Here's the next chapter! I have to warn you, there's gonna be a little torture/beating, but I'll try to end the whole thing on a more positive note.
Price to pay
I'll admit, at this time, in this room, things looked particularly dark for me, but if I am telling this to you now, then you must aassume, I survived. Chesta was with me, and he actually seemed reluctant to see what would happen to me. Dilandau circled me, like a vulture, ready to pick me to pieces. I tried my hardest not to show any fear, though the insane glint in his eyes was getting to me. I took it he had miraculously healed from my attack.
"So my little pet," he said mockingly, "You've gotten a little haughtiness in you. You've forgotten your place." I glared at him. "No, Dilandau, I haven't." He frowned at my use of his name instead of that of "master", which he wasn't. It was a title that was dead in my mouth. He grabbed something from one of the two guards that was in the room, but I couldn't see what he was given at the time. He signaled to someone behind me, and I was grabbed. I struggled in vain as I was held while one of the other guards bound my hands. When my hands were held over my head, I was forced to look up. A hook in the ceiling was not a good thing. I struggled even harder.Someone pulled at the rope that I was bound to and next thing I know my feet are no longer on the floor. This was not a good thing. To make matters worse, Dilandau ordered everyone out. It made sense though when it was happening. What was going to happen to me was far to violent for even their eyes.
He watched my eyes, a smug but bloodthirsty look in those eyes. He took a dagger from behind his back. "It's quite obvious, that you've forgotten that you are mine, so I'm going to have to do a little bit of reminding. Now," he went around behind me, "writing my name on you, or rather carving it may seem like an extreme measure to take, but it seemed the most natural course of action. The markings would be deep enough to leave permanent scars, so you'll never forget again." I blinked at him, and then, I spit on him, something I never had the nerve to do until that moment. "You crazy bastard," I growled, "you can carve what you want, I'm your little whore no longer, so you can save yourself a lot of trouble by just killing me now." He cocked his head and smiled, but not before punching me in the stomach. "No," he said, "I won't, at least not intentionally. Now be a girl and hold still. If you struggle, it'll just be messy and even more painful." I gritted my teeth at the D, struggled at the I, he held me for the L, and by the A, I was in so much pain. If a tree felt pain when people carved their names in it, at that moment, I was a kindred spirit. The blood running down my back, coupled the excrusiating pain of the dagger cutting into me. I was actually begining to fade into unconsciousness when he finished. "There," he said in sick triumph,"Hmm, not bad. I think I'll write something else, maybe make it a sentence. Dilandau...Dilandau loves-"
I was hung facing away from the door, so I couldn't see who burst in, and I had very little awareness, I think from the blood I was losing. I did recognize the voice of the person who broke in immediately. "Cut her down Dilandau," said Folken, "Do it now," Dilandau was standing behind me still, so I couldn't see his face or what he was doing. I kept hanging for a bit, so he didn't cut me down right away. I knew it was him that cut me down though, luckily Folken caught me, otherwise, I would have hit the floor. My whole being was throbbing with pains, from earlier, the punch to the stomach, and the carvings that I now had. I was hurt, but happy. Folken glared at Dilandau. "That is it, Dilandau, no more. I have stood silently by for far too long. What you've done to this girl is wrong and you know it, and I'm putting ending it now, unless you'd like to try and stop me." Dilandau looked mad enough to spit fire, and if he could I'm sure he would have liked to, but he grumbled, "Fine, keep the little bitch! She's more trouble than she's worth anyway." He walked around Folken, glaring, and we were alone.
Folken looked over his shoulder and then back down at me. My blood was dripping everywhere, and I was quite embarrassed over it, even though it wasn't something that I was able to help. I couldn't will myself to look at him. I hated myself. I was this dirty, bloody, raggedy thing. For a few moments I wondered if I was worth saving. "Let's get you cleaned up," Folken said, taking me out of the room.
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Folken wrapped me up himself, being as gentle with my wounds as possible. I didn't belong to Dilandau anymore. It hadn't quite sunken in yet, but was slowly beginning to dawn on me. Did it mean I was now Folken's? Was I free to leave? Did I want to leave? Millions of questions raced through my mind as he worked. When he finished, he turned me around to face him. He looked at me for a few moments, studying my face, which was growing warmer by the second. "Wh-What's going to happen now?" I asked timidly. He smiled slightly. "I don't know. I don't know how long you'll be able to stay here safely." It kind of bothered me, the thought of leaving him, and it must have showed, because he lifted his hand to my shoulder, and then my face.
"Let's not worry about that tonight, you just get some rest." I thought he would give me another kiss like he had on the balcony earlier, but instead he gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. The warm, moist sensation was comforting, and welcome. After he had closed the door and gone out, I briefly worried that perhaps Dilandau would come for me while he was gone, like he had before. I sat up, waiting. But as the night wore on, I decided that I was wasting valuable sleeping time. I laid down and for the first time, was able to sleep without worry of violation or violence.
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Okay, end of chappie! I think I may write two more and then end this all together. Until next time! BP
Price to pay
I'll admit, at this time, in this room, things looked particularly dark for me, but if I am telling this to you now, then you must aassume, I survived. Chesta was with me, and he actually seemed reluctant to see what would happen to me. Dilandau circled me, like a vulture, ready to pick me to pieces. I tried my hardest not to show any fear, though the insane glint in his eyes was getting to me. I took it he had miraculously healed from my attack.
"So my little pet," he said mockingly, "You've gotten a little haughtiness in you. You've forgotten your place." I glared at him. "No, Dilandau, I haven't." He frowned at my use of his name instead of that of "master", which he wasn't. It was a title that was dead in my mouth. He grabbed something from one of the two guards that was in the room, but I couldn't see what he was given at the time. He signaled to someone behind me, and I was grabbed. I struggled in vain as I was held while one of the other guards bound my hands. When my hands were held over my head, I was forced to look up. A hook in the ceiling was not a good thing. I struggled even harder.Someone pulled at the rope that I was bound to and next thing I know my feet are no longer on the floor. This was not a good thing. To make matters worse, Dilandau ordered everyone out. It made sense though when it was happening. What was going to happen to me was far to violent for even their eyes.
He watched my eyes, a smug but bloodthirsty look in those eyes. He took a dagger from behind his back. "It's quite obvious, that you've forgotten that you are mine, so I'm going to have to do a little bit of reminding. Now," he went around behind me, "writing my name on you, or rather carving it may seem like an extreme measure to take, but it seemed the most natural course of action. The markings would be deep enough to leave permanent scars, so you'll never forget again." I blinked at him, and then, I spit on him, something I never had the nerve to do until that moment. "You crazy bastard," I growled, "you can carve what you want, I'm your little whore no longer, so you can save yourself a lot of trouble by just killing me now." He cocked his head and smiled, but not before punching me in the stomach. "No," he said, "I won't, at least not intentionally. Now be a girl and hold still. If you struggle, it'll just be messy and even more painful." I gritted my teeth at the D, struggled at the I, he held me for the L, and by the A, I was in so much pain. If a tree felt pain when people carved their names in it, at that moment, I was a kindred spirit. The blood running down my back, coupled the excrusiating pain of the dagger cutting into me. I was actually begining to fade into unconsciousness when he finished. "There," he said in sick triumph,"Hmm, not bad. I think I'll write something else, maybe make it a sentence. Dilandau...Dilandau loves-"
I was hung facing away from the door, so I couldn't see who burst in, and I had very little awareness, I think from the blood I was losing. I did recognize the voice of the person who broke in immediately. "Cut her down Dilandau," said Folken, "Do it now," Dilandau was standing behind me still, so I couldn't see his face or what he was doing. I kept hanging for a bit, so he didn't cut me down right away. I knew it was him that cut me down though, luckily Folken caught me, otherwise, I would have hit the floor. My whole being was throbbing with pains, from earlier, the punch to the stomach, and the carvings that I now had. I was hurt, but happy. Folken glared at Dilandau. "That is it, Dilandau, no more. I have stood silently by for far too long. What you've done to this girl is wrong and you know it, and I'm putting ending it now, unless you'd like to try and stop me." Dilandau looked mad enough to spit fire, and if he could I'm sure he would have liked to, but he grumbled, "Fine, keep the little bitch! She's more trouble than she's worth anyway." He walked around Folken, glaring, and we were alone.
Folken looked over his shoulder and then back down at me. My blood was dripping everywhere, and I was quite embarrassed over it, even though it wasn't something that I was able to help. I couldn't will myself to look at him. I hated myself. I was this dirty, bloody, raggedy thing. For a few moments I wondered if I was worth saving. "Let's get you cleaned up," Folken said, taking me out of the room.
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Folken wrapped me up himself, being as gentle with my wounds as possible. I didn't belong to Dilandau anymore. It hadn't quite sunken in yet, but was slowly beginning to dawn on me. Did it mean I was now Folken's? Was I free to leave? Did I want to leave? Millions of questions raced through my mind as he worked. When he finished, he turned me around to face him. He looked at me for a few moments, studying my face, which was growing warmer by the second. "Wh-What's going to happen now?" I asked timidly. He smiled slightly. "I don't know. I don't know how long you'll be able to stay here safely." It kind of bothered me, the thought of leaving him, and it must have showed, because he lifted his hand to my shoulder, and then my face.
"Let's not worry about that tonight, you just get some rest." I thought he would give me another kiss like he had on the balcony earlier, but instead he gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. The warm, moist sensation was comforting, and welcome. After he had closed the door and gone out, I briefly worried that perhaps Dilandau would come for me while he was gone, like he had before. I sat up, waiting. But as the night wore on, I decided that I was wasting valuable sleeping time. I laid down and for the first time, was able to sleep without worry of violation or violence.
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Okay, end of chappie! I think I may write two more and then end this all together. Until next time! BP