Not So Long
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Warning: slight abuse in this chapter and a hint towards wanted slash. No graphic scene, it's rated "R" just in case though. That's my forewarning so you can't yell at me for not telling you!
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"Valora, calm down, take a deep breath." Elrohir held Valora by the shoulders and looked calmly into her eyes. "Relax, okay? Now, take a moment and think. What is the easiest way to sneak down to the barn?" Elrohir asked.
"The kitchen door." Valora sniffed and dried her face with her sleeve.
"Ok, that's it. Tonight we have to go to Vittorio. We'll save him even if it means we get in trouble." Elrohir hugged Valora.
"Thank you, he means so much to me. He's like a brother to me." Valora said quietly into his shoulder. Elrohir rubbed her back gently and let her rest on him until the sun had completely left the sky and a bright full moon lit up the evening.
"Valora, when does Giolla go to bed?" Elrohir tapped Valora's shoulder to make sure she was awake. Valora reluctantly pulled away from Elrohir's warm shoulder and looked outside, "Now." she looked back at Elrohir.
"We have to go then, Vittorio shouldn't be down there any longer than he has to." Elrohir stood and helped Valora to her feet.
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"Vittorio, I have a job I want you to do." Giolla said, in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
"All right, I'm coming." Vittorio gave Elrohir a hopeful smile and followed Giolla out of the room.
"What is it?" Vittorio asked as he followed Giolla towards the front hall.
"Outside, follow me." Giolla answered shortly and led Vittorio out the front door and started to head towards the stable.
Vittorio began to think the worst. Giolla stopped at the gates and three men were standing there waiting for Vittorio, all dirty and not exactly pleasant looking.
"We'll take him from here." The tallest of the three men said. Giolla nodded and turned to leave.
"Giolla! You can't leave me here!" Vittorio turned to run back towards Giolla, anger welling up in him. But two of the men grabbed onto him with iron grips that wouldn't give. "Let go!" Vittorio tried to struggle but they wouldn't have it.
"You work with us now. It's okay, we'll take plenty good care of you, pretty boy." The man to Vittorio's right whispered in a heinous tone.
"No!" Vittorio tried to escape one more time but a man kicked the back of his legs and he fell to his knees.
"That's where you belong." A man laughed and grabbed the back of Vittorio's curly hair. "You are under our control now, there are no more pleasant meals, no more soft beds or nice clothes, just dirt and grim and the stink of horse." The man had his face to close, Vittorio could smell the rotting stench of food in the man's mouth and of ale past its time.
"If you don't want any trouble you'll do just as we say." Another man warned.
"Come now men, don't be to hard on him. After all, he's just a boy. We should be looking out for him, caring for him. And I want him for myself. No one touches him unless I say so." A man stepped forward and admired Vittorio's strong body.
"Oh come on Lel, we haven't seen anything prettier than a horse's behind since we started working this barn. Half of us haven't seen a woman in ages." The man that was holding onto Vittorio's hair released his hold and turned to face the man that had just spoken. Vittorio whipped his foot around and knocked the man's feet from under him.
"Ugh!" The man fell with a satisfying thud. He turned his body around to look at Vittorio, "Why you little fiend! I should just-"
"Taber, is that anyway to treat a newcomer?" The man Lel stepped forward and Taber stood back up, though he gave Vittorio a warning look.
"He's feisty that one." The third remarked.
"Yes, and he's mine. That means to touching!" Lel warned the circle of men that had gathered around. Lel grabbed Vittorio by the arms and dragged him back to the only private room in the stable, which also happened to be his.
"You need to watch yourself." Lel said as he closed the door behind him, "Those men are hungry for whatever they can get and they want you." Lel dropped Vittorio into a pile of hay.
"What do you mean?" Vittorio had a slight idea of what they wanted but wasn't sure.
"You now perfectly well what I mean. Like they said they haven't seen women in a long time and you are the prettiest thing they've seen and they would take you any chance they got." Lel looked out the window at a beautiful mare watching over her foal in the paddock.
Vittorio had nothing to say to this. What could he say to something like that.
"I'll keep you in here for a while. I told them you are mine but they'll try to get you anyway." Lel turned back around and sat in a chair. He looked down at Vittorio stretched out on the hay, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his legs.
"Stay in here, I have to go bring in Lord Cyril's horse." Lel said after a few moments. Vittorio said nought but watched him leave. He sighed and let his head rest back in the hay, how had he gotten into this mess?
A few moments later the door creaked open, Vittorio didn't bother to look up until someone had pinned his arms above his head.
"He sure is a pretty one, don't you think Melchior?" It was Taber again and he was smiling maliciously down at Vittorio.
"He is. Who's first?" Melchior closed the door and smiled down at their prey.
"Well, it's your birthday, you can go first." Taber smiled up at Melchior.
Vittorio kicked up at Melchior as the man leaned down to touch Vittorio.
"Hey! Watch him!" Melchior growled as he kicked Vittorio hard on the side of the leg. Vittorio winced as he felt his leg go numb.
Taber started to rip at Vittorio's light shirt and once again Vittorio brought his leg up to try and knee Taber but Melchior had though ahead and grabbed his legs.
"Lie still and we might go easy!" Melchior hissed bur Vittorio had no thought in lying still.
Taber succeeded in ripping Vittorio's shirt off and dangling it tauntingly in front of Vittorio's face.
"You have such a pretty young body, we wouldn't want it to go to waste." Taber smiled and tossed his shirt.
"Hurry up." Melchior encouraged and Taber moved to untie Vittorio's britches but Vittorio had other plans. Vittorio gave a sudden joust to Melchior and his grip loosened. Vittorio swung his arm around and his fist connected with Taber's cheek.
Taber replied with his own hard punch to Vittorio's face though and Vittorio was knocked back down when Melchior added his own punch to Vittorio's stomach.
"That's the second and last time you get me tonight, boy!" Taber growled and moved back towards Vittorio's britches.
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Warning: slight abuse in this chapter and a hint towards wanted slash. No graphic scene, it's rated "R" just in case though. That's my forewarning so you can't yell at me for not telling you!
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"Valora, calm down, take a deep breath." Elrohir held Valora by the shoulders and looked calmly into her eyes. "Relax, okay? Now, take a moment and think. What is the easiest way to sneak down to the barn?" Elrohir asked.
"The kitchen door." Valora sniffed and dried her face with her sleeve.
"Ok, that's it. Tonight we have to go to Vittorio. We'll save him even if it means we get in trouble." Elrohir hugged Valora.
"Thank you, he means so much to me. He's like a brother to me." Valora said quietly into his shoulder. Elrohir rubbed her back gently and let her rest on him until the sun had completely left the sky and a bright full moon lit up the evening.
"Valora, when does Giolla go to bed?" Elrohir tapped Valora's shoulder to make sure she was awake. Valora reluctantly pulled away from Elrohir's warm shoulder and looked outside, "Now." she looked back at Elrohir.
"We have to go then, Vittorio shouldn't be down there any longer than he has to." Elrohir stood and helped Valora to her feet.
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"Vittorio, I have a job I want you to do." Giolla said, in a surprisingly pleasant voice.
"All right, I'm coming." Vittorio gave Elrohir a hopeful smile and followed Giolla out of the room.
"What is it?" Vittorio asked as he followed Giolla towards the front hall.
"Outside, follow me." Giolla answered shortly and led Vittorio out the front door and started to head towards the stable.
Vittorio began to think the worst. Giolla stopped at the gates and three men were standing there waiting for Vittorio, all dirty and not exactly pleasant looking.
"We'll take him from here." The tallest of the three men said. Giolla nodded and turned to leave.
"Giolla! You can't leave me here!" Vittorio turned to run back towards Giolla, anger welling up in him. But two of the men grabbed onto him with iron grips that wouldn't give. "Let go!" Vittorio tried to struggle but they wouldn't have it.
"You work with us now. It's okay, we'll take plenty good care of you, pretty boy." The man to Vittorio's right whispered in a heinous tone.
"No!" Vittorio tried to escape one more time but a man kicked the back of his legs and he fell to his knees.
"That's where you belong." A man laughed and grabbed the back of Vittorio's curly hair. "You are under our control now, there are no more pleasant meals, no more soft beds or nice clothes, just dirt and grim and the stink of horse." The man had his face to close, Vittorio could smell the rotting stench of food in the man's mouth and of ale past its time.
"If you don't want any trouble you'll do just as we say." Another man warned.
"Come now men, don't be to hard on him. After all, he's just a boy. We should be looking out for him, caring for him. And I want him for myself. No one touches him unless I say so." A man stepped forward and admired Vittorio's strong body.
"Oh come on Lel, we haven't seen anything prettier than a horse's behind since we started working this barn. Half of us haven't seen a woman in ages." The man that was holding onto Vittorio's hair released his hold and turned to face the man that had just spoken. Vittorio whipped his foot around and knocked the man's feet from under him.
"Ugh!" The man fell with a satisfying thud. He turned his body around to look at Vittorio, "Why you little fiend! I should just-"
"Taber, is that anyway to treat a newcomer?" The man Lel stepped forward and Taber stood back up, though he gave Vittorio a warning look.
"He's feisty that one." The third remarked.
"Yes, and he's mine. That means to touching!" Lel warned the circle of men that had gathered around. Lel grabbed Vittorio by the arms and dragged him back to the only private room in the stable, which also happened to be his.
"You need to watch yourself." Lel said as he closed the door behind him, "Those men are hungry for whatever they can get and they want you." Lel dropped Vittorio into a pile of hay.
"What do you mean?" Vittorio had a slight idea of what they wanted but wasn't sure.
"You now perfectly well what I mean. Like they said they haven't seen women in a long time and you are the prettiest thing they've seen and they would take you any chance they got." Lel looked out the window at a beautiful mare watching over her foal in the paddock.
Vittorio had nothing to say to this. What could he say to something like that.
"I'll keep you in here for a while. I told them you are mine but they'll try to get you anyway." Lel turned back around and sat in a chair. He looked down at Vittorio stretched out on the hay, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his legs.
"Stay in here, I have to go bring in Lord Cyril's horse." Lel said after a few moments. Vittorio said nought but watched him leave. He sighed and let his head rest back in the hay, how had he gotten into this mess?
A few moments later the door creaked open, Vittorio didn't bother to look up until someone had pinned his arms above his head.
"He sure is a pretty one, don't you think Melchior?" It was Taber again and he was smiling maliciously down at Vittorio.
"He is. Who's first?" Melchior closed the door and smiled down at their prey.
"Well, it's your birthday, you can go first." Taber smiled up at Melchior.
Vittorio kicked up at Melchior as the man leaned down to touch Vittorio.
"Hey! Watch him!" Melchior growled as he kicked Vittorio hard on the side of the leg. Vittorio winced as he felt his leg go numb.
Taber started to rip at Vittorio's light shirt and once again Vittorio brought his leg up to try and knee Taber but Melchior had though ahead and grabbed his legs.
"Lie still and we might go easy!" Melchior hissed bur Vittorio had no thought in lying still.
Taber succeeded in ripping Vittorio's shirt off and dangling it tauntingly in front of Vittorio's face.
"You have such a pretty young body, we wouldn't want it to go to waste." Taber smiled and tossed his shirt.
"Hurry up." Melchior encouraged and Taber moved to untie Vittorio's britches but Vittorio had other plans. Vittorio gave a sudden joust to Melchior and his grip loosened. Vittorio swung his arm around and his fist connected with Taber's cheek.
Taber replied with his own hard punch to Vittorio's face though and Vittorio was knocked back down when Melchior added his own punch to Vittorio's stomach.
"That's the second and last time you get me tonight, boy!" Taber growled and moved back towards Vittorio's britches.
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