Remisa Bulton's Story

I helped Xanthe down the long corridors to his quarters, I'm pretty sure he was intoxicated and was a chuckling mess. Saying the most illogical slurred sentences as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Slaves were not allowed to drink but he had offered me at least a dozen times alcohol to drink. "YOU ARE SO FUCKING cute REMISA, haha, THE SEXIEST SHITBLOOD I'VE SEEN TONIGHT BY FAR! But your horns are still awkward and I still want to cut them off"

"Uh, thank you sir, I think…" I ignored his words; it was definitely the alcohol talking, I had seen many more trolls that are beautiful at the party, even Capris looked stunning. He began walking faster, and my heels tapped against the ground louder, I shivered as we entered the cold corridors. He smiled wider at me as we entered the front room; He pulled me along, and pushed me down to sit on the sectional sofa. The soft black cushions pressing against my back, He ruffled my hair with one of his large hands. He then suddenly moved away from me into another room.

I sat in an awkward silence for what felt like forever before he came back with two wine glasses and a large bottle of Zinfandel Blush, A rose wine Xanthe drank quite a bit. He sat down next to me, he reeked of alcohol and as he got closer, the smell became stronger. He uncorked the bottle sending a stream of fizz onto the floor. I jumped slightly as the bottle hissed, and he just laughed like a child. He poured the wine into the glasses sloppily, handing me the least full cup. "Sir, I told you I don't drink nor am I allowed."

He sighs, looking at me irritably, scooting so he's only an inch away from me. "What if it's a fucking order?"

"Well, then I guess…I'd have too…but…"

"THEN IT'S A FUCKING ORDER!"

I jumped at his thunderous voice, spilling some of the Wine onto my hands, dripping onto my lap. I licked at my hands trying to clean up quick so none got anywhere else. He sat watching me, his breath heavy. I stared up at him momentarily, giving a Do I have to drink this glance towards him. He nods, smiling wider, his tongue running over his many sharp daggers of teeth. I took a quick sip, it didn't taste bad by any means but it still felt wrong to drink this. He continued to watch me, and I took a big sip this time. He also took a large swig, pouring himself another cup and refilling mine even though it wasn't empty. I took another bigger drink, looking around the room, "Thank you sir, for allowing me to have such an elegant drink."

"Stop being so formal my little cute pet…"

"What?"

"Just speak to me, don't say sir all the time, it makes me feel so high and mighty!"

"Uh, but you are…sir."

"Ah, Just FUCK it…Call me whatever then, I don't give a shit!" His words slurred more as he spoke. How much had he drunk in all? I didn't want to know, I just knew it was a LOT. He set his empty glass and bottle on the glass table in front of us with a Thud, and leaned back waiting for me to finish my glass. I drank in small sips until the glass was empty, it had little effect on me luckily, but Xanthe was acting quite strange.

"You just look so delicious Remisa-, like fucking chocolate…"

"Thank you, I think." I blushed, setting my glass alongside his on the table. "Sir, I think you should go to sleep, its late, and I should probably go clean up with the others!"

"NO! You can't go yet, I'll get in bed or whatever but don't leave just yet…"

"O-oh okay sir, I won't leave yet, but let me help you to your sleeping chambers."

We slowly made are way to his bedroom; he chuckled loud as we walked. He flopped onto his bed, dragging me down with him. I closed my eyes tight, feeling my face hit the cushions. He flipped me onto my back and hugged me tight against his body. "Sir please let go"

"WHY, are you leaving already, the parties just began…"

"Actually it just ended, your guests are probably leaving now, and I was just going to turn off the lights in the other room."

"AND YOU'LL COME FUCKING BACK RIGHT AFTER!"

"Yes sir."

"Fine then, but if you don't come back I'll come and find you! And you'll be sorry…understood!"

"Understood sir!" He loosened his grip and let me stand up near him; he smiled up at me as he sat up on his bed. "BE BACK SOON REMISA!"

"Yes sir" He then leaned in close, smacking my ass. I jumped nearly out of my skin as I darted towards the other room, hearing his uncontrollably loud chuckling ringing through the hall. I blushed deeper, feeling my face grow hot. "What the hell?" I whispered, moving towards the light switch in the front room and turning it off. I breathed in deep, thinking it was just the alcohol making him like this. I slowly made my way back and when I entered the room it was dim with only a small side table light turned on, But Xanthe wasn't anywhere to be found. "Sir?" I whispered, suddenly the door slammed behind me and I was spun around and was tackled to the bed, I screamed, and shook in surprise. "X-xanthe!" I yelled, feeling his alcohol-scented breath on my face. His eyes and sharp teeth glowed in the dim light around us, as he licked his lips. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around my wrists and pinning each of them down. He mumbled nonsense into my ear, before breathing out deep onto my face again.

He licked up my neck, slightly sucking at my skin, leaving a trail of saliva and flicking his tongue teasingly off my chin. I shook feeling his lustful indigo eyes on me, "P-please stop…" I whimpered, sliding my hands from his grip and pushing him away from me. I felt a slap to my face, and tears gushing to my eyes and overflowing. My face stung, and I tried my best to keep eye contact with Xanthe.I didn't want this to go any further. I breathed in and out, trying to calm my nervous breathing. "I said stop." I stared into his eyes, slanting my own slightly. He stared back, looking right through me. "AND TO WHAT AUTHORITY MUST I HAVE TO LISTEN TO A LITTLE SHITBLOOD LIKE YOU" I jumped slightly at his booming voice, and shook my head unknowingly.

He grinned predatory, He moved my hands and pinned both my wrists down with one hand now, sliding his now free hand onto my neck and flipped me onto my stomach, unzipping the back of my dress. I kicked my legs as I freaked out, I heard the impatience in his voice and heard a slight tear of the fabric. "STOP XANTHE!" I yelled and he moved me over to look at him. "WHAT NOW?"

"Please don't tear my dress, it's so nice and a wonderful gift I got, it'd be a waste if you ripped it up." He growled under his breath, moving me back onto my back completely. He crushed his lips sloppily against mine and I felt my whole body tense up, the kiss was more teeth and tongue as he pulled away a string of saliva dripped off my chin. He leaned down kissing me again; He kissed me harshly as I stayed frozen in his grasp. I felt a trickle of blood run down my chin as he bit into my lip. I could only stare at him in disgust, I felt my eyes water more and I began to weep loudly. He growled louder but then stopped, and just stared at me. "Leave." He whispered. I glanced at him wide eyed, what had he just said. "LEAVE YOU SHIT!" I jumped back, darting off the bed and towards the door, looking back at him. "Bring me some more wine, then you can go help clean up after the party or whatever."

"Yes sir!" I ran out of the room, heading to a mirror to look at myself first. My hair was falling out of its long braid and curling around wildly, my face was flushed copper and I had a small mark where he had slapped my face. Some of my blood was smeared on my chin and I quickly wiped it off with the back of my hand. I zipped up my dress again, trying to stop blushing. I noticed the small brown hickeys going up the sides of my neck and stared at myself in the mirror with disgust. I took out my hair, covering them up with it. Better go get his wine…I walked down the hall; reaching his cupboard, he kept all his drinks in. I looked through all the different types for a while before I ended up grabbing another Rose wine. I slowly walked back towards his room, my face flushing slightly again. That had been my first real kiss; I had received friendly kisses on the hand or cheek but never a full on kiss. I wanted my kiss to be with the person I felt red for and felt red for me, a gentle and cautious kiss, not a sloppy, inconsiderate, and harsh one! I really didn't want any of my black quadrants full currently…

I walked in, my face flushing deeper immediately as I saw him and a blue-blooded woman underneath him half naked. I froze, I had only been gone for a few minutes and he already had a woman in his quarters. I swallowed hard, bringing his wine to him, setting it on the bedside table. "Thanks Remisa!" he mumbled his voice still angry, and I responded with a nod, and walked quickly to the door. I heard the Blue blood mewl out to him, "You call your slave her name, does it even matter!" He chuckled and told me to stop my fast paced walk and to fetch him a few buckets from down the hall in his other room. I blushed deeper, why would he have me do something like that! Couldn't he do it himself, how embarrassing! "O-oh, of c-coarse sir…" I stuttered.

I turned hastily and ran off out into the hall, slowing my pace and strutting to the small room at the end of the hall. I opened the door, shaking as I reached down grabbing a bucket in each hand, sticking my tongue out in disgust. Oh my god, oh god! I just hoped no one would see me, I might die of embarrassment. I practically sprinted down back to Xanthe's room, knocking on the door. There was no answer. I knocked again, and there was a grunt and I heard him mutter, "Come in." I walked in, trying not to look at whatever was happening now.

I slowly made my way to his bed, handing him the buckets. He set them beside the bed, staring at me with heavy lidded eyes. The woman was on her back, her chest pressed flush against his. She stared at me in disgust, digging her sharp teeth into her bottom lip. She sighed and began to speak, "Will you tell your filthblood to leave, she's a nuisance and is interrupting us. I believe it is your time to go!" she turned her head towards me, spitting in my general direction. Oh, how ladylike! Xanthe growled low at her in warning, she turned to face him again, giving him a lustful look. He motioned me to go and I did as told, sprinting away to my block, my heart beating hard in my chest. I breathed out deep, catching my breath.

Holy shit! See there was no special reason he did any of that stuff back there to you! He'd do it to any troll he found an interest in or even didn't…You're nothing special, you are just his slave…Just forget all of it. I walked back to the room the party had been in and helped finish cleaning. There wasn't to much to do but I told the last few slaves I would finish everything up and they could leave. They thanked me and ran back to their places of residence. I swept the floor trying not to think of Xanthe or anything that had happened after the party. I inspected the room, nodding in happiness that it looked brand new and clean. I put away all the brooms and mops and other cleaning supplies in the closet we kept them in.

I made my way to my block passing Xanthe's room when I heard a loud ear-piercing scream. I jumped, sprinting into the room, not even thinking about knocking. Xanthe was standing by his bed in his indigo robe, covered in blood; Blue blood. The woman laid in pieces all over the floor, blood pouring from her mutilated body. I shook, shutting the door behind me. I looked up at Xanthe who was licking at some of the blood on his wrist. "She began to annoy me." Was all he said, I led him to the bathroom, starting the hot water in large tub for him. "I'm going to clean up out there sir, you get cleaned off okay." He nods and I left shutting the door behind me, moving to clean up the bloody mess from his bedroom. I first ran to my block changing into a shitty tan dress that wouldn't matter if I got blood on it and ran back, with a mop and sponges and some other cleaning supplies. Scrubbing at the carpet until the blue was less noticeable, I picked up the pieces of the bluebloods body, dropping them into a black bag.

The bottom of my dress, and my legs were stained cobalt blue, and I tried to ignore the smell of blood all over the room and me. Xanthe liked that smell so it should not be too much of a problem. My mind cringing away from the thought of how her maimed body was spread across the floor. I kept flashing back to when I had saw her at the party, chatting with others, laughing, making fun of the lowbloods that had crossed her. She had been alive just moments ago…and now was pile of bloodied flesh. I would feed the scraps to the wild bark beasts that roamed around as I always did. "Remisa?" I heard from the bathroom as I began heaving the heavy bag towards the door, I saw the door crack open and his eyes peering at me. "Goodnight, see you in the morning."

I nodded, exiting the room and down the hall towards the palace doors. A mid-blood guard stared at me in curiosity. He comes near, asking me my business. I told him I had to feed the bark beasts and he knew exactly what I meant. He followed behind me out the door, watching to make sure I didn't try to run away. Many had tried running away but they were always caught or killed on sight. Many beasts came running towards me at the scent of flesh and blood and I dumped the bloodied contents of the bag onto the dusty ground, making my way back inside as the bark beasts tore the meat apart even more, snarling and growling at each other. I glanced at the guard who gave me a fake smile as I walked to my block, lying on my bed lazily. Soon my eyelids were to heavy and I fell asleep my mind wandering over the events that had taken place that evening.

I awoke the next morning, the sun shining bright light through the small window onto my face. I had the same dream I always did again, but I tried to ignore it. I sat up slowly, stretching my arms and looking over at t he beautiful dress I had worn last night. I put the jewelry I had worn into a small velvet bag I kept in the top drawer of my dresser. I decided to tidy up my room slightly since I was guessing everyone was still asleep. I stacked up some of my jars full of things I had collected over the sweeps, old coins, seashells, shiny metallic rocks, empty spools of thread, feathers, and many other objects. I stacked my jars on the small shelf near my bed that I begged Xanthe for, I stacked them neatly, scooping up my books and setting them all next to each other in neat stacks and then piling up my sketchbooks and putting them on top of my dresser. I refolded my small array of clothes and repositioned them in my bottom drawer. I loved reading; Literature was always like a window because each window has a differing view on things, just as books do. Out of each window is a different world, and there are many worlds and views in literature, it makes me feel free in my caged world.

I had read all my books at least twice, and still I loved them with all my heart. I pondered this until I heard a knock on my door. I walked over and heard it unlock and then saw Xanthe as he opened it. I was nervous to talk to him; I just hoped he wouldn't talk about it whatsoever. We walked down the halls towards the dining hall, He told me to grab are usual table and I did so without a word. He came back with lots of food for him and a piece of bread, cheese, and few fruits for me. "MAN, my head hurts like hell!"

"It's from all the alcohol you drank last night sir…" I mumbled as I bit into the apple. He nodded as he took a bite of his food; He stared at me as we ate. I felt my face flushing, I felt as if everybody could hear my heart beating and feel the heat that was most certainly radiating off my face. I breathed in deep nervous breaths. He was staring at my neck and then his eyes grew wide and he began eating his food faster. What was he contemplating in his head right now? Was he making fun of me, laughing at my embarrassment?

I finished my food moments after he did and then he got up grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the dining hall towards his block. What had I done now… He threw me onto the couch and hovered over me, grabbing onto my neck and inspecting it, at the line of hickeys that had slightly started to fade. "WHO THE FUCK DID THAT TO YOU!"

I jumped in surprise, did he not remember last night? He shook me harshly, yelling louder. My eyes grew wide and I opened my mouth to talk, "Do you not remember sir?"

"Remember what, I asked you who the fuck did that!"

"You did sir." He froze, letting me out of his grip and putting his hand to his face. "You must of forgot because of the alcohol."

"Must be, MAN, I can't believe I don't remember that…what else did I do?"

"Uh, nothing sir…nothing at all." He bit into his bottom lip, digging his teeth into it. He looked like he was concentrating really hard on trying to remember last night, but he ended up giving up. He dismissed me to go ahead with my chores and that he would check up on me later. I walked down the hall, the bottoms of my sandals tapping against the floor. I saw one of the guards wave at me and run over. "Hey!" He smiled, and I rolled my eyes. Pierce Larken, an Olive blood with the worst attitude and pride problem I have ever seen. He had so many piercings ironically; I didn't even know guards were allowed to. He had an eyebrow piercing on each eye, a nose, A lower lip piercing, A tongue piercing and I could go on and on. I didn't want to know if he had any anywhere else. He stuck his tongue out at me, reaching out and ruffling my hair. I cannot believe his ancestor and mine had been Matesprits, especially if his ancestor had the same attitude. He pushed some of his long black hair out of his eyes, leaning against the wall in front of me.

"What do you want Pierce?"

"Aw, Don't be a Bitch! I just wanted to see whats up and shit, no need to hate on me!"

"I never said anything to make you think I was hating on you, I need to get to work though, if you don't mind!"

"Pft, you don't need too, there's no one around currently, no ones watching you but me!"

"Pierce, how about you get back to your job and let me work in peace, please."

He sighed, rolling his eyes, and flailing his arms and walking away without a response. I shook my head, taking my duster and dusting off the small tables and vases that lined the halls. After I finished dusting, I returned my cleaning supplies to the closet and turned around quickly into Capris. A wide smile on her face as she pulled me into a hug, spinning around the floor. "Guess what?" she asked, pulling my face up to look into her eyes.

"What?"

"I have a plan to get us out of here!"

"You can't be serious, I really would rather not be killed for trying to get free."

"But I have it all planned out!"

"Capris, come on, do you really think it'll work?"

"IT WILL! I know it will Remi. I have all of it planned out, and I'll protect you. I promise I will."

"Capris," I hugged her back tightly, "I just…"

"You've never even tried to run away, so you don't know if it won't work!"

"But the others who have died trying!"

"You aren't them," She pulled back from my hug and stood up straight, "I've been training, I'm strong now! Instead of you protecting me, I'll keep you safe okay!"

"O-okay Capris, I guess…" She would never really run away would she, no, it's just another one of her ideas that'll never really happen.

"I'll get you when I set the plan in motion." She began to run off before I yelled after her, "When is the plan being put into motion!?"

She shrugged, running off and I sighed. Capris was always like this, making imaginary plans and not even knowing when she was actually going to do them.