''And this is where you shall stay.''
Naevia introduced me to a decent sized cell. I imagined it was slightly larger than where the men stayed. It was isolated from the others, but close enough that I can hear the sounds of them drinking and celebrating some unknown occasion. I scanned the room, a pallet on the ground with a pillow, a bench to sit upon, a large basin where I can bathe, and a window with bars. I smiled slightly, appreciating that I at least had it better than the men. I sat upon the bench, taking everything in as Naevia stood across from me.
''I imagine you are too tired to go have dinner with the men?'' she said softly, making me scoff.
''And have Gnaeus undress me with his eyes?'' I smirked at her.
''I would imagine Spartacus would put an end to that immediately,'' she grinned at me.
I felt the heat rush to my face at the mention of the blue-eyed warrior. ''I saw the way he looked at you,'' she added. I shook my head defiantly.
''I know not what you speak of,'' I prayed she didn't see the pink in my cheeks.
''I see. Well I shall hopefully see you tomorrow, good night Cassia,'' Naevia smirked playfully, nodding her head at me as she exited my cell. I sighed, laying down on my ''bed''. I closed my eyes, taking in the events of today. Batiatus. Lucretia. Naevia. Gnaeus. Varro. Spartacus. Those haunting eyes were still so clear in my thoughts. I reopened my eyes and sat up, the sounds of the gladiators breaking my thoughts. 'I suppose it wouldn't hurt to eat something to fill my stomach,' I thought to myself when my stomach rumbled in hunger. It was then that I noticed how dry my mouth was. It craved water or something to satisfy it. I sighed, reluctantly getting up and leaving my cell. I followed the sounds of the men, my hunger and thirst overpowering my fear and worry. I opened the door to the room and froze instantly. Men were drinking, throwing glass against the stone walls, gambling, wrestling on table tops, some had requested slaves for the night and were taking the women against the walls and on chairs and anywhere else they pleased. The stench of sweat and alcohol filled me and I grimaced as the sounds of women and men moaning filled my ears.
''By Gods,'' I muttered, moving around the chaos to hopefully get something to fill my stomach.
I dodged several obstacles, ignoring the whistles and several comments as I walked past the men. I bumped into one of the men, getting pushed backwards into someone's chest. I slowly glanced up, seeing a smaller, dark-skinned boy. He offered a small smile and all my fear vanished.
''You must be the gladiatrix everyone continues to speak of,'' he grinned kindly.
''I suppose I am, I am Cassia,'' I offered my hand, turning around to properly face him.
''I am Pietros,'' he beamed back, shaking my hand.
''Pietros!" a strong voice made us look up.
A man, skin dark like Piertos' and long dark hair protectively stood next to the young boy, wrapping an arm around him. He looked me over carefully, making sure I meant no harm.
''Barca, calm yourself, this is-,''
''The gladiatrix,'' the man named Barca said, the hint of a grin on his handsome face.
''The ludus is still buzzing of your actions today,'' he grinned, talking about the incident with Gnaeus.
My nose scrunched up. ''I have no regrets,'' I simply stated, making the two men laugh. The three of us then found ourselves sitting together, drinking more and more wine with each passing minute and eating til our stomachs' content. I had learned that they were lovers and were by each other's sides nearly all the time. In all honesty, I was jealous. I craved a love like theirs. The thought was quickly removed from my mind. We spoke of how I ended up here, what I thought of the situation. They told me of each warrior, telling me who was to be trusted and who was to be avoided. As Barca pointed out the men, I noticed the lack of two certain warriors. Varro and Spartacus were nowhere in sight. Of course they wouldn't be here, they were decent men. I gulped down another cup of wine. I should've stopped as soon as I consumed that cup, but I didn't. Pietros, Barca, and I laughed harder at absolutely nothing. It became clear that I was drunk and that I had made a huge mistake. Whether I was so intoxicated that I had imagined the sound of music filling the room or not, I will never know. I quickly stood up and began dancing like a fool. If I was in my normal state of my mind, I would've killed myself. However, I was deeply drunk and out of my mind. The others stared at me and cheered me on. Soon, other men danced on the tables with me, I simply continued to dance with Pietros, Barca laughing and sipping his wine as he watched our foolish actions.
''I'm the Queen of wine!'' I laughed hysterically.
''It appears the Queen can't hold her wine very well then,'' Pietros teased.
I laughed and lost my footing, falling off the table. Thankfully, I fell into strong arms. In my drunken state, I simply grinned up at my savoir. My vision blurred and my head rushed. In a daze, I found myself, still in the arms of the man who caught me.
''I'm taking you, little warrior,'' a deep voice purred in my ear.
The words did not faze me, I simply groaned and rested my head against the unknown man's chest. I heard him laugh, the vibrations being felt as I rested my face against his hard chest. I glanced around, seeing the man carry me out of the room. Once we were out, he roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. My eyes were half closed and all I felt his forceful lips on mine in a lustful, sloppy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning when he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I submitted to him immediately. In my mind I was picturing Spartacus holding me, kissing me. And in my state of my mind, I truly believed that it was him. I felt my feet touch the floor as the man pinned me to the wall. He grabbed my thighs and yanked them up, forcing me to wrap my long, smooth legs around him. Out of fear of falling, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned slightly louder when I felt something hard poking my woman hood.
''I'm going to enjoy this, little warrior. By the end of the night your cunt is mine and you will be my whore.''
My eyes widened as I somehow realized who exactly it was that I was holding on to. I fearfully looked up and stared into the eyes of Gnaeus. I opened my mouth to scream for help when he forced his lips on mine again. His enormous hand slipped under my thin dress and squeezed my left breast with such a force that I knew it would bruise. I screamed in his mouth, moving to try and push him off of me. My actions were met with undesired results as he growled in pleasure and ground his hips into mine. Finally, he released my mouth and I gasped for air.
''S-Stop,'' I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks.
''Shut up,'' he snarled, yanking my hair back to expose my neck.
I whimpered when he began sucking at the flesh and biting it, leaving his mark.
''You gave me bruises on my face, I'll bruise your fucking cunt!'' he growled and in an instant I was shoved into his cell, him dropping me on my back on his bed. He pinned my body down with his and I screamed for help. His face twisted in anger as he punched me in my face, shutting me up. I sobbed, feeling him tug down my dress, exposing my breasts to him. I struggled against him, begging him to stop and let me go. He ignored my pleas and pinned my hands with one of his hands as he began suckling on my breast. I gasped at the feeling, my body cold with shock and disgust. I sobbed harder, tears blurring my vision when I realized there was no way out of this, I was going to be deflowered by this pig of a man. I closed my eyes, crying out for help in small whimpers, still struggling against him in vain. I did not see the cell door open. I did not hear the foot steps dash to the bed. All I felt was Gnaeus being thrown off of me. I quickly covered my breasts, fixing my dress. I broke down crying, curling up in a ball. Several grunts could be heard, yelling, cursing and a sickening splatter.
When I felt a hand on my shoulder I flinched and backed up against the wall, crying like an infant. I began begging for mercy, for them to just let me go.
''Cassia!''
I froze, recognizing the voice right away. I looked up, shaking.
''Spartacus.''
