After waking up tied up in a dark, moldy basement and finding out Thrax stole my skinny jeans for himself, I found a new pair of pants and got to work writing this chapter. I hope you like it!
Carlie emerged from the bathroom feeling better. She wanted to confront Thrax about looking at her in the bath, but thought better of it. Thrax grabbed her hand and spun her around. She was wearing a long, long-sleeved gray button up shirt and skinny jeans (Hey! those are mine!) and some black flats.
"Ooh, baby! You lookin fine today! I did a pretty good job, didn't I?" Thrax said. Carlie smiled. She never got compliments. "I'm gonna have to show you off now!" Thrax kissed the top of her hand and led her out the door.
When they arrived in the living room where everyone was gathered, Carlie looked around. Some men were sitting at a table playing cards, one man with a red bandana and a braided beard was gesturing wildly while telling a girl on his lap some crazy story, and everyone else was just relaxing with a girl or a drink. When they saw Thrax come in with Carlie, people stared. It wasn't as if he never had a girl before, but it was the fact that Carlie was wearing new, less revealing clothes. Thrax sat in his favorite chair with Carlie sitting on the arm rest when one man was brave enough to ask, "So, what'd she have to do for you to get her new clothes?" He took a drink from his cup.
"She's my daughter." Thrax answered flatly. The man spit his drink out. Jafar stood up.
"Are you really going to believe some... servant girl who just claims she's your daughter? How do you know she's not lying?" Jafar glared at Carlie.
"Because," Thrax said, putting a protective arm around Carlie. "You all know the punishment for lying to me." Carlie knew. She'd heard the stories many times. It was torture. It was meant to go on for so long, you beg for death.
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Carlie woke up feeling uneasy. It was two in the morning and she couldn't think of any reason why she woke up. Her father's protective arm was around her waist. Something felt wrong. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt? Suddenly, the memories seeped back into her mind. She woke up because she had a nightmare...
She was running. Suddenly a clawed hand reached for her arm and threw her onto a large bed. Snake-like chains wrapped themselves around her upper body, leaving her lower half exposed. A black mass appeared at the foot of the bed. She felt the claws feeling the top of her pants and moving down towards her legs. She screamed and the chains turned into her father's arm and the figure disappeared.
Carlie moved in closer to Thrax and tried to go back to sleep. Thrax, however, was wide awake. He watched her sleep, watched her wake from her dream, a nightmare that was most likely about him.
A.N.: I'm starting to repeat myself. My scenes with Thrax almost all sound the same. I'm changing it soon, though. I've been reading Kisa-Hana-chan's Difficult Desicions and had an idea I was saving for a different story of mine, but it would make this story a little more interesting.
