The Winglies of Hellena
Chapter Six: Unpleasant Circumstances
Disclaimer: You know the Characters from LoD aren't mine, but all the others are. No stealy. .
"All right, Wingly scum, get up! No more laying around for you, you're being put to work!"
Ah... What a pleasant wake-up call... Lloyd thought sarcastically as he opened his eyes and glared up at the guards that walked down the aisle, slamming their fists against the cell bars. Yes... Nothing like a nice full cup of insults from pigs to get your morning going. One by one, the cells were opened, and the slaves hauled out. Observing the work, hands clasped behind his back, was a Wingly who could only be the Traitor that the other slaves spoke of. He strolled down the hallway, occasionally snapping orders to the human guards, who grudgingly did what they were told while the slaves glared at him hatefully.
Lloyd frowned, looking over the Wingly and taking in his strange green eyes. His eyes are like Melbu Frahma's... Lloyd thought to himself. Dominic looked around, ignoring the fiery gazes of his fellow Winglies, suddenly noticing the gaze of the one lying on his stomach on the floor. He stopped and looked over the male curiously. He was tall and well-built, with layered short-cropped hair and elegantly slanted crimson eyes set within a face with high cheekbones that would be beautiful had he not had the large purple welt that covered half of his face. His back was a mass of stitches. There was barely enough skin to cover his back. Despite the obvious pain he must be in, he made no pained movements or sounds. He just watched Dominic with that observing gaze, looking him over in turn.
The guards walked over and opened the door to Lloyd's cell, but to Lloyd's confusion they went around him and took out all of the others out, leaving him there. The guards departed and went to the other cells as the Winglies were led away, while the Traitor stood looking down at him interestedly. His curiosity getting the best to him, he slowly heaved himself into a sitting position, flinching only slightly at the pain in his back as he lifted his head to watch the Wingly that looked down at him. "Where are they taking the others?" Lloyd asked slowly.
"The other slaves are being put to work in the mines beneath Hellena," the Traitor explained, hands still clasped behind his back comfortably. By now, all the guards were filing out, and there wasn't a Wingly left in any of the other cells.
"And why was I not taken down with them?" Lloyd asked, his head tilting slightly to the side.
"You would be of no use in the mines," Dominic explained smoothly. "You are too hurt to do such hard labor, so instead you get the easier job."
"And what job would that be?" Lloyd asked warily, eyes narrowing.
Dominic smirked. "You get to clean out the cells." Lloyd looked around his own cell and noticed too clearly the urine, blood, and defecation that littered the floor, most of the body wastes in one corner and out of the way. There was a small drain in that corner, which had already drained most of the urine. There must have been a hundred cells in Hellena. Were all of them like this?
He shifted his gaze back to Dominic, a sneer curling his lip. "You must be joking."
"Think of how happy the other slaves will be," Dominic chuckled. "To have a nice, clean cell. It would be better for you too. You will take a shovel first to the feces and get it all in a wheelbarrow, then take a scrub brush and a bucket of soapy water and scrub out everything else. Then you will take straw and put it on the cell floor, and move onto the next." He grinned at the revolted look on the male's face. "You can take your time. You have fifteen hours to do so. Lucky for you we only have about thirty of the cells in use right now."
"I seriously hope you're joking," Lloyd growled. Right now he was seriously regretting insulting the guard and getting whipped this badly. The Wingly grinned as a wheelbarrow with a shovel, a scrub brush, and a bucket of warm, soapy water was brought up by another guard.
"We'll take care of the straw later. Just remember, boy. If you don't do as you're told, you'll only be tortured. Save yourself the pain and humiliation and just do it." Dominic laughed and walked off while the guard watched Lloyd expectantly.
Lloyd looked at the guard. "Please tell me you don't seriously expect me to do this." The guard simply raised his eyebrows and smirked. Lloyd's eyes closed and he muttered, "This is going to be a very long day."