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The whisper of cloth, is perhaps, the most frightening sounds she's ever heard before.
Far beyond his cruel words, and vicious temper. Even more so than the beating that had nearly stolen her life. She knows what sorts of things come from moments such as these. Human hands clutch at the bucket's handle until her knuckles ache. Trixis drew a ragged breath, fighting against the panic that was threatening to overwhelm her. This was, decidedly, out of the norm for her Master.
Perhaps, she had misunderstood what he was doing. Mayhap, he was simply in need of rest.
"Master, Do you-"
"I did not give you permission to speak," he said in voice that was calm and without its usual bite. It was all the more terrifying for it.
Blue eyes swing upward, for a moment, before snapping back toward the ground. She was in the lair of a beast, and it was just neigh on manageable that they were both aware of it.
She had a vague idea of what he wanted, she was not a fool. However, her body recoiled at the idea, knowing what the Drow were capable of when... mating. Like clawed animals or their favored spiders ripping one another apart-
The jolt made her knees buckle, and she nearly dropped the bucket once more. The dark water sloshed, threatening to tip over once more. However, by some act of mercy it remained as it was.
She could sense his crimson-eyes filled with malicious delight, upon her. There was something he craved from her. Trixis could not say why, nor how, but she already understood that Master was enjoying this far too much. The alignment to his Goddess was shining through like a darkened beacon, calling forth more destruction in its wake.
It briefly crossed her mind, to willingly comply and perhaps he would be slightly less cruel. It was instantly discarded.
No. Trixis had never needed to submit for this before. Her luck had held for so very long, and something in her warned that she might become irreparably harmed or tainted if he were to force her to his bed. Whatever he had failed to break, or had been searching to destroy, just might cave under such an act. Or, something might be begotten from it. She had seen a half-drow only once. An Orcish half-drow at that. With marks carved into her skin, signifying her to be of the assassin's class, Trixis believed. But to have gotten that far, the female must have been truly formidable.
They were not treated kindly, the bastard children of slaves, barely above her station.
His outer robe went next, the rich fabric pooled where he stood, unheeded by the Drow Wizard.
"Master," she started again, her voice laden with her obvious discomfort and distrust of the encroaching situation. Taking a step away from him. It clearly was not what he had expected her to do.
"Are you, a mere slave, attempting to deny your Master?"
Yes.
She let out a strangled noise as the collar gave a particularly powerful jolt. She was defying her Master, it made sense the pain would be far worse than just an errant thought or two. If caused bright flashes of color to dance behind her eyelids. As she fought to focus.
"A slave is not permitted to deny their Master," she responded in a labored whisper.
His crimson gaze appraised her. His hands moved to his shirt next, underneath would be bare skin, she knew. She had seen it before.
"Yet, still, you attempt to rile my anger."
"Never, Master." And that much was truth.
"Then you know to submit." The barest hints of a threat he need not voice was well understood between them.
Ye-.. No.
"I-" Her throat worked, clenching painfully for she knew no matter what she voiced, it would not matter in the slightest and already this much of a denial would burn at his pride. The females had taught their males well. How it was to have dominance and control over something beneath you.
She senses the barrier around the room, feeling it ship with his will. His concentration, is a thing to be frightened of. Though he looks at her, it does not stop him from preforming powerful magic. If she had an escape, Trixis instinctually knows it is barred from her now. Her head moves slightly, her gaze sliding toward where the strongest point of the barrier must have been, though she could not see it.
"You can sense it," her master commented idly with a hint of suspicion and praise equally intermixed. "Who are you? What are you?"
His question is a surprise, one that she is not prepared for.
"You own me Master," the humans says quietly. "I am the same as when you were gifted me."
A nearly fluorescently white brow arched in faint amusement. What she spoke was the truth. He had been gifted the human, as a slave, and as a token of 'generosity' of the house he was to join. However, nothing in the under dark came without a price. What he had done to earn such a favor was likely something Trixis never wanted to know. Should never see the light of the above world.
Trixis was a human female. There was nothing special about her from the Drow perspective in the slightest. In fact, by their standards she would have been remarkably plain compared the to the urethral beauty of his kind. Not worth his time nor attention. She had kept that status for years now. However, it was on the precipice of being forcibly stripped from her.
"Yet, you live."
Confusion echoed through her thoughts at his statement. She fidgeted uncomfortably. Not fully comprehending what was meant by that statement. He took a step forward. Trixis mirrored by taking another step backward.
It was an imprudent move, for he grinned.
This was clearly a path that lead to misery. Trixis clutched at the bucket once more, trying to keep it between her and her Master. The Drow male let loose a low chuckle.
"You think a bucket will keep me from what is my right? What is owned by me?"
Without thinking, her mouth uttered words she never would have dared speak before.
"It is all I have, to fend you off, Master."
He stared at her a moment, and Trixis's gaze slowly moved upward, until she could make out the tip of his chin. She had no wish to meet his gaze, nor see the fury that would be burning in those crimson orbs.
Perhaps it was the ridiculousness of the statement, or the face that it was only blunt honesty, but it caused Master Filinid to laugh. Laugh, as one might pause to guffaw at a humorous sight or the well told story of a particularly talented bard.
Something shifted, and she took another step away from him.
"Therefore," her master commented in a voice that spoke a breadth of sin and wickedness. "You are daring to deny your Master? You admit this?"
The human nodded slowly.
"With a Bucket, and a rag, Master." She stated with a valiant attempt to keep her voice from trembling.
No one would dare defy him, and here she was, attempting to stave him off for a moment. A foolish moment that would accomplish absolutely nothing. Her master was exceedingly powerful, when compared to her.
"You think yourself my equal?" He hissed out, his humor lost at her continued slight refusal.
Trixis shook her head, her hair moved with the motion.
"You and I would never be on equal footing, Master."
Something in her tugged, filling her with the understanding that her words were not incorrect. Though her Master would likely interpret her meaning differently. His head tilted slightly, as if he were pondering what she hoped to accomplish. They both knew she hadn't a position to stand upon. He could easily choose to give her over to the guards, if it were his whim.
That would ... that would be something that even her worst nightmares dared not broach.
He drew up to his full height, slightly taller than herself, but only by a finger width. Possibly two.
"I command you to submit." He said with a menace that caused her to shudder. The dark intent in the words could not be mistaken. It would not be something that Trixis would enjoy.
It pulses within her, and her lips quiver. Blue eyes move upward, looking up at him for the first time since she'd found her voice. Blue clashed with vivid red, terrified eyes warred with ones that knew they would get what they wanted. Surety held the potential to be a terrible thing.
"Master-"
"Your hesitance is highly displeasing."
She wasn't entirely certain why he had expected or wanted anything different. What did her hesitancy matter to him?
Well, then she was about to make him very unhappy. She glanced to the side, and kept her mock-shield between them. Trixis logically knew that he could simply knock the bucket out of her hand and drag her to his bed. Kicking and screaming. Which was high on her list of fall back plans at the moment. Or, there was always the age-old standby of trying to wheedle her way out.
A sinking feeling warned her that it might not work. She could sense a lingering evil about him, perhaps he had been with the priestess recently. The hint of barely constrained cruelty in his gaze was enough to add fuel to that thought. However, it was not as if she had a list of options at her disposal.
"Master, this slave begs you to release her, I... I will find you a suitable bed mate."
And, just as she had feared, he moved forward. Trixis dropped the bucket, hardly noticing the water that splashed over the floor. Nor did her Master, as she darted to the other side of the room. She could not leave. Her collar burned at her throat, a heavy sensation but not filled with the painful arcane jolting. She refused to think, allowing instinct to keep her moving. And, like a twisted child's game, he chased after her.
It wasn't as if she could leave, at any rate.
Her feet moved nimbly as she rounded his bed, with her Master hot on her heels. He was faster, and over took her rather easily. Trixis squirmed, attempting to get away, but his hand was around her arm, yanking her back toward him. A Drow never did anything without purpose or that did not benefit them.
"Master," she gasped, trying to dissuade him, without fighting over much, lest he attempt to truly end her life. As he had of the last human woman. Tears sprung in her eyes, as she fought against the violation that his tongue licking at the soft skin of her neck, followed by the sharp pain of a quick bite at the same area. She'd never been touched this way and it was frightening and intrusive.
"The Priestess would not take kindly to sharing you," the human attempted to reason desperately. As his hands moved down to where her thin garb was tied roughly, to keep from coming open on the top.
The sense that this had to stop fills her thoughts, for her Master pays no heed to her words. His hand circles around her wrists, they hold her painfully tight, and she knows she will bruise. As the other hand sees fit to strip her of the flimsy barriers between them. The richness of his spider silk was a far cry different from the coarse blend of burlap that grated against her skin daily.
She is somehow slight, compared to her Master. He has seen battle and trained in ways that she does not know, nor understand. While Trixis was a house slave, used only to menial chores that roughened her hands, and the meager rations she was given did nothing to make her build any sort of muscle that would be noticeable. It was her disadvantage, that she also did not know the first thing about fighting one off.
Her eyes widened, as his fingers touched places upon her person that had been, until this night, kept protected by her uncanny luck. Which appeared to have turned against her. His teeth nipped at skin, causing her to let out a noise or two of distress. His red eyes filled her vision, as he turned her around, refusing to break his hold on her for very long. The moment he had, Trixis tried to scramble away, but was unable to get far at all.
His hands grabbed at her legs, and she made a vain attempt to kick at him, but he skillfully avoided the blind attempt. Pulling her closer, her legs parted at his grip moved to her thighs. She tried to push at his chest, to keep him away. However, it garnered her nothing. She knew that she could not stop him.
'Tyr, most wondrous God, help!' She prayed, against the grating panic.
Her Master stilled. As if her silent plea had been answered, there was a disturbance at his wards that caused him to pause. However, he kept her pinned beneath him. His shockingly white hair, tickled at her cheek as she laid there attempting not to draw attention to herself again.
"Master Yauntykur," A gruff voice called from the other side.
Her Master bit back a curse. Trixis could only stare as magic gathered about him, some spell that flickered through her thoughts as one of those he had used on her. Not so long ago. She shuddered involuntarily. His crimson gaze cut across the small amount of space that separated them. He seemed even more fierce with the expression of frustrated lust on his face.
Trixis could hardly breathe.
"Master, there is a problem with one of the mages. The Ilharn requires you to deal with the-"
Her Master ceased listening, as his ragged breathing calmed as well, Drow eyes clashed with human.
"You truly are," he said in a gruff and begrudging manner, "an extremely fortunate human."
She trembled under his hold, as he leaned down. His lips caressed the outer shell of her ear, rounded where his was pointed, before he bit it harshly. She winced and tried to move away from the horrid sensation.
"But it will not save you from me again." Her Master warned her lowly.
Trixis very nearly believed him.
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Out.
She had to get out.
After fixing what she could of her clothing, she'd searched high and low, for a way out.
However, she could not leave his quarters. She had tried, but the door would not open. He'd redressed as she'd sat curling her legs up toward her chest, and pulling a sheet over to cover her state of undress. For now, she was still unharmed, but she could not say how much longer that would last. Not long, if the smoldering glance he'd given her was anything to go by.
How could she escape him? She'd never make it out alive, even if she got out of the room. There was the rest of the house, and outside of this prison was the city. Beyond that, was the Under Dark itself. She moved to her knees, praying to Tyr with all her might. Hoping against hope that even though she could not see a way out, that she might yet be allowed to remain in some aspects, unscathed.
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Her Master is, blessedly-
"Tyr's might!" She hissed quietly, against the pain. Damned collar!
He was gone for far longer than she anticipated, and she begins to wonder what might have occurred to keep him so long, even though she is in no rush to have him back. She senses the shift in the barrier, and worried that her thoughts had summoned him somehow. Trixis drew away from the door, hoping to hide in the shadow and slip out. Perhaps she might get slain by the guard instead of forced into the position of bed slave.
Drow went through those at an alarming rate.
The door slid open easily, and she did not recognize the male that came forward as she held her breath, human eyes barely able to keep from staring at the interloper. That was followed by another. Two males? In her Master's quarters? A keen sense of dread filled her. Trixis slowly moved one foot in front of the other. She slid it across the floor, so as not to make a sound. The Drow males made their way toward her Master's reagents, as she took the chance to try an bolt.
It was like being hit in the face with a brick wall. She let out a soft cry, as the barrier prevented her from leaving. She shook her head, feeling as if she had just been slightly bludgeoned, which from a magical perspective, she had.
Unforgiving eyes moved toward her prone form.
"He did warn us she would try to run."
The second male snorted in amusement.
"What a worthless human," he said as if speaking about some animal at the market. Contempt laden in his words.
Said human heard every word, and slowly moved to a sitting position. A sense of despair filled her thoughts.
She truly wasn't getting out of here. It would only be a matter of time before her Master returned, and she still had no way to stop him from taking what he wanted. Which was her. Though she had no idea what possessed him to want her, when he had elven women of great beauty all about him and the Priestess of the house had brought him to her bed.
Why in the hels, would he want a human slave? She rubbed a hand over her arm, stifling the urge to weep. She would not break to him. She would pray to her God, a litany that spun from the depths of her heart and soul. One of thanks for the times he had saved her already, even if Tyr could not spare her again, she was grateful for him. The sense of calmness settled over her like a blanket. There was nothing she could do to prevent his desires, but she could do her best to remain whole afterward.
But she earnestly hoped it would not come to that. Perhaps whatever strange need had gripped him, would be gone by the time he returned?
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She fell into a sleep that only the frightened and exhausted know. One that robs of any true rest, but it enough that they were not easily roused. She had managed to stay awake for over a day. A full passage of time in the Under dark, where she had nothing to occupy her thoughts but the sense of impending doom that would not leave. The Darfellan had come by, attempting to free her once, but she had shooed him away.
Master would kill him for such a thing, if he managed it. Which she doubted that he could.
Trixis prayed. She prayed and kept her thoughts toward her God and not toward the follower of Lolth that would eventually come for her. The thought of taking her own life skirted on the edge, but that something in her was growing. It wasn't time yet, too soon and Trixis knew that everything would be for naught. Though she did not understand what would be lost, or what her part in it was. Only that it needed more time.
Even at the cost of-
But it could taint her, and break a part of her that would never be able to move past this, and that concerned her greatly.
She went around and round her thoughts, until she could no longer keep her eyes open. She fell asleep praying that Tyr's will and grace guide her.
She awoke to the fiendish crimson eyes of her Master, so close that she could count his lashes. She drew a shuddering breath, and turned her head away. His nearly fluorescently white hair tickled across her cheek.
