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Comes to claim
Several weeks passed before I was fully healed. Despite the pain and the bruises, the time away from Dilandau was great. There was no fear, no worry, no anything. Except during those days when Dilandau sent someone to check on me, but it was worse on those rare occasions when Dilandau himself came to check and see how I was doing. My body would go numb and I would lose my voice until he was gone. The whole process was bittersweet. On one hand, I was recovering nicely, and would be back to normal. On the other, I would have to go back to Dilandau, to being his slave. What would happen to me the next time Dilandau beat me like that? What if he didn't stop, or there was no one around to help me when he did.
Through the questions and the turmoil, Folken was a good help. He would try to visit me whenever possible and he made sure I was taken care of. I think I really liked Folken. Despite the coldness on the surface, I just knew that there was warmth somewhere within him. There had to be, after all, he did save me.
But as with everything else, all good things must come to an end. After the weeks had gone by, and I had recovered, I found myself facing a very cocky Dilandau. "Well, well," He said looking over me, "it looks like you've recovered." He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. "So, I guess that means your ready to come back with me." I felt the nausea rising inside me, but hid it as best as I could. Folken wasn't there, and I prayed that he would come through the door and rescue me away from my tyrant of a master. He didn't.
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Dilandau had a death grip on my hand as he led me back to my chambers. "M-Master," I squeaked, "you're hurting me." Dilandau glanced at me, a flicker in those magenta eyes. "I'm sorry," he said in a mocking tone of voice, "I wouldn't want to injure you after you've just gotten out of the infirmary. Despite his sarcasm, he did loosen his grip.
When we arrived back at my chambers, I noted that everything was nice and neat, no blood anywhere. I looked timidly around my room, readjusting to the sight. The door shut and I looked to see Dilandau loosening his armor. A tingling dread shot up my spine. I took a step back. "Please Master, don't," I said, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "please not now. I've only just come back. Must you-" "Oh, but Ayami," Dilandau said slowly removing his armor, "you've been gone for quite some time. You have so much to make up for." He removed his shirt, and beckoned me with his fingers. "Come here," he said with a sly smile, "let me welcome you back properly."
I hesitated, trembling where I stood. "Please," I pleaded. He frowned. "Really, Ayami," he said in a cold angry voice, "for someone who dislikes the results of disobedience, you certainly insist on bringing them upon yourself. Come here, now." I approached him slowly and fearfully. I got so close to him and then he pulled me the rest of the way to him, brushing my body roughly against his own. I sobbed involuntarily as he pushed me to my knees. "Pleasure me," he said. I blinked at him, the shock of being in the situation again had frozen my sense of anything. When the realization of what he was asking for dawned on me, I shook my head rapidly. "N-no, please don't ask me to-" A slap silence my begging. "I didn't ask," He said darkly, "I told you. Do it. Now." Trembling fingers found their way as they unfastened Dilandau's pants...
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I fumbled to put my clothes back on, Dilandau lay motionless in my bed, seemingly asleep. I glanced at him as I rushed to dress myself. How odd it was that he could appear as angelic as he did in his sleep, but it didn't matter. I knew that he was capable of rivaling the most hideous of demons.
I was fully dressed as I crept towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned to see Dilandau glancing at me. His eyes gave him the look of someone very tired, but I knew that if he wanted to stop me, he could. "I...I need to go out for a walk or something. I didn't want to disturb you." "I'm sure that's true," Dilandau replied with sleepy sarcasm. He sighed and rolled on his side, looking at me. I stood absolutely still. He chuckled after a few moments and said, "Why not? Go ahead, and try not to get into any trouble this time." I nodded quickly and rushed out the door.
It wasn't until I was outside of the room that I felt a tightness in my lungs loosen and found myself able to breathe easier. As I walked down the hallway, adjusting my clothing, I passed only a few people, a couple of them Dilandau's men. I looked away and they did the same as we passed each other. It was clear that they understood fully that I was off limits.
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I don't know whether or not it was on purpose or even a subconscious effort, but somehow I found myself on the same spot on the balcony that I had been the first day I had come to Vione, only this time, it was nightfall. The spot was where I had met Folken for the first time. A warm, cozy sensation welled up at the thought of him. 'No,' I thought to myself, 'that's definitely out of the question. Sure he was nice enough to save me, but is he even capable of love?' I then had to consider what would happen to me if Dilandau ever found out I had feelings for Folken. The image of my head rolling after being chopped off was enough to keep my feelings down. Or so I thought.
"Hello again," Folken said, stepping beside me. "You seem to like the view from up here." "Um. yeah I guess." I said stepping back. For a few moments there was an oddly awkward silence, that Folken finally broke. "So, are you okay?" "Oh sure," I said with a smile, "I've recovered nicely." At least physically anyway, but hey, at least I could walk. When Folken stepped closer to me, I found myself paralyzed. It wasn't the paralyzation of fear either. It was one of those, 'Is the guy I like very much going to kiss me?' sensations.
Folken put his human hand to my face, the metallic one resting at his side. "It's a pity," he said quietly, "The way he treats you." I assumed he could tell what Dilandau did to me after I left the infirmary. I lowered my head. Why in the world would I even think he would kiss me? I was used, dirty, and someone else's property. Folken put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. Into those eyes that I could get lost in so easily. "You're so beautiful, to beautiful to be treated so lowly, so horribly." He paused for a moment and then he kissed me. It was the most gentle gesture I had ever experienced. There was no force, no fear, just the act itself. It was...pure.
When he released me, and walked away without a word, I was so caught up in the moment that it didn't matter that he had left so suddenly. I could still feel the soft imprint of his lips on my own, and suddenly the world wasn't so bad.
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(Author sighing) That was sooooo romantic. Well, at least it was a better way to end the chapter after the, well you know. Anyway, more on the way soon. Later dayz! BP
Comes to claim
Several weeks passed before I was fully healed. Despite the pain and the bruises, the time away from Dilandau was great. There was no fear, no worry, no anything. Except during those days when Dilandau sent someone to check on me, but it was worse on those rare occasions when Dilandau himself came to check and see how I was doing. My body would go numb and I would lose my voice until he was gone. The whole process was bittersweet. On one hand, I was recovering nicely, and would be back to normal. On the other, I would have to go back to Dilandau, to being his slave. What would happen to me the next time Dilandau beat me like that? What if he didn't stop, or there was no one around to help me when he did.
Through the questions and the turmoil, Folken was a good help. He would try to visit me whenever possible and he made sure I was taken care of. I think I really liked Folken. Despite the coldness on the surface, I just knew that there was warmth somewhere within him. There had to be, after all, he did save me.
But as with everything else, all good things must come to an end. After the weeks had gone by, and I had recovered, I found myself facing a very cocky Dilandau. "Well, well," He said looking over me, "it looks like you've recovered." He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. "So, I guess that means your ready to come back with me." I felt the nausea rising inside me, but hid it as best as I could. Folken wasn't there, and I prayed that he would come through the door and rescue me away from my tyrant of a master. He didn't.
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Dilandau had a death grip on my hand as he led me back to my chambers. "M-Master," I squeaked, "you're hurting me." Dilandau glanced at me, a flicker in those magenta eyes. "I'm sorry," he said in a mocking tone of voice, "I wouldn't want to injure you after you've just gotten out of the infirmary. Despite his sarcasm, he did loosen his grip.
When we arrived back at my chambers, I noted that everything was nice and neat, no blood anywhere. I looked timidly around my room, readjusting to the sight. The door shut and I looked to see Dilandau loosening his armor. A tingling dread shot up my spine. I took a step back. "Please Master, don't," I said, feeling tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "please not now. I've only just come back. Must you-" "Oh, but Ayami," Dilandau said slowly removing his armor, "you've been gone for quite some time. You have so much to make up for." He removed his shirt, and beckoned me with his fingers. "Come here," he said with a sly smile, "let me welcome you back properly."
I hesitated, trembling where I stood. "Please," I pleaded. He frowned. "Really, Ayami," he said in a cold angry voice, "for someone who dislikes the results of disobedience, you certainly insist on bringing them upon yourself. Come here, now." I approached him slowly and fearfully. I got so close to him and then he pulled me the rest of the way to him, brushing my body roughly against his own. I sobbed involuntarily as he pushed me to my knees. "Pleasure me," he said. I blinked at him, the shock of being in the situation again had frozen my sense of anything. When the realization of what he was asking for dawned on me, I shook my head rapidly. "N-no, please don't ask me to-" A slap silence my begging. "I didn't ask," He said darkly, "I told you. Do it. Now." Trembling fingers found their way as they unfastened Dilandau's pants...
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I fumbled to put my clothes back on, Dilandau lay motionless in my bed, seemingly asleep. I glanced at him as I rushed to dress myself. How odd it was that he could appear as angelic as he did in his sleep, but it didn't matter. I knew that he was capable of rivaling the most hideous of demons.
I was fully dressed as I crept towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned to see Dilandau glancing at me. His eyes gave him the look of someone very tired, but I knew that if he wanted to stop me, he could. "I...I need to go out for a walk or something. I didn't want to disturb you." "I'm sure that's true," Dilandau replied with sleepy sarcasm. He sighed and rolled on his side, looking at me. I stood absolutely still. He chuckled after a few moments and said, "Why not? Go ahead, and try not to get into any trouble this time." I nodded quickly and rushed out the door.
It wasn't until I was outside of the room that I felt a tightness in my lungs loosen and found myself able to breathe easier. As I walked down the hallway, adjusting my clothing, I passed only a few people, a couple of them Dilandau's men. I looked away and they did the same as we passed each other. It was clear that they understood fully that I was off limits.
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I don't know whether or not it was on purpose or even a subconscious effort, but somehow I found myself on the same spot on the balcony that I had been the first day I had come to Vione, only this time, it was nightfall. The spot was where I had met Folken for the first time. A warm, cozy sensation welled up at the thought of him. 'No,' I thought to myself, 'that's definitely out of the question. Sure he was nice enough to save me, but is he even capable of love?' I then had to consider what would happen to me if Dilandau ever found out I had feelings for Folken. The image of my head rolling after being chopped off was enough to keep my feelings down. Or so I thought.
"Hello again," Folken said, stepping beside me. "You seem to like the view from up here." "Um. yeah I guess." I said stepping back. For a few moments there was an oddly awkward silence, that Folken finally broke. "So, are you okay?" "Oh sure," I said with a smile, "I've recovered nicely." At least physically anyway, but hey, at least I could walk. When Folken stepped closer to me, I found myself paralyzed. It wasn't the paralyzation of fear either. It was one of those, 'Is the guy I like very much going to kiss me?' sensations.
Folken put his human hand to my face, the metallic one resting at his side. "It's a pity," he said quietly, "The way he treats you." I assumed he could tell what Dilandau did to me after I left the infirmary. I lowered my head. Why in the world would I even think he would kiss me? I was used, dirty, and someone else's property. Folken put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him. Into those eyes that I could get lost in so easily. "You're so beautiful, to beautiful to be treated so lowly, so horribly." He paused for a moment and then he kissed me. It was the most gentle gesture I had ever experienced. There was no force, no fear, just the act itself. It was...pure.
When he released me, and walked away without a word, I was so caught up in the moment that it didn't matter that he had left so suddenly. I could still feel the soft imprint of his lips on my own, and suddenly the world wasn't so bad.
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(Author sighing) That was sooooo romantic. Well, at least it was a better way to end the chapter after the, well you know. Anyway, more on the way soon. Later dayz! BP