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Chapter 2: The Outspoken

Kazejin saw the man's lavender orbs flick in their direction. She knew, right then and there, he was intent on choosing one of them. I have to protect my household, Kazejin thought to herself. I cannot allow this man to take my best friends away from me.

The man approached Shizuka first. No not Shizuka! Kazejin screamed in her head. She's…

"Too innocent," the man remarked, plucking the words right out of Kazejin's head. Kazejin sighed in relief.

Next, he grasped Anzu's chin, and tilted her head from side to side. Her blue eyes met his with false fierceness; tears were brimming in her eyes, and it was quite apparent she was terrified.

Too breakable," their captor sighed, and moved on to Mai, Kazejin's sister. Mai, however, had no qualms about the handsome man touching her. "Oh dear me," the man murmured softly. "You would like me to choose you, wouldn't you?" Mai said nothing, but lust glittered in her eyes. Mai, unlike the other three, spent her life courting and seducing men. It was part of her lifestyle, and, as she was a respected woman, she was called to court often. Well, not anymore; now that their city was classified as traitorous, Kazejin knew her family would no longer enjoy the protection of the Pharaoh. Kazejin rolled her eyes. Only Mai would be able to think about men in a situation like this. However, Kazejin was growing increasingly nervous. What if the man took her? Kazejin couldn't bear to lose her sister. She watched silently, her anger building as he touched Mai's shoulders, rubbing them gently. "In that case," the man purred, "I think you are…"

"No!" Kazejin screamed, unable to hold back. "You can't take her, you filthy bastard!"

"…too eager," the man finished, whipping his head around. He turned his cool gaze onto Kazejin. "And you are too outspoken. Out of line, sweetheart. Now."

A guard shoved the girl towards Malik. If there was one thing Malik wasn't used to, it was women yelling at him. Malik, though annoyed by them, was gentle with women for the most part. Even so, he was not about to allow one to speak to him in that manner.

"What did you call me?" he asked, his tone dangerous.

Kazejin looked him square in the eye, and responded, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "A filthy bastard."

Malik glared at her, surprised she repeated the insult. "Look at me," he hissed, "and apologize."

"No."

Malik was taken aback by her insolence. "Need I remind you that I am your master? You will belong to me, if I so wish it."



"I belong to no man." she answered calmly.

"Enough!" Malik yelled, his quick temper engulfing him. "I will not tolerate this!" Malik raised his hand, and struck her face hard. She didn't cry out; instead, the girl simply sat up, and returned to her position, kneeling in front of him. Frustrated with her lack of response, Malik grabbed her chin roughly, and tilted her head back forcefully. He twisted it to the side, making sure there was a mark left behind by his hand. "Let that be an example to you all!" Malik yelled. "I do not tolerate this foolishness!"

Malik turned her head forward once again, and bent close to her, so he could examine her features. Actually, she was quite lovely. He couldn't believe had had failed to notice. If it weren't for her sharp tongue, he would've seen that right away. She had a slender face, with a perfect ski-slope nose and thick lips, currently set in a pout. Her cheekbones were high and regal, giving her an air of royalty. Her eyes were similar to his; they were a beautiful lavender color, but they were a shade lighter than his own. Her glossy black hair was arranged elegantly on top of her head. She must be of nobility, Malik thought to himself. His eyes scanned her body. Perfect, he smirked to himself, she has the body of a whore. I guess I could enjoy this gift after all, provided I can make her want me. She had nice breasts, in Malik's opinion, and was curvy at the bottom, with a slight, tiny waist.

"Stop staring at me!" she snapped.

This time, Malik did not fly off the handle. He had hit her, and she still was being combative. In fact, he found her nerve rather enticing. It would be a change from the submissive women he was used to.

"Father," Malik said, calmly releasing her. "I want this one. She needs to be trained. Perhaps a night in my room will teach her a lesson."

Lord Ishtar nodded, and waved his hand. The guards grabbed the girl, and dragged her towards the hallway. The girl kicked and screamed the entire way. As Malik returned to his brother's side, he couldn't help but smile. This will certainly be interesting…

Marik shot an annoyed glance at his brother. His gift was supposed to piss off his Malik, but now it appeared Malik was looking forward to taking this girl into his bed tonight. What's more, Marik wanted that girl since he had seen her walk in. The others were beautiful, but he had noticed her spirit right away. She was tough and feisty; in other words, she was the kind he liked to break.

"I thought you didn't fuck slaves without their permission," Marik whispered.

"I won't," Malik answered. "I just want to teach her a lesson. She needs to know who her master is. Besides, I find her challenging; you know how bored I get with women who are easily seduced."

"Hm," Marik paused thoughtfully. "Oh well, since I can't have her, I'll take her friend." Marik's voice raised. "Bring me the innocent one! The girl with the red hair!"



Shizuka was brought before Marik, trembling. "Excellent," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Place her in my chambers."

The guard did as he was bidden, and Shizuka was taken away.

Marik turned to his brother. "Do pass that firecracker on when you're finished. I really want to screw her."

"Not a chance," Malik said lightly. "She's mine now, and need I remind you, you are the one that gave me such a gift."

Marik sulked. Finally, the food arrived, and the banquet commenced.