A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time. I had so many terrible things happen and it kept me busy. Plus i had a bad case of writers block. I didn't forget about this story i just never had the time to work on it. I will try to get it updated more often. Hope you enjoy this next chapter!
Chapter 9
"I can't believe I am wearing this" Jhori thought as she looked in the mirror at her outfit. " I look like a...a...slut is the only word that comes to mind."
The outfit was modeled after a medieval bar maids outfit. It was not very low cut with off-shoulder sleeves and it showed off her whole mid-riff and her abs. The skirt was ankle-length and flowy. Jhori had hated this outfit while she had just seen it laying on her bed. She had searched everywhere for something..no ANYTHING else to wear. Her clothes had been stained by blood and had been burned though. Apart from a few undergarments that wouldn't cover her any better then the clothes would, there was nothing else she could do.
A knock came on the door. "Fair Maiden," Dalet called, "are you ready to come out and be escorted to Lord Dilandau's throne room so that he may tell you what he would like your first task to be?"
Dalet had been her only companion while she was locked in her room the past few days. The constant sarcastic banter was all that kept her from pulling her hair out with frustration at how bored she was.
She had the urge to have him open the door just so she could throw her breakfast glass at his head.
"There is no way I am going anywhere with this on," she stated defiantly.
Dalet muffled a loud laugh. "Oh come now it cannot be that bad!"
"Open the door and see for yourself how bad it is then!" Jhori yelled.
The door and Dalet stepped into the room. As soon as his eyes fell upon Jhori all the sarcastic words he had prepared caught in his throat. Stepping up to her he took her hand and bent and kissed it.
"My lady, you are more exquisite than anything I have ever seen."
Jhori was so shocked she could do nothing but let her mouth hang open in a small "o" at his actions. Dalet, never one to let a opportunity slip out of his grasp, grabbed her shoulders and kissed her lips lightly at first but when she did not resist him he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. Just as quickly as it began though it ended.
Dilandau had come to see what was taking Dalet so long to bring Jhori to him. He had walked in just as dalets arms had wrapped around her and something inside him snapped. He quickly grabbed hold of Dalet's collar and threw him across the room.
Jhori screamed as she saw Dalet fly into the wall and land in a heap on the floor. Dilandau Kicked him hard in the side and jhori could swear she heard bones crack. Rushing at Dilandau she grabbed hold of his arm to try to get him away from Dalet.
"Dilandau stop this right now!" She struggled and finally got between him and Dalet enough to shove him away from the poor man lying gasping in pain on the floor. "What the heck is the matter with you!" She screamed at him only to get thrown into the bed. Her head hit the wood of the bed hard and she could have sworn she saw stars. Her visioned threatened to darken and she struggled to stay concious.
"I will deal with you later." Dilandau snarled at her then he turned back to where Dalet was struggling to his feet. "You will go to the training room...NOW!" Dalet stumbled out the door and headed for the training room.
Jhori tried to protest that Dalet was in no condition to train with him and that Dilandau had done enough damage to him but no words would escape her lips except small moaning sounds. Her eyes closed as another wave of pain came from the sore spot on her head.
Dilandau grabbed her by the arms and lifted her to her feet. The sudden movement made Jhori's head spin and she would have toppled back to the floor had she not been held up by his strong hands.
"You have yet to learn the rules here little slave," Dilandau said strangley calm. "You are my slave which means no one else can touch you. That includes passionately kissing one of my slayers."
Jhori suddenly felt a rush of indignace rise in her. "I was not passionately kissing anyone," she said as her feet became steady and she tried to pull away from him. He was too strong though and she could not break the hold he had on her. "He kissed ME. I did not do anything wrong."
Dilandau's eyes, now burning as if they were on fire, bored into hers with such intensity she found it hard to not break the gaze.
"He will be punished for his actions." Dilandau said with the same calm tone. "As you should be as well. For now you will do well to remember what happened here and try not to let it happen again. The outcome might not be so well in your favor the next time."
With a swiftness that surprised her he pulled her closer kissed her on the lips a deep fierce kiss and then flung her back onto the bed with a swift slap across her face. Then, turning a smug grin on his face he left the room to finish the punishment he had started with Dalet.
Jhori felt a tear slide down her face and quickly wiped it away. How she HATED him!
A/N: So how did you like it? I hope it was good. Please REVIEW! I need to know if it was good. Another 5 reviews and I could post another chapter up soon. Reviewers are wonderful people:o)
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