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Kaya
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Kalila was facing the king of the Huns' doors to his chambers once more. All day, she remained in her quarters, trying to ignore the other women talking behind her back. They were saying sarcastically how sad it would be when he decided to kill her after he had his pleasure and if she was not pleasing enough, it would be a very painful death. She was trembling with fear. She heard many stories about Attila killing his lovers after taking them, both in the wives chambers and at home. In her country, this king was called a tyrant.
A guard opened to her, she thought his name was Orestes, but she was not sure. She had this awful problem not remembering names.
-"The king is waiting for you." The man said simply, letting her enter
Attila was standing his back on her on the other side of the room, looking outside through a wide window. To her right, she saw that some of her things had been brought there, things she remembered having left at her old house, her father's house. The king suddenly turned toward her, his hands folded in his back, his eyes following her as she moved further in the room and to her things.
-"One of your father's servants came with these this morning." Attila said, walking to her side. "You father told me to give you his blessings."
Kalila snorted and repressed a nervous laugh. Her father… she hated him now, his blessing meant nothing to her. Turning away from the crest her father's slave brought, her gaze fell on the bed, which was in the middle of the room. What she heard in the women's quarters came back to her mind and she began trembling. She would die tonight! She was not ready to die, least of all at the hand of this king…
Attila saw her pale. She must've heard about my new habits… he thought. But he could not care less if she feared him. Having her scared was probably a good thing. If she feared him so, she would probably not attempt to his life. He was in complete control and that thought was really arousing him. Attila went to the bed, removed his belt and tunic, then lay on the fur covers, facing the young woman with a wicked grin. Her eyes were glued to the floor, her fingers fidgeting with one of the gold bracelet she was wearing.
-"Come here, girl." He said, popping himself up on one elbow
Kalila tried to move, but found she was frozen into place. Fear was violently taking over her, but she unexpectedly managed not to break into hysterical sobbing. Yet, a few tears did escape her eyes.
-"Don't make me go over there." Attila growled. "Come here, before I loose patience."
Slowly and reluctantly, Kalila walked to the bed, hoping her legs would not give up on her. She finally sat down, her back to the king of the Huns. She felt him come closer, his hands reaching her shoulders, which he gripped tightly. He knew what she feared, but he wanted her to say it, so he asked and to his surprise, she answered.
-"I…I am not ready…to…die." She mumbled as tears made hot trails down her livid cheeks
-"I do not kill princesses." Attila declared
-"Is that suppose to reassure me, your majesty?" She asked before she could help it, biting her lower lip
-"It should." He smirked as he reached for the ties of her dress. "Tonight, I am making you mine. You will show me respect and remain loyal to me."
He lowered the dress from her shoulders and shoved her roughly onto the mattress, straddling her thighs, holding her hands over her head.
-"Submit to me freely, princess and I might make it pleasurable for you too."
Kalila shut her eyes closed tightly as he undressed her not so gently and began touching her in ways she could not describe with words. This was it, Attila the Hun was slowly making her one of his slaves. With a title, maybe, but slave nonetheless.