description: slavery has been outlawed in Araluen; however, there are still those few that own them, and of course there are illegal slave traders. what happens when King Duncan and his group come upon a young slave that has them all falling in love with him, even the emotionless Halt? a young slave has somehow found himself to be the company of the king and some of his men, what will happen to him? and just exactly who it this slave?
warning: punishment of slave, mentions of inappropriate touching, blood, memories, beatings, and so on. ALMOST RAPE!
disclaimer: all known characters belong to author, John Flanagan! not me!
Daniel Thorn's P_O_V:
(story)
I looked down at my son and smirked. he is currently tied to a post in our back shed, with his shirt stripped off. he has a gag in his mouth and tears are rolling steadily down his cheeks. my smirk grows wider as I bring my whip down across his back once home, relishing the cry of pain that escapes through his gag. as I brought the whip down on my sons bleeding back once more, I thought of what had lead to this.
Will is my only son, and one time he had been my pride and joy, but then the war ended, and I realized that his mothers death was all his fault. Will's mother died giving birth to him, and up until the end of the war I never really realized that Will should have been the one who died, not his mother.
with these thoughts in mind I brought the whip down again and again, until Will passed out from the pain. I smirked, knowing that he would eventually get used to pain and then he wouldn't be such a disgrace.
(end story/flash back)
"I think he was about five when I first hurt the brat, it was right after the war ended, when I realized that it was because of him that I was all alone." I said as I finished telling the men about the first time I ever hurt my son. the trial had just started and before anyone could talk I had begun telling them all about the first time I ever hurt Will, smiling at the looks of disgust and horror that appeared on their faces.
"but you weren't alone you bast*rd!" one of the knights exclaimed loudly. "you had a son that needed you and all you did was f***ing abuse him instead of treating him like the child he was. do you have any idea how much you've ruined your son's life?"
the king went to speak but I held up my hand before cutting him off.
"of course I know how much I've ruined his life, but if I could I would do it all again." as almost all of them growled, I saw my chance. while I had been telling them my story I had been using a hidden knife to cut the ropes around my wrists. as I was talking Will had been moving into himself more and more, and he had also been moving farther and farther away from the King and his men. the kings men didn't seem to notice, and none of them seemed to notice that as they got angrier and angrier they moved farther and farther away from me so they didn't kill me. now there were almost no one beside me, and I had enough room to carry out my plan. throwing my elbow back into the stomach of Ranger Halt, I then lunged forward and wrapped my arm around my son's chest, before positioning my hidden knife at his throat.
"don't move or I'll cut his throat." I growled, before I began to slowly move backwards, keeping William pressed tightly to me so he couldn't escape. I know that I should just escape, but I can't resist tormenting the men before me. "you know, I love torturing this damn boy."
I smirked as I suddenly had an amazing idea come to me. I stopped moving backwards and instead moved forward a little. the smirk on my face seemed to scare a few of the men, and their hands went to their swords and their faced turned to pure hatred. I laughed.
"I suddenly have an amazing idea." I spoke with a laugh and I feel worm inside when I see the looks of fear and apprehension appear on the faces of the men. "since you are all so interested in what I've done to young William through-out the years, you are all going to sit and listen as I tell you, I'm sure you will love listening. unfortunately, I don't have enough time to tell you the stories all the way through, but I can quickly tell you Williams life story, perhaps then you won't think so highly of him."
one of the men opened their mouth to speak but I pressed my knife into Will's throat a little more.
"you are all going to remain quiet or else pretty boy here is going to be one head short." I laughed at my smart remark, and pulled the knife back a little. I looked at all the men so they could see in my eyes that I'm not joking and that I will not hesitate to kill my own son. "now where to begin?"
I thought back and smirked as I decided the best way to get to these men.
"as I've already told you, William was about five the first time I struck him. his cry's were so beautiful. but not as beautiful as some of the screams I got out of him as he grew older. not, why don't we go down a short of timeline of William's life?."
"he was about five the first time I struck him, and I whipped him just because I finally realized that it was his fault that his mother was dead, and that if he had died I would still ave my beloved wife." I sighed sadly as I thought back on my wife, and the day our son was born. my wife had loved him for the five minutes she had held him before she died. coming out of my once fond memories, I smirked and continued on with what I believed to be my tormenting of the men before me. "when he was five I also found that it was very fun to beat young Will until he was unable to more, and sobbing from so much pain that he couldn't even fall unconscious."
the men all became even more angry at that last piece of information, and that caused me great pleasure.
"he was six when I started putting him to work. at first I just made him do the tasks around the farm, but after a while I found that I could actually make a profit off of him, so I began to sell him out as a laborer to other people that were willing to pay for a few hours of him help." I smirked before speaking once more. "see, I told you it was a short time-line. William has spent the last nine years working for me and getting sold out to other men, while getting beaten every night. now, I think it's time for me to be going."
DAMN, it is hard to type with only one hand while the other is trapped under a baby. I should get this chapter up Sunday so enjoy your week. oh, and happy birthday to anyone with one next week.
I start to back up with William still pressed tightly too me, but before I can go more than a few steps the brat speaks.
"you are forgetting something father." the brat says. and curious, I just have to know what it is.
"and what am I forgetting boy?" I asked mockingly, before I laugh cruelly. "to tell them how I not only sold you out for work, but that right before I sold you as a slave I was thinking of lending you as a play-toy to some of the men around town?"
"no." William's voice is calm and collected, and it scares me. before I can react Will slams his elbow back into my stomach and twists my wrist until it is behind my back and he is using it to keep me on the ground. I manage to lift my head enough to look at the brat as he speaks. "you forgot that one of the men you lent me to the most was a Ranger, and what you didn't know was that the Ranger taught me while I was working for him, because he believed I have what it takes to be an apprentice. that, is what you forgot, father."
the last word was said as a curse, but I didn't laugh for we were now once more surrounded by the other men in the camp. the king speaks.
"the choice is yours Will." King Duncan said. "it is up to you whether this Bast**d hangs in that yonder tree, or is carted back to the Castle and put to work as slave labor. what is your decision?"
"I want him to..."
there you go. and I just had to share this. my brother and I share a birthday but we never have it on the same day (usually about a week apart), and so we are celebrating my brothers birthday on Monday and I made him this awesome cake that has a cave with a nest and eggs in side of it, and surrounding it are foot prints and a dragon is standing right in front of the cave. it looks amazing. anyways, enjoy your weeks.
