4. Behind Closed Doors
"You're joking right?" Alexia scoffed at Matthew, "I know what a jail is, and I'm telling you no one cares about men who rape women!"
"That's where you are wrong my friend; the authorities care greatly." With that Matthew grabbed her hand again and took her inside the building.
Once they were inside, Matthew ushered Alexia to a seat then walked over to a man in finely crafted armour. He and the man exchanged words that Alexia couldn't hear and then Matthew returned to her holding a set of keys. "Let's have a look shall we?" Matthew said with a smile, and Alexia, so intrigued by this man couldn't help but smile as well.
Matthew didn't even use the keys to open the cell door; he took out his trusty adamantine lock-pick set and opened the door quicker then if he had used the keys. As they entered Matthew shut the door behind them.
Alexia nearly fainted as they entered the cell. As soon as men saw her they did all number of gross things; one man even pulled down his pants and put his penis through the bars and out in front of her – which he soon regretted as it was lying on the floor, severed from his body, a few seconds later. There was an overwhelming smell of urine that Matthew, having grown-up on the streets was more then used too, but it pained him too watch as Alexia tried to adjust to the smell.
"These men are all in here for crimes of adultery and rape," Matthew turned to Alexia with a serious face "The man just ahead of us is to be publicly castrated, but he has been constantly asking to be killed in his sleep." With that Matthew handed her one of his daggers and bade her to go to him.
"Release your anger; it does you no good to keep it bottled up Alex."
Alexia actually ran over to them man, who woke suddenly just as the dagger entered his skull. Soon he was nothing but a lump of bleeding flesh; and Matthew helped them exit the prison so as the guard didn't see Alexia in her newly blood-stained clothes.
She and Matthew walked along the backstreets back to the hideout without speaking, but Alexia couldn't contain herself any longer.
"I just want to say thank you, thanks for everything," she then added with a blush, "I'm not used to men treating me kindly, or even acknowledging my existence let alone my feelings."
With that she pushed Matthew up against a nearby wall and kissed him, and after a few seconds he returned the favour, moving Alexia around so he had her pinned against the wall – but, Alexia smiled inwardly, not against her will.
Ames swung his Silver Blade down towards Jaffar's ankles. Jaffar jumped and somersaulted over Ames head, but alas, Jaffar underestimated the man's skill, and was nearly cut in half when Ames brought the Blade up and swung it over his head, which Jaffar had to smash both his Edges against to deflect the strong Blade.
When Jaffar landed on the other side of the man when he kept running hoping that Ames would follow him, and to Jaffar's delight he did.
Jaffar ran straight at the wall ahead of him and jumped at it feet first, and with his finely honed leg muscles pushed against it, sending himself cannoning back at Ames. But again Ames proved too skilful, for when Jaffar was launched back at him he simply set his feet in and held his Blade out at Jaffar's oncoming head forcing Jaffar to drop himself short of Ames' Blade, so when Jaffar got to his feet he had to skip back a few steps so that Ames couldn't strike him down.
"Surely the Angel of Death can fight better then this; what would Nergal think if he saw the great killer turned into some fancy-fighting schmuck", Ames words stopped Jaffar in his tracks.
"Ah, mistake one my assassin friend – never pause." At those words Jaffar felt an arrow sink into his left thigh, then another into his right, and when he looked up at Ames he saw two archers approaching Ames from behind, and when they got there, the one on the left continued walking and pulled out a tiny crossbow and aimed it squarely at Jaffar's forehead.
"Halt soldier," Ames commanded "let us see what happens when word gets out that the famed Angel of Death is up for sale," Ames grinned wickedly "or for torture." Jaffar gave Ames a look of sheer contempt – and fear? – Jaffar was disgusted at himself.
"To the dungeons you shall go, my friend, for we don't want your little thief friends to come rescue you."
They ran inside a nearby house and slammed the doors shut; not stopping to think it might be occupied – which luckily it wasn't. They ran over to the bed but didn't quite make it, instead setting themselves up against the end of the bed.
Matthew hitched up Alexia's skirt, and with her aid managed to release her breasts from the confinements of her thief's robes.
Pulling her underwear down around her ankles Matthew slid himself inside her, and Alexia gasped in delight. Staring at her breasts, Matthew found himself becoming incredibly erect, and made Alexia start gasping for more. Faster and faster Matthew pounded his groin against hers until he heard Alexia sigh and felt warm liquid fill up around his penis.
He kept going for a little bit longer until he groaned and relieved himself of his load, and to his surprise, heard Alexia sigh again as she climaxed for a second time.
"I love you" Alexia sighed, and they fell to the bed still joined together and kissed each other passionately until they both fell asleep.
Jaffar tried to crane his head to see Ames, but the chains the guards put him in were braced so Jaffar could hardly move at all.
After Ames' decision to keep Jaffar locked up, they had blind-folded him and led him down a series of long walkways and Jaffar felt as if he must be going further underground as the air was quite stale around him. They finally stopped where Jaffar was currently in chains.
Jaffar's thoughts drifted back to the battle against Ames, to the moment when Ames talked about Nergal. The reason that statement had given Jaffar pause was quite simple, Nergal was the one who trained him, because early on in life Jaffar figured out the ruse that was his upbringing; Nergal was his father.
Two words brought Jaffar out of his reverie, "Kill him?" said an unknown voice, a woman's by the sound of it, "No, at least not yet" said another voice that Jaffar recognised to be Ames'.
"Whatever you want," said the female voice, "but remember, he is almost certainly too dangerous to be kept alive." Then the woman added coldly, "Make sure whatever you do, it ends with his death."
Where are you Matthew? Legault? Jaffar thought, for the first time in a long time – perhaps ever – Jaffar needed help; Jaffar was afraid. Jaffar heard a loud creak as a door shut somewhere behind him. He was amazed at how the darkness was finally scary to him.
The man rushed along the familiar alleyways, with an exact destination in mind. Having seen Legault enter the brothel without blood on him, and leaving with blood on him, the man could only suspect that Legault had fallen far, far from grace.
As he rounded a corner he saw that he needn't go all the way to his destination, the person he wanted to see was right in front of him.
"Good day, Lord Hector" said the surprised young women, "Where is your destination that you rush so?" She moved closely to the man, obviously curious.
"Actually Nino, you're my destination and the word I bring should hopefully shock you as much as it shocked me".