Chapter 14
Cruel Intentions
It was early morning, before dawn when he found that through his exhausted sleep, he'd been untied and moved to a corner within the basement, chained to the wall by a single thick, heavy chain. Shaking his head, his body stiff from the lack of movement, the slave would try to rouse himself only to find that his new Master towered over him. Struggling to rise, his teeth grit so as not to utter any his stirring, his vision blurring before coming back into focus.
Valknar would only grin. "Good morning my beast. Today, you learn etiquettes of how to serve around me and the guests. I do hope you've rested well, because you're going to need all the energy you can get."
Vegeta gave his Master a cursory glare unable to make a strong stand at the moment, but his hatred raged within, hotter than the fires that branded him Shoved from behind, he staggered foward a couple steps into blinding morning sunlight and no sooner did he catch his balance than he was given his command.
"When not working you will stand in that corner over there." Valknar would point to a distant, abandoned corner and then with a sharp voice he would continue. "Head up, eyes lowered, facing out, toes at a forty-five degree angle, back straight, shoulders back, hands clasped behind the right in the left, fingers down. I want the jaw parallel to the ground, hands in loose fists, thumbs at the seams. If you so much as move from that spot I'll see to it you're severely punished and talking is not allowed. Is this understood slave?"
The Saiyan would nod his head only then to be backhanded harshly enough to send him hurtling to the floor. A coppery taste would fill his mouth, and he knew it without looking, that it was blood that he was tasting. However, getting up once more, he stood boldly before his Master whom by this point was grinning viciously.
"You answer yes Master, no Master when I ask you a question slave. You do not nod or shake your head. You are a slave, property, and mine to do with as I see fit. Now try that answer again slave."
Vegeta bit his tongue severely to keep his thoughts in check. The last thing his weakened form needed right now was a fight. He would have to bide his time and it was at this time that the Saiyan would wipe the corner of his mouth from the blood and then answered with disdain and hate toward his Owner. "Yes Master."
Gripping the slave's collar, he pulled the Saiyan close to him. "I expect your complete submision beast and I will torture you to get it." Then tossing the slave against the wall once more, Valknar would take a seat "A glass of whiskey slave, and you better do it quickly."
Gritting teeth against the rib crunching toss, he rose up and holding his side would stagger quickly to the kitchen. His breath was labored as he bore it in silence, his hand braced briefly upon the counter within the grand mansion. Then with a breath catching in his chest, he would reach up to the cupboards and pulled down a glass. Pouring the whiskey, he would bring it back to his Master and placed it down upon the table before Valknar. "Your whiskey....Master." Vegeta stated veomously.
A flash of steel would be all that was seen before pain erupted in Vegeta's side, his eyes widened, but no sound was given as the knife was pulled from his ribs. His hand would go to the wound and it was then that the Saiyan's gaze narrowed. The pain already like fire, the Saiyan would charge his Master, his head tucked as he lunged for the seated Owner Upon making contact with a headbutt, Valknar was driven from his seat down upon the floor where the Saiyan would then proceed to fight. Vegeta was out for blood now as he then clobbered Valknar across the jaw with a swift and terrible right punch, drawing the blood of the Master under him.
Valknar cuffed the slave upon the ribs making use of the injuries as the crippling blow would drive the slave off Getting up, he wiped the blood off and then quickly activated the collar. Once the slave had collapsed to the floor from the agony, he inspected the slave closer and then would laugh. "I do believe you would have tried killing me slave. Too bad that would be your only chance."
Reeling from the pain, his breathing heavy, labored, he closed his eyes, his head laying upon the floor. The slave quietly lay where he had fallen as he listened to his Master's laughter as if he were forced to swallow a bitter pill. He waited until his body stopped humming before he moved again, his muscles screamed relentlessly forcing him to stay down until some manner of recovery could be claimed. The entire time, his Master stood over him as Valknar would watch the slave's every move. "Come on Vegeta, get up, you have to get up." He would whisper more to himself.
With no further hesitation, he would twist his body around and then pressing his palms firmly to the ground, he would slowly come to his feet once more, wavering, staggering back a step before he caught his balance and stood steady once more. His vision would blur and refocus several times before finally his body gave out on him. Collapsing to the floor once more, he awaited the death blow that would never come.
The Master grinned with evil intent as he approached the unconscious slave and to put shame upon the slave, he would then shackle the beast to the floor. "Indeed you put up a good fight, but you are but a slave. You cannot expect to win, only the Free and Owner win. A Prince to a slave, oh how you must hate the thought. It is something though that I revel in and you will be serving my purpose beast, whether you want to or not."
Hours would pass before Vegeta stirred, cursing that he wasn't taken out of his misery. "That is one mistake you will regret someday....Master." He uttered to the empty room. Then as he shifted, the Saiyan would then again hear the clanking of chains in his ears as he lifted up as far as the shackle would allow upon hands and knees, his head lowered from the pull of the collar.
It wasn't long before Valknar walked in and grinned looking to the slave now forced to hands and knees. "I know I have not had you long slave, but I believe it's time you were educated in the proper manners of a slave."
"I would rather rot in hell before I served the likes of you willingly." Vegeta stated tersely.
With that a sharp kick was given to the Saiyan's ribs and this time, ribs shattered. Vegeta felt the chain snap against his jaw as well as he growled heavily. Valknar walked by the slave and the Dark Prince growled heavily as Valknar would then unlock the chain once more. "Whiskey slave, five cubes. This time do the serve right. I'm sure you've seen it done in the taverns You will keep doing it until I see fit that it is satisfactory. I will expect it in Gorean style slave."
Vegeta spat to the side, a mark of disgracing the Master's home, only to find himself glared at heavily. Vegeta would lock eyes with Valknar and the Saiyan would not waver on the cold fiery glare in return, not backing down, not surrendering. Valknar though felt himself on the verge of feeling himself sink into the will of this unruly slave. However neither would break the stare until Valknar took his whip and cracked it, distracting the Saiyan's gaze to the whip. "You will submit slave, whether you want to or not."
The Dark Prince only glowered. "I will submit to those that are worthy of it, no other. You are certainly not worth the submission of a Saiyan Warrior. I will fight you Valknar, every step of the way."
"In due time beast, in due time you will kneel to me as your Master. My drink, now, unless you wish more of a punishment." Valknar would reply just as coldly.
Vegeta took a deep breath and as much agony as he was suffering, he would stumble towrad the kitchen where again he would pull out a clean glass. Closing his eyes momentarily, he sifted through his memories when he was cart pulling. Indeed, he had seen some of the serves, but not all the way through, he had always been pulled away before he could observe a full serve. However, he would then take a moment to mimick what he had seen.
Taking the glass he'd pulled down, he would take a moment to rewash it and his hands, before grabbing a soft cloth and dried it off, setting it upon the counter. His eyes would scrutinize the glass carefully as he quietly inspected it before he would put in the five cubes of ice and filled it to the half inch mark below the lip of the glass. Then coming back toward his Master, he would place it upon the table and backed away quickly to avoid any surprise that may be stored.
The Master looked at his slave carefully. "You know better than that."
"I am not Gorean, Master, I am a Saiyan." Vegeta vehemetly replied with much hate upon his voice. He was not about to claim something he was not. "I am a Warrior, and I will not submit to you of my own will."
"But you will submit boy." Valknar added as he grinned deviously. "I will be sure on that."
Vegeta glared at him only to start headed back to the corner when Valknar called to him again. "Field work slave. I want you in that field working now, no food or drink."
"Yes Master." Vegeta stated plainly, if not a bit disdainfully. Grabbing a sack on the way out, he would then begin to head to the crops and bend over to start pulling up the crops that were ripe. If not for the collar on his throat, he would have run from there, but with the injuries he was suffering from, he knew they would slow down his speed to the point where it wasn't even worth the effort. Taking this time to try to heal a bit from his wounds, he would notice the sun just rising into the clear blue skies.
It wasn't until the heat of the day that Valknar would come out to watch his slave work the fields. In his hand was a whip and watching the slave rise up momentarily to wipe the sweat from the brow, the Master would walk over and with whip uncoiled would lay it upon the back of the slave harshly enough to draw blood. "Wretched beast, quit stalling and get working. Faster!"
As the whip laid upon his back again, he turned to face his Master once more, his hand clutching the sack tightly in a clenched fist. "Maybe if you gave me something to eat and drink I could...Master. I've not eaten in at least a couple weeks. How do you expect my best when you don't give me anything to work on?" Vegeta growled as he spoke back to his Master like it was poison on his tongue.
Valknar though only narrowed his eyes and again giving a shock upon the collar. Vegeta again fought the collar around his throat, unable to stop the agony of the heavy shock. Once down, Valknar would take the slave by the collar and drug him to the beside the large mansion. There he lashed the slave down tightly in a spread eagle formation and then would go inside. Once coming back out, Valknar would then place sugar all around the slave and stripped him of his clothing. "You want to talk back like that to me 2706, I'll give you something to talk about."
After that was finished the Owner would walk inside the mansion, leaving the Saiyan upon strong shackles. It wouldn't take long before biting insects would begin crawling around and over him, stinging, biting. As much as he pulled on his chains, he couldn't break free from the miserable torture. Some now tried to burrow into flesh and the slave grit his teeth, flexing a brief energy field to send the insects scurrying away. Unfortunately, it was all the energy he had left. His mouth dry, his throat parched, and tongue sore, he tried licking his lips only to find no moisture in the hot desert heat. Drowsily, he would then lay his head back and would drift to sleep under the blazing sun.
It would be nightfall before Valknar came back out and then splashing a bucket of water on the slave would then leave him to be left shackled down. Under the cooler breeze of night, he shivered violently unable to get any rest. By morning, he was exhausted, his muscles ached, his body screaming for him to get in a more comfortable position. However, no one would come outside to let him off. Trying to get comfortable, it was impossible to move and what little he could, he found it not enough. Starving, thirsty, tired, and sore, he had little choice but to just lay his head back again and try to rest.
Three more days would pass under the blistering heat and cold nights before Valknar even cared to come back outside. By this point, the insects were fierce at their tethered meal and Valknar grinned. "I see the insects find your carcass inviting." After waiting several minutes for a smart retort back, he grinned. "Can't speak hm? Good, then perhaps two more days tethered will teach you a lesson about respect to me as your Master."
Lowering down to one knee, Valknar would take a canteen and in view of the slave drank the water until it was empty. Then grinning would tip it down to the tethered beast where he allowed three drops of water to tease the slave's mouth and then rubbed the wet outside mouth of the canteen to brush upon the dry cracked lips of his slave. "Hungry slave?"
Vegeta was starving, but he knew what the Master was trying to do. He was trying to get him to submit fully and unconditionally. He swore he wouldn't and that fire had yet to be conquered. He would be damned if he let it go now to Valknar, but the hunger in him drove him to desperation for something to eat, the conflict between survival and pride. In the end, as much as he hated it, he had to have something to eat. "Yes Master."
Valknar grinned sadistically as he then pulled out a salted cracker and fed it to the bound slave. Vegeta ate at it hungrily, but the salt was a natural dehydrator, and as Valknar moved to go back in the mansion again, the thirst and hunger would come back on him ten fold. In short the slave was being slowly tortured to see how long the slave could last without food or drink.
By the time he was pulled off the chains, Vegeta was nearly a skeletal figure. His gaze was clouded over as his Master took him to the basement and then shackled him to the wall. When food was brought down, it was scraps and it was then that Vegeta found another vice, food aggression. Pulling it quickly to him, he kept constant guard upon the food, while at the same time watching the Master that stood there. Water was drank by cupping his hands into the dish and drinking from his hands. As quickly as he'd eaten though he watched his Owner retreat to the stairs and up. It was only then that he would relax fully.