(checks wallet) nope! Still empty. Guess that means I don't own Yugioh or
its characters
I'm SOO sorry for not updating sooner! Been busy with school and I got stuck on story ideas. Sorry! But here it is and its longer!
Another knock on the door signaled to Seth that the girl was ready. She sighed and straightened himself up.
"Enter," he stated. One of the pharaoh's servant girls arrived with his new slave. The other girl bowed and closed the door behind her. The white- haired girl stood before him. She stared at him.
"What is your name?" he questioned.
"What is YOUR name?" she asked. He stared at her.
"What?" he asked, incredulously.
"What is your name?" she responded firmly.
"I'm losing my patience with you" he growled.
She narrowed her eyes and looked around. "Where's the boy?" she questioned him. Seth stood up and walked over to her.
"Are you questioning me? After I saved you from those men?" he asked.
"Saved me?" she asked. "You mean re-enslaving me?" she growled. Seth couldn't believe the nerve of this girl. He leaned toward her so his nose was almost touching hers.
"Would you like to visit the stocks we have outside?" he asked.*
Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. "You wouldn't." she said.
He smirked. "Oh wouldn't I?"
*Ok, I know the Egyptians didn't use stocks, at least I don't think they did, but I want stocks so I'm putting some in. and if anyone doesn't know, a stock is a wooden, um, thingy that was used as a mild form of punishment and embarrassment. And I mean mild for then anyway! People can walk by and throw food at and make fun of people in stocks. They have stocks for the hands, hands and head, and for hands and feet. They all look like they suck to be in too.
'Me and my big mouth,' she thought as she leaned her head against the stocks. 'At least he put me in the lesser one.' She only had her hands locked up and she was given a stool to sit on or she could stand. At least he hadn't whipped her or...she shook her head in disgust. She didn't want to think about what else was done to women slaves who were rebellious. Or pretty. She had almost experienced it first hand. Good thing she was a fighter, otherwise.... She was lucky to have been treated the way she was. There were far worse things than being whipped. Or put in stocks. She sighed. She had been here for about an hour. She couldn't really tell. She wondered how much longer she would be there. The sun was so hot. She closed her eyes as she rested against the stocks. At that moment the sun went behind a cloud. She looked up to thank the gods for the shade and she saw him standing over her.
"Are you ready to try this again?" he asked her. She sighed and nodded.
"Now," Seth said, "what is your name."
"Kiya." She responded. (Long I like the I in Kite and yuh. KIya. Kiya.)
"I am Seth. You may address me as sire or master, as is befitting a slave." He said as he began to unlock the stocks. "I prefer master." He added, just to make her more irritated.
"Where is the boy?" She asked. He looked at her. "Master." She added with a touch of disgust.
"He is on his way home to Suez." He responded as he lifted the top stock off. She looked at him in shock, afraid to believe her ears.
"wha-what?" she asked, surprised.
"I sent him home to his family, where children belong. Any questions?" he asked her brusquely.
"N-no. The-thank you." She stammered. He looked at her and turned and made his way to the palace. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating escape, but decided to follow him instead. He was right. She wouldn't survive long in this desert. At least not without supplies.
Seth smiled. 'Good,' he thought. Maybe she wouldn't be as much trouble as he first thought. =
He was wrong. He sighed as he looked out the window at her. She was back in the stocks. The third time this month. This time he was going to leave her in all day. Night was starting to fall. He felt a little bad, but she had to learn to obey him. She was very resilient and he hated to break her spirit, but she had worked with him rather well. When she cooperated. She knew a lot about his potions, but she kept back talking him. He didn't think that she needed harsher punishment, but he may be wrong.
He smiled as he thought of her 'spunk' that Pharaoh Yami called it. Yami had laughed when Seth told him about Kiya. 'Serves you right' he had said. Seth frowned. He didn't think he deserved anything. She was the one causing trouble, not him. He sighed and made his way down to release her. It was the longest he had kept her down there. And she was in the worst stocks this time. He put her in the head and hand stocks, which were hard on the back. Maybe this would help keep her in line. Plus, she must be starved. He made his way over to her. He knelt down to where he was eye level with her, which wasn't too difficult since the stocks were elevated.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? Or do I need to keep you here overnight?" he asked her. "You are a good worker, and I'd hate to have to sell you back if you continue this behavior." He whispered softly.
She looked at him. Her eyes were red and he saw imprints on her cheeks where tears had ran down them. (it IS sandy outside so she had grit on her face.) He felt awful, but couldn't let it show. He was a tough, mean, high priest. And he felt like a complete heel at this point in time. He didn't have to wait long for her reply.
"I-I have learned my lesson master. May I be released now." She whispered. His face registered mild surprise. She had never asked to be released before. Or called him master since the first time he released from the stocks the first day. She had only called him sir or sire. Or jerkface under her breath. That one was funny to him. He had almost burst out laughing when he heard her mutter it. He wasn't sure whether or not to laugh or yell. He stared at her.
"Yes. You may." He responded and released her. She stood up and stretched her back and neck and slowly followed him back to the palace. Seth figured she would behave better this time. He hoped. He was the high priest. He should be able to control a slave. Right?
=
These are Kiya's thoughts during her 'imprisonment' in the stocks.
Kiya sighed. She had been in the stocks since morning. She figured she'd be let out by late morning or early afternoon. It was getting slightly past lunchtime. He'd never left her out here this long. Or put her in these full stocks. She must've really ticked him off. She felt scared. What if she had gone too far? How long would he leave her out here? She was very hungry. She had been fed well at the palace. She had even met the pharaoh, Yami. She liked him. He seemed nice. She sighed and looked up at the palace. Well, what she could see of it. She saw Seth in the window. Her spirit soared. Maybe he was coming out to release her. He walked away from the window. She hoped he was coming out to release her. She waited. And waited. And waited some more. It was going on toward late evening. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. He wasn't coming, at least not soon.
She couldn't figure him out. He had helped her out by saving her from the men that were beating her and sent Namoh home, but she was stuck here. In the stocks. She didn't know why he was so different to her. He knew what she was like when he took her. She sighed and tried to wipe the tear that fell. She couldn't even move her hand far enough to do it. She sat and cried, afraid of what was to become of her. From now on, she would behave. She didn't want this anymore. She took a deep breath and waited. Maybe, she could escape. She was good at that. She sniffed and tried to stop crying, but the tears kept flowing. She wanted to go home. NOW. She suddenly stopped crying as she made a decision. She WOULD escape. She would start hording supplies and finding out more information. She already knew what she had in mind. It would take some work and some time. But she had plenty of that. She sighed. She still felt awful.
=
"Hand me that blue vial." Seth said holding out his hand. Kiya placed it in his hand and he kept reading the instructions. "Now I need..."
"Lotus." She replied, handing him the flower. He looked at her, "Very good," He said. She had been right on top of things all month. And even better, she didn't drop a thing. He crushed the lotus and added it.
"The antiseptic should be finished in a few hours. It needs to simmer for a while." Seth said wiping off his hands. "You've been very helpful." He added.
"Thank you. Master." She replied. He cringed. He hated the way she said 'master.' It was as if she were trying to rake her nails across him. She had been very cooperative lately. Not once did he have to put her in the stocks. He sighed. It was kind of dull for the first few weeks. Her spunk had begun to grow on him. A lot. She was very pretty, and kind. He had seen her fix his brother's wound he got when he fell from the tree he had been trying to climb. He was interested in this curious girl. No, this woman. He sat down.
"Tell me about yourself." He said.
She turned and looked at him. "Do what?" she asked, surprised. He leaned back. "You heard me." He said. She looked at him and put her hand on her hip.
"You're kidding me." She said, shocked. "High priests don't take interest in their slaves."
"I do." He said simply. She stared at him. "My past is none of your business." She told him. "Master." She added, turning toward the door. He stood up, annoyed, yet relieved that she still had her spunk. He thought her spirit was completely broken since she was so subdued. This was her first MAJOR retaliation since the stocks, which had been months ago. He hurried to beat her to the door and stood in front of it.
"I asked you a question. Slave." Two can play that game he thought. "And I would like a reply. Where are you from?" he asked.
"You know where I'm from." She said. "Suez, by the Red Sea."
"What did you do there?" she looked at him and cocked her head to the side.
"You KNOW I assisted the village healer. Why are you so interested? Are you trying to make 'nice' or friendly conversation with a lowly slave, high priest?" she asked him, with a touch of attitude. Before she would've snarled at him, but she was growing used to being in the palace near him. And he wasn't as bad as he seemed at first. She had seen him with his little brother. The boy had even gotten under HER skin. He was such a doll. And spoiled rotten by his 'big brother.' She stared at him and awaited his reply.
"I wish to know where you get your skills from." He replied. He knew she was a doctor's aid. But he wanted to know more. Like where she got her attitude. Probably her mother, he thought.
"I worked for the village doctor since I was a child. He took me in when my parents died. I was eight." She said slowly. "I took over when he passed away three years ago," she whispered, more to herself than to him, but he still heard. (She's 19 now) "And now you know." She said smartly. He frowned and leaned toward her.
"I might just have to put you in the stocks again if you keep this up." He threatened. She leaned forward.
"You hated doing that to me as much as I hated being in them." she replied. He stared at her. She was to smart for her own good. And right. Darn her.
"Get out of her before I change my mind." He growled. He didn't have to tell her twice.
"BYE!" she said and flew out the door. He shook his head. He had played right into her hands and did what she wanted him to do. She wanted to escape and he'd let her. He sighed. He needed to toughen up some more. He decided to go duel someone and throw him into the shadow realm. Yeah, that would make him feel better. He hoped.
I'm SOO sorry for not updating sooner! Been busy with school and I got stuck on story ideas. Sorry! But here it is and its longer!
Another knock on the door signaled to Seth that the girl was ready. She sighed and straightened himself up.
"Enter," he stated. One of the pharaoh's servant girls arrived with his new slave. The other girl bowed and closed the door behind her. The white- haired girl stood before him. She stared at him.
"What is your name?" he questioned.
"What is YOUR name?" she asked. He stared at her.
"What?" he asked, incredulously.
"What is your name?" she responded firmly.
"I'm losing my patience with you" he growled.
She narrowed her eyes and looked around. "Where's the boy?" she questioned him. Seth stood up and walked over to her.
"Are you questioning me? After I saved you from those men?" he asked.
"Saved me?" she asked. "You mean re-enslaving me?" she growled. Seth couldn't believe the nerve of this girl. He leaned toward her so his nose was almost touching hers.
"Would you like to visit the stocks we have outside?" he asked.*
Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. "You wouldn't." she said.
He smirked. "Oh wouldn't I?"
*Ok, I know the Egyptians didn't use stocks, at least I don't think they did, but I want stocks so I'm putting some in. and if anyone doesn't know, a stock is a wooden, um, thingy that was used as a mild form of punishment and embarrassment. And I mean mild for then anyway! People can walk by and throw food at and make fun of people in stocks. They have stocks for the hands, hands and head, and for hands and feet. They all look like they suck to be in too.
'Me and my big mouth,' she thought as she leaned her head against the stocks. 'At least he put me in the lesser one.' She only had her hands locked up and she was given a stool to sit on or she could stand. At least he hadn't whipped her or...she shook her head in disgust. She didn't want to think about what else was done to women slaves who were rebellious. Or pretty. She had almost experienced it first hand. Good thing she was a fighter, otherwise.... She was lucky to have been treated the way she was. There were far worse things than being whipped. Or put in stocks. She sighed. She had been here for about an hour. She couldn't really tell. She wondered how much longer she would be there. The sun was so hot. She closed her eyes as she rested against the stocks. At that moment the sun went behind a cloud. She looked up to thank the gods for the shade and she saw him standing over her.
"Are you ready to try this again?" he asked her. She sighed and nodded.
"Now," Seth said, "what is your name."
"Kiya." She responded. (Long I like the I in Kite and yuh. KIya. Kiya.)
"I am Seth. You may address me as sire or master, as is befitting a slave." He said as he began to unlock the stocks. "I prefer master." He added, just to make her more irritated.
"Where is the boy?" She asked. He looked at her. "Master." She added with a touch of disgust.
"He is on his way home to Suez." He responded as he lifted the top stock off. She looked at him in shock, afraid to believe her ears.
"wha-what?" she asked, surprised.
"I sent him home to his family, where children belong. Any questions?" he asked her brusquely.
"N-no. The-thank you." She stammered. He looked at her and turned and made his way to the palace. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating escape, but decided to follow him instead. He was right. She wouldn't survive long in this desert. At least not without supplies.
Seth smiled. 'Good,' he thought. Maybe she wouldn't be as much trouble as he first thought. =
He was wrong. He sighed as he looked out the window at her. She was back in the stocks. The third time this month. This time he was going to leave her in all day. Night was starting to fall. He felt a little bad, but she had to learn to obey him. She was very resilient and he hated to break her spirit, but she had worked with him rather well. When she cooperated. She knew a lot about his potions, but she kept back talking him. He didn't think that she needed harsher punishment, but he may be wrong.
He smiled as he thought of her 'spunk' that Pharaoh Yami called it. Yami had laughed when Seth told him about Kiya. 'Serves you right' he had said. Seth frowned. He didn't think he deserved anything. She was the one causing trouble, not him. He sighed and made his way down to release her. It was the longest he had kept her down there. And she was in the worst stocks this time. He put her in the head and hand stocks, which were hard on the back. Maybe this would help keep her in line. Plus, she must be starved. He made his way over to her. He knelt down to where he was eye level with her, which wasn't too difficult since the stocks were elevated.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? Or do I need to keep you here overnight?" he asked her. "You are a good worker, and I'd hate to have to sell you back if you continue this behavior." He whispered softly.
She looked at him. Her eyes were red and he saw imprints on her cheeks where tears had ran down them. (it IS sandy outside so she had grit on her face.) He felt awful, but couldn't let it show. He was a tough, mean, high priest. And he felt like a complete heel at this point in time. He didn't have to wait long for her reply.
"I-I have learned my lesson master. May I be released now." She whispered. His face registered mild surprise. She had never asked to be released before. Or called him master since the first time he released from the stocks the first day. She had only called him sir or sire. Or jerkface under her breath. That one was funny to him. He had almost burst out laughing when he heard her mutter it. He wasn't sure whether or not to laugh or yell. He stared at her.
"Yes. You may." He responded and released her. She stood up and stretched her back and neck and slowly followed him back to the palace. Seth figured she would behave better this time. He hoped. He was the high priest. He should be able to control a slave. Right?
=
These are Kiya's thoughts during her 'imprisonment' in the stocks.
Kiya sighed. She had been in the stocks since morning. She figured she'd be let out by late morning or early afternoon. It was getting slightly past lunchtime. He'd never left her out here this long. Or put her in these full stocks. She must've really ticked him off. She felt scared. What if she had gone too far? How long would he leave her out here? She was very hungry. She had been fed well at the palace. She had even met the pharaoh, Yami. She liked him. He seemed nice. She sighed and looked up at the palace. Well, what she could see of it. She saw Seth in the window. Her spirit soared. Maybe he was coming out to release her. He walked away from the window. She hoped he was coming out to release her. She waited. And waited. And waited some more. It was going on toward late evening. She felt the tears well up in her eyes. He wasn't coming, at least not soon.
She couldn't figure him out. He had helped her out by saving her from the men that were beating her and sent Namoh home, but she was stuck here. In the stocks. She didn't know why he was so different to her. He knew what she was like when he took her. She sighed and tried to wipe the tear that fell. She couldn't even move her hand far enough to do it. She sat and cried, afraid of what was to become of her. From now on, she would behave. She didn't want this anymore. She took a deep breath and waited. Maybe, she could escape. She was good at that. She sniffed and tried to stop crying, but the tears kept flowing. She wanted to go home. NOW. She suddenly stopped crying as she made a decision. She WOULD escape. She would start hording supplies and finding out more information. She already knew what she had in mind. It would take some work and some time. But she had plenty of that. She sighed. She still felt awful.
=
"Hand me that blue vial." Seth said holding out his hand. Kiya placed it in his hand and he kept reading the instructions. "Now I need..."
"Lotus." She replied, handing him the flower. He looked at her, "Very good," He said. She had been right on top of things all month. And even better, she didn't drop a thing. He crushed the lotus and added it.
"The antiseptic should be finished in a few hours. It needs to simmer for a while." Seth said wiping off his hands. "You've been very helpful." He added.
"Thank you. Master." She replied. He cringed. He hated the way she said 'master.' It was as if she were trying to rake her nails across him. She had been very cooperative lately. Not once did he have to put her in the stocks. He sighed. It was kind of dull for the first few weeks. Her spunk had begun to grow on him. A lot. She was very pretty, and kind. He had seen her fix his brother's wound he got when he fell from the tree he had been trying to climb. He was interested in this curious girl. No, this woman. He sat down.
"Tell me about yourself." He said.
She turned and looked at him. "Do what?" she asked, surprised. He leaned back. "You heard me." He said. She looked at him and put her hand on her hip.
"You're kidding me." She said, shocked. "High priests don't take interest in their slaves."
"I do." He said simply. She stared at him. "My past is none of your business." She told him. "Master." She added, turning toward the door. He stood up, annoyed, yet relieved that she still had her spunk. He thought her spirit was completely broken since she was so subdued. This was her first MAJOR retaliation since the stocks, which had been months ago. He hurried to beat her to the door and stood in front of it.
"I asked you a question. Slave." Two can play that game he thought. "And I would like a reply. Where are you from?" he asked.
"You know where I'm from." She said. "Suez, by the Red Sea."
"What did you do there?" she looked at him and cocked her head to the side.
"You KNOW I assisted the village healer. Why are you so interested? Are you trying to make 'nice' or friendly conversation with a lowly slave, high priest?" she asked him, with a touch of attitude. Before she would've snarled at him, but she was growing used to being in the palace near him. And he wasn't as bad as he seemed at first. She had seen him with his little brother. The boy had even gotten under HER skin. He was such a doll. And spoiled rotten by his 'big brother.' She stared at him and awaited his reply.
"I wish to know where you get your skills from." He replied. He knew she was a doctor's aid. But he wanted to know more. Like where she got her attitude. Probably her mother, he thought.
"I worked for the village doctor since I was a child. He took me in when my parents died. I was eight." She said slowly. "I took over when he passed away three years ago," she whispered, more to herself than to him, but he still heard. (She's 19 now) "And now you know." She said smartly. He frowned and leaned toward her.
"I might just have to put you in the stocks again if you keep this up." He threatened. She leaned forward.
"You hated doing that to me as much as I hated being in them." she replied. He stared at her. She was to smart for her own good. And right. Darn her.
"Get out of her before I change my mind." He growled. He didn't have to tell her twice.
"BYE!" she said and flew out the door. He shook his head. He had played right into her hands and did what she wanted him to do. She wanted to escape and he'd let her. He sighed. He needed to toughen up some more. He decided to go duel someone and throw him into the shadow realm. Yeah, that would make him feel better. He hoped.