with the bone in her mouth, sitting with her head tilted up and slightly to the side. Her hands were in front of her, plumping those gorgeous breasts of hers through her tight shirt. Her back was in an elegant curve, enhancing her body's natural ones.
Yes. She was perfect. The powerful demon once again was glad that he had found her, instead of the other three demons who called Maze Castle their home. If any one of them had found her first, she would have ended up as a meal. As far as he knew, the others believed that she was dead, by one means or another. The only ones that knew she was still alive were himself, his servants, whom he had sworn to secrecy under pain of death, his spy and friend Murguru, and the human herself. Even then, it was surprising that she had survived for three years, especially after her escape attempt in the first month.
To keep his secret, he had made sure to thoroughly wash his clothes and himself if he ever ventured down to the areas where the others lived. Thankfully, he didn't do that often, and most of the time sent his servants to do the work. He knew she understood that she was to remain hidden when he wasn't around. He had explained that fully to her after she had tried to escape. Though it had only happened once, he took care to never let it happen again. She made his world a little brighter.
He was nearly finished with the artwork, and was just adding the finishing touches. The Saint Beast takes out his favorite paint tube; a bright blue that closely matched her eyes. Glancing at the object of his affection again, he smiles as he notices that she has a far away look in her eyes. She must also be thinking hard about something. He takes out his thinnest brush and begins to paint in the details and highlights.
After adding the final stroke, he steps back and checks the painting for any inconsistencies. Nothing. It was perfect. Like her. Now that he was finished, he could appreciate her body in another, more base way. An appreciation he rather enjoyed.
"Done."
