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Looking up at the ceiling, Clair only saw stone. The walls were stone; the floor was stone. She longed for the sky, pale blue or dusty gray, sun or no sun.
She'd been in this huge...building for about two days now, never once coming upon a door that led anywhere but to another empty corridor or a tomb of some sort. There were no windows. Although it really wasn't that big over the ground, it went deep, deep under the ground. More than two stories that stretched out.
Her master, Marik, had been easy on her so far. She had been asked to rest and she had only cooked the meals the first day. On this second day, she'd done nothing much more than sit in her room. There was more to come, she was sure of it. It was only a few hours into the day, but already the other slaves were working. She had been called to prepare breakfast before the sun was up, and she had been led to Marik's sleeping quarters to tidy up. Now, in her room without her roommate, Kaylie, the guard of the scrolls or books of this place, Clair was suddenly gripped with a longing. She longed for the olden days, the times she'd spent carefree and happy, though still slave bound. The days where she had friends.
She couldn't really count Kaylie as a friend. The only reason the older girl tolerated her was because it was Marik's wish. It was a relief that she wouldn't be back until sundown. Then there was the sound of the door opening.
"Master would like a word with you. Quickly, now! Mustn't keep him waiting."
It was Kaylie, her stern voice as ordering, yet as calm, as ever. Clair had no clue what this was about, and the doubt showed on her face.
"I said quickly!" Kaylie snapped. "He's been waiting for you!"
Clair nodded and allowed Kaylie to lead her out of the room they shared. They walked through a maze of passages, so complex that Clair couldn't keep them straight, and soon arrived at a room filled with many books with ancient writing on them. Some were opened, but most were closed and stacked. As she looked about, Clair didn't notice Kaylie leave.
Marik was sitting at a round table, books spread out in front of him. He didn't look up, but his body language told her that Marik was indeed aware of her presence. He appeared to be reading some sort of note or letter, which he held over the book.
When he spoke, he stated, "Seto Kaiba has requested a slave for his pleasure."
Clair blinked. Who was this Seto person? A pleasure slave? She backed up a step.
"He is in Egypt, the assistant to the Pharaoh Yami. Would you like to go to Egypt, girl?" Marik continued.
Clair caught on. She would be in the royal Palace! "Sure!" she replied excitedly, before catching herself. She stooped and bowed her head to Marik's back. "Sorry, please forgive my rudeness. Yes, Master. I would like to."
Marik nodded. He hadn't been giving her a real choice in the matter. He was to train her to attend to Kaiba's every need and send her off to Egypt. "Very well. We'll leave as soon as your training is complete."
"Training?" Clair paused, then added, "Master, if I may ask a question, what kind of training would I need?"
Marik hesitated, considering. "There'll be only so much I can teach you, understood. The rest you will receive in further training from Kaiba himself or one of his slaves. But I will tell you this. Whatever he wishes, give it to him."
Clair bent in a half bow; Marik had turned in his chair to look at her. "Yes Master."
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"First off, if Seto Kaiba has any feelings he needs to get out, which isn't very often or large in amount, you'll have to be there to take it. If he needs to punch something, you're his punching bag. If he needs to screw something, you're his plaything. In times of anger, joy, sexuality- anything, you have to be there to take it. Not to mention that you, along with a selected few, will have to learn certain tricks or whatever to perform at parties."
Clair nodded. This was what she'd been afraid of. She was still a virgin, and she didn't like the sound of this guy. "Master, a question?" At Marik's nod, she added, "You have trained slaves before, then?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. But only a few were of any use. People are to weak these days." There was a slight tone to his voice that Clair didn't like, one that she hadn't noticed before. It sounded mean and brutal, unlike the voice she'd grown used to.
After telling her the time she should start dinner that night, Marik sent Clair back to her room. She wouldn't start her training until later that week. But, nonetheless, Clair didn't go to her room. She turned away from the stairs that would lead her up to her stone room, the slaves' quarters, and walked down a narrow hallway. At the end, she saw one single line of light. It was in a rectangle shape, and she faintly remembered the outline from somewhere. As she walked closer, she suddenly remembered it was a door that led to the outside world! It had only been two days since she'd been sentenced to this place, but she had never really had much experience with doors. It was mostly wide-open doorways or tent flaps.
Clair hulled on the large handle, but it didn't move more than an inch. This must have been why she hadn't found any doors; they were all so tightly closed, so heavy and thick, that she'd thought they were actually part of the walls themselves! She tugged again and the door opened. Sunlight! She felt she could whoop for joy.
Stepping lightly onto the sandy, unpaved road, she let the rays warm her body. The sand was warm beneath her feet, but she didn't know what country or anything that she was in. After a moment's thought, she dismissed it.
It was harder to blend in with the small crowd in the even smaller town. It seemed that no slaves were allowed out or, at lease not at this time of day. The sun was just starting to edge down across the sky.
Clad in what Marik had given her as clothes- a thin, tight strap around her upper body, and a sash that hung lower in the middle part front and back, but showed both her thighs- she was out of place. The others had dresses or cloaks of green, red or blue and many, many gold chains. She heard money clang and the voices of numerous men and women talking and arguing as she walked through the throng. There were a few that appeared to be drunk, the way they were staggering about or swinging loose punches at a neighbor.
Just as she began to get into the swing of things, a hand touched her shoulder. She jumped and whirled around. It was Marik.
"There's not much to see here. Wait for Egypt." He smirked and led her from the starring crowd.
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"Lucky you didn't get yourself whipped silly, kid," Kaylie told Clair later, after dinner and as they were getting ready for bed. "Sharon went off into the marketplace once. Master found her there. She got taken home and whipped good. Never seen more hopeless eyes...."
Sharon, Clair guessed, was one of the older slaves. She nodded, showing she had heard what had been said although she highly doubted Kaylie cared one way or another. She seemed quite annoyed that Clair had escaped a good whipping. Clair laid her head back down on the cot and closed her eyes. It was just as she was drifting off to sleep that Kaylie added, "He must be quite fond of you, Clair, to not have beat the crap outta you AND to be taking you to Egypt."
Clair drifted off to sleep and dreamed of Joey. He was with a group of girls, sitting in a hot tub. Clair was among them, chatting idly. There were no worries, no fears.
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Looking up at the ceiling, Clair only saw stone. The walls were stone; the floor was stone. She longed for the sky, pale blue or dusty gray, sun or no sun.
She'd been in this huge...building for about two days now, never once coming upon a door that led anywhere but to another empty corridor or a tomb of some sort. There were no windows. Although it really wasn't that big over the ground, it went deep, deep under the ground. More than two stories that stretched out.
Her master, Marik, had been easy on her so far. She had been asked to rest and she had only cooked the meals the first day. On this second day, she'd done nothing much more than sit in her room. There was more to come, she was sure of it. It was only a few hours into the day, but already the other slaves were working. She had been called to prepare breakfast before the sun was up, and she had been led to Marik's sleeping quarters to tidy up. Now, in her room without her roommate, Kaylie, the guard of the scrolls or books of this place, Clair was suddenly gripped with a longing. She longed for the olden days, the times she'd spent carefree and happy, though still slave bound. The days where she had friends.
She couldn't really count Kaylie as a friend. The only reason the older girl tolerated her was because it was Marik's wish. It was a relief that she wouldn't be back until sundown. Then there was the sound of the door opening.
"Master would like a word with you. Quickly, now! Mustn't keep him waiting."
It was Kaylie, her stern voice as ordering, yet as calm, as ever. Clair had no clue what this was about, and the doubt showed on her face.
"I said quickly!" Kaylie snapped. "He's been waiting for you!"
Clair nodded and allowed Kaylie to lead her out of the room they shared. They walked through a maze of passages, so complex that Clair couldn't keep them straight, and soon arrived at a room filled with many books with ancient writing on them. Some were opened, but most were closed and stacked. As she looked about, Clair didn't notice Kaylie leave.
Marik was sitting at a round table, books spread out in front of him. He didn't look up, but his body language told her that Marik was indeed aware of her presence. He appeared to be reading some sort of note or letter, which he held over the book.
When he spoke, he stated, "Seto Kaiba has requested a slave for his pleasure."
Clair blinked. Who was this Seto person? A pleasure slave? She backed up a step.
"He is in Egypt, the assistant to the Pharaoh Yami. Would you like to go to Egypt, girl?" Marik continued.
Clair caught on. She would be in the royal Palace! "Sure!" she replied excitedly, before catching herself. She stooped and bowed her head to Marik's back. "Sorry, please forgive my rudeness. Yes, Master. I would like to."
Marik nodded. He hadn't been giving her a real choice in the matter. He was to train her to attend to Kaiba's every need and send her off to Egypt. "Very well. We'll leave as soon as your training is complete."
"Training?" Clair paused, then added, "Master, if I may ask a question, what kind of training would I need?"
Marik hesitated, considering. "There'll be only so much I can teach you, understood. The rest you will receive in further training from Kaiba himself or one of his slaves. But I will tell you this. Whatever he wishes, give it to him."
Clair bent in a half bow; Marik had turned in his chair to look at her. "Yes Master."
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"First off, if Seto Kaiba has any feelings he needs to get out, which isn't very often or large in amount, you'll have to be there to take it. If he needs to punch something, you're his punching bag. If he needs to screw something, you're his plaything. In times of anger, joy, sexuality- anything, you have to be there to take it. Not to mention that you, along with a selected few, will have to learn certain tricks or whatever to perform at parties."
Clair nodded. This was what she'd been afraid of. She was still a virgin, and she didn't like the sound of this guy. "Master, a question?" At Marik's nod, she added, "You have trained slaves before, then?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have. But only a few were of any use. People are to weak these days." There was a slight tone to his voice that Clair didn't like, one that she hadn't noticed before. It sounded mean and brutal, unlike the voice she'd grown used to.
After telling her the time she should start dinner that night, Marik sent Clair back to her room. She wouldn't start her training until later that week. But, nonetheless, Clair didn't go to her room. She turned away from the stairs that would lead her up to her stone room, the slaves' quarters, and walked down a narrow hallway. At the end, she saw one single line of light. It was in a rectangle shape, and she faintly remembered the outline from somewhere. As she walked closer, she suddenly remembered it was a door that led to the outside world! It had only been two days since she'd been sentenced to this place, but she had never really had much experience with doors. It was mostly wide-open doorways or tent flaps.
Clair hulled on the large handle, but it didn't move more than an inch. This must have been why she hadn't found any doors; they were all so tightly closed, so heavy and thick, that she'd thought they were actually part of the walls themselves! She tugged again and the door opened. Sunlight! She felt she could whoop for joy.
Stepping lightly onto the sandy, unpaved road, she let the rays warm her body. The sand was warm beneath her feet, but she didn't know what country or anything that she was in. After a moment's thought, she dismissed it.
It was harder to blend in with the small crowd in the even smaller town. It seemed that no slaves were allowed out or, at lease not at this time of day. The sun was just starting to edge down across the sky.
Clad in what Marik had given her as clothes- a thin, tight strap around her upper body, and a sash that hung lower in the middle part front and back, but showed both her thighs- she was out of place. The others had dresses or cloaks of green, red or blue and many, many gold chains. She heard money clang and the voices of numerous men and women talking and arguing as she walked through the throng. There were a few that appeared to be drunk, the way they were staggering about or swinging loose punches at a neighbor.
Just as she began to get into the swing of things, a hand touched her shoulder. She jumped and whirled around. It was Marik.
"There's not much to see here. Wait for Egypt." He smirked and led her from the starring crowd.
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"Lucky you didn't get yourself whipped silly, kid," Kaylie told Clair later, after dinner and as they were getting ready for bed. "Sharon went off into the marketplace once. Master found her there. She got taken home and whipped good. Never seen more hopeless eyes...."
Sharon, Clair guessed, was one of the older slaves. She nodded, showing she had heard what had been said although she highly doubted Kaylie cared one way or another. She seemed quite annoyed that Clair had escaped a good whipping. Clair laid her head back down on the cot and closed her eyes. It was just as she was drifting off to sleep that Kaylie added, "He must be quite fond of you, Clair, to not have beat the crap outta you AND to be taking you to Egypt."
Clair drifted off to sleep and dreamed of Joey. He was with a group of girls, sitting in a hot tub. Clair was among them, chatting idly. There were no worries, no fears.
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