The next day, he ordered that the chains be removed. He kept his reasons to himself, they were that he wanted to feel his body pressed against her's. He walked down the stone floor hallway, his footsteps echoed down the hallway, the sound bouncing into the many cells that branched off the main hallway. The cells contained women he had broken, they were quiet. They didn't speak or smile. Those women were soul-less people of various ages who did nothing. Eating rarely occurred for them, but they slept constantly. It made their hellish existanced seem to be just a dream. They ended up as the epitome of submissive. He thought himself merciful by keeping them in their cells. When he first began his obsession, he would release the women. He found they quickly died after being released.
When he reached her cell, she was leaning against the back wall. Was he surprised? Hardly. She was standing relatively still, breathing slow and strong. She made eyecontact with him, her emerald green eyes intimidating. The elvaan woman bowed her head to him, her hair falling from behind her long ears. He felt afraid, which wasn't right. He lifted his hand, bringing the back of it down on the side of her face. She stumbled away, a bright red handmark on her cheek. When she caught herself, she shook her head then spoke softly in her gentle, melodical voice.
"I do not know who you are, nor where I am... Why I am here, or who I am. Because of this, I simply request that you escort me out of whatever this place is."
She spoke with an air of calm and collected thoughts. Her voice didn't entertain ignorance, but a gentle caress of passive confidence. Whatever power that would have been asserted over her had melted away to nothingness. She began to speak again.
"Forgive me if I am rude, but may it be a chance that you have lost the will to speak?"
She sent unnerving chills down his spine, there was never a woman who did that to him. He despised it and it sent a bitter taste to his mouth. He spoke with a gruff voice of someone with a very sore throat.
"No. You won't be let free. You are mine now and I have worked hard to get you. I will break that iron will of your's, or you will die."
Her lips formed an idle frown as she shakes her head, resuming eyecontact with the very tall Elvaan man before her. Her red-orange hair rustling against her soft blue shirt. Now that he thought about it, this was the first time he got a good look at her clothes since she had arrived at his house. Her soft blue shirt was wrappe daround her torso, accentuating her breasts and the slope of her shoulders. She wore long black slacks and gently worn sandles. Although some of the women came better dressed, this nameless elvaan woman was the most beautiful.
"I pity your choice. This failing endeavor will cut your sinful life short. I hope you will be able to forgive yourself."
Her voice was stiltingly cold, it accented the words of a gentle threat that he would not honor. As fear flared into his eyes, he grabbed her throat and slammed her her into the wall behind her; he slid her up the wall to gain leverage on his tightening grip. The words of an angered old woman ran through his mind. 'My children, unnamed and graced with beauty from the goddes, their hands shall clens you of your wicked deeds.'
The red haired elvaan woman gazed to him before closing her eyes and tilting her head up, exhaling slowly as her body went limp, her limp feet dangling from the ground.
He held her there for a moment before releasing her and stepping away. She crumpled to the floor, as a sheet of falling glass. She was holding her breath, untaut as he looked over her. He wasn't a fan of necrophelia, but maybe this once.
He laid her out flat on her back, tugging away her top to see her bare, cream coloured skin. Her breasts absorbed his eyes for a moment before he tugged away her pants. He removed his pants, then knelt down over her legs as he prepared himself for her. Suddenly, he whimpers as she brought her knee up to his groin in an angry force. He falls to the side, curled up. She rolls away from him, standing. She re-wraps her shirt and fixes her pants before pulling back her bangs then, with a clip, clipping them to the top of her head. She spoke then, her voice colder than ice.
"I refuse to kill you, although you would have me. You have destroyed so many women, it is not safe for you to be armed."
From within the sleeve of her shirt, she slides out a thin dagger. She kneels down, then, quickly and efficiently, she removes his testicles and penis, tossing them aside. He screams and writhes on the ground, creating a mess of his blood. She speaks coldly, her voice over powering his screams.
"I have broken you. Unlike most of the woman here, you shall be able to live. Most of them will die before the first month is up. Atlana has returned your sins, may Promatia take pity on you."
She bowed slightly and exited the cell. She walked up the main hallway to the back door, opening it to another hallway. She was looking for someone she didn't remember. She walked slowly and steadily down the hallway, gazing into each of the cells.
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Back in the Elvaan woman's cell, the man lied there. His bleeding had slowed, but not the pain. He had stopped screaming and started thinking. He wondered why hadn't she killed him, who was she and why did all of this have the vague feeling of being planned. He heared a noise and turned his head to see what it was. One of his women was standing in the cage, while the rest were croweded outside. Grace, who was standing in the cage, was holding the large stone he had used as a door stop in her hands. Grace stepped closer and he screamed, she lifted the stone and brought it down on his head. There was a sickening crunch before, in his eyes, everything went black.
Grace stepped back, blood splattered on the hem of her dress, and into the crowd of women. Blood spilled freely from his head, his skull had collapsed and squished his brain matter. The scene was greusomely disgusting. The crowd grew sparce, walking off in a daze until one woman was left standing, tears gently falling from her eyes before she walked off, wiping her eyes.
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Back in the ajacent hallway, the elvaan woman walked slowly, glancing into each cell. She knew the man would be dead by now. Someone spoke, drawing her attention to the cell. The woman who spoke wore a simple brown dress. Her eyes were golden in colour and her long golden blonde hair was in a long, thick braid that fell over her shoulder.
"My dear child, you're the first I've seen of female in sex and walking without the company of our captor. Tell me, lady, your name that has yet to be breathed upon my lips."
The golden eyed woman spoke gently, a soft trace of how an angel would speak. The nameless elvaan peered at the hume.
"Forgive me, miss, I have not a name to call my own. Might I inquire what your name is?"
The elvaan spoke softly, stepping to the bars of the cell. The hume smiled and stood, stepping to the bars herself, leaning against them.
"I'm called Cassandra. You must forgive my husband. When he started this, I thought he ment nothing. He was disappointed in our elvaan daughter. He wanted a hume child... I had given him an elvaan... She was taken from us by an old woman."
The red-head seemed unphased by this, gazing into the hume's eyes before asking a simple question.
"Why did he decide to put you in here? It does not make sense to me. I cannot wrap my mind around why a man would abandon his wife here."
Cassandra idly smiled, resting her head on the bars of her cell as she spoke lightly.
"I had threatened to send him to jail, report him to the guards because what he was doing was wrong. He had gone overboard with it."
She paused for a moment, before speaking again.
"I assume it made him angry because he grabbed me by my hair then and dragged me down here. He locked me in and left me for a few days, hired help brought me food and clothes. I thought he'd let me out eventually, but , alas... I've lived in here for the last year or so... I've lost count."
The elvaan woman shook her head slowly, not understanding how any man could be disgustingly perverse, and this woman not leave him immediately. The elvaan woman spoke in reply.
"You know he is dead, there for I shall not speak those words to you. I offer you to come along with me. I do not know where I am going, and I cannot assure you in who I am or in the fact that there will not be any danger involved. You have the right to decline, you will be released no matter your choice..."
She trailed off, which was uncommon for her, but she didn't know why it felt such. She looked into Cassandra's dancing eyes before the hume spoke softly.
"Was it you who killed my husband? Or somoene else...?"
The elvaan shook her head, then Cassandra continued.
"Well then, it seems that I shall be your travelling companion."
The nameless woman grins and pulls the barred door aside, letting out Cassandra who was dwarfed by the Elvaan's height. Cassandra smiles up to her and begins to walk off before turning back and saying to the Elvaan waoman...
"We need to name you... I don't really know what to call you otherwise."
The elvaan just stood there, looking at the hume girl as she thinks. Cassandra speaks again, shaking her head.
"Well... Lets go.. I can't think of anything."
The elvaan woman grins, then nods, following Cassandra with long strides.