Thanks for the reviews, they are much appreciated! Sorry 04086 (Is that a code?) but I don't think I can make this a Dily/Ayami fic. There are too many obstacles...namely the rape and abuse. I'm not sure yet if Ayami is going to be with Folken in the end. I'll just have to see how my fingers feel. For 04086, you can check out my other fic, "Bride of Fire". Dily gets his woman, and luckily for him, she's as crazy as he is!
Author's Note and Disclaimer: This chapter is going to borrow from that scene in John Q (if you've seen it) where the abused girl gets back at her boyfriend for beating her. That's right! Ayami finally stands up to Dilandau....but will she pay a heavy price for it?BP
One can only take so much
"Where have you been?" I was so sick of this. "I went for a walk, Master, that's all." He looked me over and then walked up to me. "You should be treated better...." "Go any place...specific?" He had a knowing glint in his eyes. I tried to play innocent. "Master...I went for a walk. That's all." He grabbed my hand. I hated this so much. "I believe you went for a walk. I want to know where you went." I hated him more. "I walked through the halls and at one point I was at a balcony, and..." He didn't let me finish. He punched me in the stomach. Any words that would have followed evaporated with the air in my body. I coughed on all floors, and then sat tearfully on my knees. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "You know damn well why, you little whore! You think you could just run off wherever you want to? You think that one my men wouldn't see you there, making out with that bastard, Folken?" I was afraid for my life at this point, the image of my head rolling not far from the front of my mind.
"Please Master," I begged, "let me explain. It wasn't-" "WELL WHAT WAS IT?!!" he yelled, stepping towards me. I jumped and instinctively starting moving away from him. He kicked me. "You little bitch!" he shouted, "What do you take me for? A fool? IS THAT WHAT YOU TAKE ME FOR?!! HUH?!!" "N-N-No," I sobbed, terrified, "Master please-" He yanked me up off of the floor. "So how long have you been meeting him like this? I bet you were fucking him the entire time you were with him! You little slut. Weren't you?" He was slapping me as he was saying this. I was too afraid at this point to stop him. I don't know what might have happened, if the fates had allowed this to continue in this manner, but then Dilandau said something. And what followed I'll never forget.
"To think I go through all this trouble for a sniveling little bitch like you. I should have left you to burn with the rest of that trash, and pissed on your ashes." At these words, pictures went through my mind. My sister, my mother, both alive and smiling. Then I saw my village being burned to the ground, everyone dead or dying. The screams and finally, the laughter, his laughter. I'd be with them now. I'd be happy now...If it weren't for him. Folken's words played through my mind. Yes, I did deserve better, because I was better. No more of this. I clutched my bloody lip. No more of him ...
I don't know how I got him down. It must have been his being shocked, because that was the look he had on his face. He was without his armor, so I could hurt him. "This," I said viciously kicking him in the side, "is for always beating me. This," I kicked him again. "Is for raping me and making me into a bed wench! But this," I kicked his legs apart, "is for calling me a BITCH!!" I summoned every ounce of energy and emotion and kicked him between his legs as hard as I possibly could. (Even though the author is a girl, she flinches cause she knows that had to hurt.) For those precious few moments, I felt invincible. Seeing him lying there, writhing in pain was like a godsend. Then my joyous eyes fell upon his sword, and I knew that if I didn't get out of there, I was as good as dead. He wasn't going to stay down forever. I ran out the door as fast as I could.
I didn't know where I was going. I thought to scream for help, but who would help me in that place. Folken? I was sure he was tired of rescuing me by now. At one point, I ran into Chesta head on. "Hey!" he said irritably, and then he saw the look of sheer terror on my face. "You've pissed Dilandau-sama off, haven't you?" On cue, we heard "WHERE IS THAT BITCH?!!!!!" shouted so loud, I believe it shook the walls of Vione. I uttered something and then ran past Chesta. I had to get out of there. Getting back at him had been great, but dying would not be great. It would be slow and painful and "Shit!" I said as I was spotted my Miguel and Guimel. They saw me. They had heard Dilandau. It was apparent from the expressions on their faces. I was in for it. I did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. They were right on me. I don't know whether or not they would have caught me, because Gatty did. I was grateful that he persuaded Guimel and Miguel to keep their hands off me. I wasn't that grateful when I was pushed into a room I had never been before, and in front of Dilandau. I was certain that I was going to die.
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Uh oh (again) It doesn't look good for Ayami. Is she really going to die a slow and horrible death? I'm not saying...yet. BP
Author's Note and Disclaimer: This chapter is going to borrow from that scene in John Q (if you've seen it) where the abused girl gets back at her boyfriend for beating her. That's right! Ayami finally stands up to Dilandau....but will she pay a heavy price for it?BP
One can only take so much
"Where have you been?" I was so sick of this. "I went for a walk, Master, that's all." He looked me over and then walked up to me. "You should be treated better...." "Go any place...specific?" He had a knowing glint in his eyes. I tried to play innocent. "Master...I went for a walk. That's all." He grabbed my hand. I hated this so much. "I believe you went for a walk. I want to know where you went." I hated him more. "I walked through the halls and at one point I was at a balcony, and..." He didn't let me finish. He punched me in the stomach. Any words that would have followed evaporated with the air in my body. I coughed on all floors, and then sat tearfully on my knees. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "You know damn well why, you little whore! You think you could just run off wherever you want to? You think that one my men wouldn't see you there, making out with that bastard, Folken?" I was afraid for my life at this point, the image of my head rolling not far from the front of my mind.
"Please Master," I begged, "let me explain. It wasn't-" "WELL WHAT WAS IT?!!" he yelled, stepping towards me. I jumped and instinctively starting moving away from him. He kicked me. "You little bitch!" he shouted, "What do you take me for? A fool? IS THAT WHAT YOU TAKE ME FOR?!! HUH?!!" "N-N-No," I sobbed, terrified, "Master please-" He yanked me up off of the floor. "So how long have you been meeting him like this? I bet you were fucking him the entire time you were with him! You little slut. Weren't you?" He was slapping me as he was saying this. I was too afraid at this point to stop him. I don't know what might have happened, if the fates had allowed this to continue in this manner, but then Dilandau said something. And what followed I'll never forget.
"To think I go through all this trouble for a sniveling little bitch like you. I should have left you to burn with the rest of that trash, and pissed on your ashes." At these words, pictures went through my mind. My sister, my mother, both alive and smiling. Then I saw my village being burned to the ground, everyone dead or dying. The screams and finally, the laughter, his laughter. I'd be with them now. I'd be happy now...If it weren't for him. Folken's words played through my mind. Yes, I did deserve better, because I was better. No more of this. I clutched my bloody lip. No more of him ...
I don't know how I got him down. It must have been his being shocked, because that was the look he had on his face. He was without his armor, so I could hurt him. "This," I said viciously kicking him in the side, "is for always beating me. This," I kicked him again. "Is for raping me and making me into a bed wench! But this," I kicked his legs apart, "is for calling me a BITCH!!" I summoned every ounce of energy and emotion and kicked him between his legs as hard as I possibly could. (Even though the author is a girl, she flinches cause she knows that had to hurt.) For those precious few moments, I felt invincible. Seeing him lying there, writhing in pain was like a godsend. Then my joyous eyes fell upon his sword, and I knew that if I didn't get out of there, I was as good as dead. He wasn't going to stay down forever. I ran out the door as fast as I could.
I didn't know where I was going. I thought to scream for help, but who would help me in that place. Folken? I was sure he was tired of rescuing me by now. At one point, I ran into Chesta head on. "Hey!" he said irritably, and then he saw the look of sheer terror on my face. "You've pissed Dilandau-sama off, haven't you?" On cue, we heard "WHERE IS THAT BITCH?!!!!!" shouted so loud, I believe it shook the walls of Vione. I uttered something and then ran past Chesta. I had to get out of there. Getting back at him had been great, but dying would not be great. It would be slow and painful and "Shit!" I said as I was spotted my Miguel and Guimel. They saw me. They had heard Dilandau. It was apparent from the expressions on their faces. I was in for it. I did a complete three hundred and sixty degree turn and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. They were right on me. I don't know whether or not they would have caught me, because Gatty did. I was grateful that he persuaded Guimel and Miguel to keep their hands off me. I wasn't that grateful when I was pushed into a room I had never been before, and in front of Dilandau. I was certain that I was going to die.
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Uh oh (again) It doesn't look good for Ayami. Is she really going to die a slow and horrible death? I'm not saying...yet. BP