The stifling heat never seems to end... Even worse when I wear black and orange armour which covers my entire body that tends to absorb the heat. Whoever made this armour set should get their asses kicked. But there is still that conflicting part in my head where it is nice to actually wear clothes and shoes that are not just dirty, tattered rags. The stink of lower slaves end still wreaks in my nose and try my hardest to pretend I'm smelling fancy nobles' perfumes than the stench of death and decay.
One of the orange dragons with their draconium energy mag powers dragged me and then slammed me into a chair made of stone. They dragged me into a private torture chamber located underneath the largest golden pyramid in the world. I can hear the screams of both humans and dragons suffering through the thick stone walls. It never fails to send a chill down my spine...
The slam blew the air out of me and I grunted in pain. The three other dragons arrived and pinned me on the chair with their mag powers, there would have been at least four of them. These dragons have visible large brains that take up most of the head as they are very creepy looking creatures. They walk on two legs with orange scales with a blue underbelly. They keep their personal human slaves sitting on their saddles that are magnetized to the back of their heads. By looking at them they were really afraid of losing me... Can't have one of your favourite money makers running away now... There is one thing the Orange Empire loves just as much as its slaves and its gold.
A human wearing orange mind control gear that covered his entire face was carrying a small black mask. It was so hard to try and take him seriously since it looked like an octopus decided to make a home on his head. But what they are going to do me is serious... I am a trained Iqhosha soldier who has passed all the trials except for being overly obedient and kill an innocent child on command. The child is a thief the dragon proclaimed... He was just a scrawny little boy that looks like the age of five. He is definetly a slave from this country with his mannerisms and can speak rough Prisshek. He is begging and crying for his life to spare him and crying out for his brother name "Hedvar". What a brave soldier I am killing a helpless little boy... And knowing these dragons they would not find Hadvar and tell him where his brother is. I raised my curved sword up looking like I was going to deal a killing blow to him. However, instead of hitting him, in a moment's notice, I attacked the orange dragons that surrounded the boy. I jumped around, dodging all of their mag attacks and managed to kick the four dragons on the head knocking them unconscious. The Iqosha training and experimenting has given me strengths and speeds that normal humans do not possess. It was through immense cruelty and pain that I was given these "Gifts" and these moments of torment haunt me every night in my sleep.
I managed to distract them all as the boy managed to escape into a hole into the sewers which leads to exits around the city. But breathing a sigh of relief I noticed I was surrounded. I had no choice but to surrender, so I dropped my weapon and placed my hands over my head while kneeling. My dragon master Isil looked down at me on the balcony overseeing the arena and was not impressed by my display of refusal in front of the customer. Who was surprisingly a human member from the Turquoise Empire and claimed to be from the capital city of Mille Voix... Another well-known slave state. Even though the Orange Empire does not like to talk to humans as equals they still trade with other Empires for different services, after all, they love they love their gold. The customer was wearing an outfit that made him look like a light blue pompous clown he is not easy to miss. Wearing a dark blue mask that covers his eyes as if he is going to a fancy party and has long straight pink hair. Also hard to miss all of his guards who also wear turquoise armor with large feathers on top, hard to see details of them from a distance. But the customer just smiles at me with a unique slanted smile tainted with his blue lipstick.
Master Isil trained me to be a very expensive slave for hire. Iqosha soldiers can be used for anything, guards, designated breeders, mercenaries, assassins... It really depends what the buyer wants me to do. Most of the Iqosha soldiers are in the king's guard and we are trained to work for him. However, Master Isil likes to keep some for himself and likes to use us for hire. After all, it is Master Isil who funds our torture and creation... Not the Emperor.
The dragons that surrounded me began to laugh at me...Even the slaves on their mind control even try to laugh so it seems they are trying to translate it. As the dragons took me away to the underground I shouted at all of them to go fuck themselves!
I was bought for one small bronze in the slavers market at age twelve after my own father sold me from Waters Gate. According to Master Isil I was the best deal he's ever had until I opened my mouth. They have certainly scarred me mentally throughout the years that I suffer from nightmares when I sleep. Some of my actions during training, I will forever regret till the day I die. But I try my best to make the best of my situation. Think of my happier days... Just think of happier days...There might not have been many in my life, but they exist. The days she was with me... I can only dream of seeing her again.
"Thizzar ita nouthinn IKe e slavar whee doza on deezer rer tore".
There is nothing like a slave who does not do what they are told, my mind translated. I stopped thinking of her and realise I was back in the torture chamber being held against my will. I looked up to see Master Isil towering in front of me with his personal human slave on his saddle. With such powers of the mind control gear, the human is mentally connected to the dragon. The slave under control is on his saddle and speaks human tongue for the dragon so I can perfectly understand what Master Isil is saying.
"Kres Mastaar?" I quickly replied and swallowed. A simple yes master should suffice, I have to be very careful of what I say to him. I already said and did "horrible" things before I got dragged down here. After all, it is why I am here...I know how to speak the prophet language, the tongue of Prisshek I know Master Isil likes it when we use the native tongue and not Draconis tongue. I admit I am feeling terrified... My heart is beating so fast. There are so many things Master Isil can do to me. Maybe bash me up till I'm black and blue, leave me in a cage above their molten lava pits for a few days and hope the chain on the cage doesn't break, whip me many more times, hang me on a cross for all other human slaves to see, so many things that they do to make us realize we have miserable lives.
"Ki raala Ike yoush... Brut yoush raala desheeraakosh meh toz... Fi yoush wah anathoa slavar Ki woullaa kisha hung parta hava teem dishraka att Slavar brash!"
I really like you... But you really disappointed me today... If you were any other slave I would have had them hung and have them displayed at slavers bay! My heart started to ease a little once I heard what he said. Master Isil's human slave tried to emote of how Master Isil was really acting. But it looked difficult because when they are mind controlled they have no emotion, it has been taken away from them. The dragon is growling the words and the human just translates a few seconds later. Master Isil didn't need human words to describe how annoyed he was, all I had to do was to look at his piercing yellow eyes and facial expressions.
"Ki vil iver yoush anthrata kanta slavar 142"
I will give you another chance slave 142 and my heartfelt at even more ease. Master Isil eventually took a long breath in and out. After a while, he even smiled... I didn't know what to say... Another chance? Its a rare commodity for a slave. Can't stand hearing my slave numbers though no matter how many times I've heard it, my name is Aaron... I don't have a last name due to my enslaved bastard status, but I am Aaron and always will be... As my mother once told me to try and never lose myself even through my suffering.
But Master Isil must care for me in the tiniest little way if this is the case to give me another chance. Or maybe it's because of the money and he does not want to waste an expensive product... The four dragons who magged me onto the seat let me go and I just collapse onto the stone chair. It was a relief since the draconium mag pressure is getting to my chest making it harder to breathe, as I straightened myself on the chair. I smiled a little, nodded and thanked him with as much courtesy as I can. After all it could be much worse, however that mask the human slave is holding still gives me a moment of anxiety. It doesn't look like mind control gear that's for sure.
Master Isil nodded and the human walked closer towards me with the mask. I looked at the slave cautiously as he walked closer. The mask was small, but it looked like it was made out of metal material and is pure black. It has a vent so you can breathe from the nose and mouth. It suited the rest of my armour... Then I had a close look of it as the slave with it stood in front of me. The inside of the mask had sharp metal barbs that look like it's going to pierce gums. I immediately went into a panic the four dragons who sat there waiting, magged me still against the stone chair. No matter how are I wriggled I couldn't escape from it. A few other slaves came in to pin my arms and legs. One then opened my mouth and the mask carrier then placed the mask onto my mouth.
Placing the sharp barbed mouth guard into my mouth brings to tears into my eyes as I try my hardest to fight back. The pain was excruciating and I taste all of the blood in my mouth. I couldn't help but swallow the blood and pain one of the slaves pushed my lower jaw up. It felt like they were sewing my jaw together in place. To hold the mouth guard in place. Around my head, there is a round metal bar and one of the slaves started to rotate a clock mechanism on the left and right side of the mask. They are tightening the mask around my face, even worse when I noticed the mechanisms has a small key as they tightened. This is a way to prevent me from taking the mask off myself. I then realized I was crying at this point as the pain was unimaginable. I have been whipped, beaten and burned but this is something else.
Before I knew it the slaves were finished... Blood was pouring down my neck from behind my mask. All I tasted was blood... I tried to speak but it was entirely pointless I couldn't move my mouth. After a while, though I noticed I can open my mouth a little but this causes the bars to move and it is excruciating. I had to keep swallowing to prevent myself choking on blood.
Master Isil smiled and looked at me. I was in complete tears but I managed to give him a cold stare. He quickly told me I have a special hole in the mask to eat but I can only eat mush... So I am now stuck on a liquid diet. He also lovingly mentioned that eating will always be excruciating for me and the taste of blood will always be there, I sighed knowing that my life has only just gotten worse... I have pretty much become mute... My voice has been taken all because I tried to spare a little boy's life and tried to stand up for myself. I have no idea if it is temporary or I have this for the rest of my life, Master Isil never mentioned it.
After a while, they took me out of the torture dungeons and we walked home back to Master Isil's Mansion by the Slavers bay. All the dragons in Master Isils group are roaring at each other and laughing it looks like they're having a good conversation with each other. I do not have a rider so I walk next to them, but keeping pace with them is easy. The idea of running away did cross my mind however if I did run away how could I escape the city without people noticing me. Humans need special clearance with their masters to leave. The city is surrounded by walls that are two hundred feet high.
We are almost at Master Isil's mansion it is a magnificent place located near the golden pyramid. It has a huge garden that human slave gardeners are tending to at this moment. Most of the plants have been exported from the rest of the world. It is also the greenest part in the city as everywhere else is palms and desert. It is another way to show Master Isil's wealth as you have to walk through the garden to the entrance of Master Isil's mansion. However, we just walk past over to the large arena located next to the garden. The Iqosha slaves live underground of the arena which has small, dark and barren cells. It is not a place to call home sweet home...
While walking Master Isil deliberately pointed with his tail for me to look up as we walked to the entrance of the arena where the slaves are kept. That was when I saw it... The boy I tried to save hung up on a cross dead in the excruciating heat.