New Old Hell

Part 3

by Rondabunny

It was unusual to find herself waking up in a comfortable bed. After a year of training she forgot the feeling of soft covers caressing her skin. She woke up with a new feeling of no pain at all. The wizard who worked for Lord Rahl was a real healer. He cured almost all her broken bones and scratches. There remained only minor scars that could be removed maybe only by a wizard of the first order but there were no such thing in D'Hara anymore as Zed ran away with Kahlan and the Seeker and sealed the border between two worlds. Again Cara felt abandoned by her friends and by her child by everyone she loved in her life. Now she had to go on living for the creature that Nicci left behind because for Darken Rahl he was a useless bastard born just to become a greatest pet wizard and Cara had to make sure that this boy would care about everything which would surround him.

When servants came in with basins of water, trays of food and different fragrant oils for massage Cara thought to herself: "It'll be a damn long day and the night will be even longer." But she tried to get rid of those sad thoughts and enjoy the moment.

"Mistress Denna – my lady's maid, how come that you're here dressing me up?" Cara wrinkled as Denna laced up the corset tighter on her white dress which she found quite ironic for a Mord'Sith to wear but she had to get through this day no matter what. Denna just sent the other woman a dirty look and tied up the laces. Cara looked at the pretty face in front of her and sighed. If Denna only knew how she longed to be far away from this place and from the man who in few candle sticks would be her husband.

The ceremony was pompous and too long for an impatient woman like Cara though she survived it. She permitted this man place a ring with a diamond on her finger and she let him kiss her afterwards. There were a lot of guests from many rich families, Rahl's new friends and companions that he made during this year. Some of them truly believed in him others were threatened to serve him. For common people it was a spectacle where wine flew like water, bards, actors, clowns, tricksters and musicians entertained the crowds of idlers and orphan children who were happy to play with new expensive toys given to them thanks to the outstanding event. Cara watched the performances of actors, listened to greetings and wishes but her mind was far-far away from this place. Her goblet was filled for the tenth or twelfth time during this evening but the plate was still full. She drank, made jokes and smiled to the crowd of people she didn't want to be among and she tried to rip away her soul with the wine she drank. When the time came to go to bed with her newly former lover-husband it was a little bit funny that her mind was still sober while her legs were to numb to walk by themselves. Guests made merry of Rahl's wife being unstable because of an overwhelming feeling she had for him and Darken took her in his arms and carried away.

He brought her to the bedroom, put her on the king-size bed and quickly unlaced her dress.

"Why so impatient, my Lord? We have all night before us," Cara pronounced in a thick voice. She smiled as only Cara could smile and it made him even more furious. She was drunk, drunk like a dirty slut in a filthy tavern that offered her for a glass of wine.

"You're drunk!" He shouted.

"Not at all," She tried to get away from his grabbling hands but failed. He already managed to strip her naked. To her surprise he lifted her up again. "Where are you taking me?" She didn't struggle. It would be useless in her condition. She let the time fly by not worrying what would happen next. When he brought her to a bathing pool she was amused. "Wanna play, my Lord?" But suddenly she felt pinching pain in her whole body as he dropped her into the pool. The water was freezing cold.

The first few seconds she couldn't catch her breath. Rahl got rid of his clothes and jumped into the water as if it was a nice, steaming bath. He made his way to Cara, grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled it underwater. Accidentally she gulped some water and punched him to get away from his grip. Darken let her go. She swam to the other side of the pool trying to get out of water as quickly as possible. Her limbs started growing numb. The Mord'Sith breathed heavily shivering on the tile floor of the bathroom but she made an effort and ran to the bucket that stood not far from there. She vomited. When her stomach was empty Rahl gave her a goblet with mint water. She took it still shivering and gargled. The man helped her stand up and wrapped her in a long soft towel.

"Can you walk?" He asked her.

"Yes," she answered sharply.

"Don't try to hide away from me, Cara. I know you too well." That was the truth. He put his arm around her waist not worrying about his nakedness and they went to the bedroom.

"I don't think you'll have blood on these sheets tonight," she told sarcastically lying on the bed feeling too tired to resist.

"I've already had your blood on my sheets. I don't need it anymore. I just want your moans o ecstasy," he moved closer placing his knee between her legs.

"You have to try hard then, Lord Rahl" she leaned on the pillows.

"Don't call me that again, from now on I'm Darken for you and only for you," he kissed her then the kisses got lower and lower.

As strong as she wanted to deny it she enjoyed being with the man again. Too much time has passed since the moment someone made love to her being really careful as if she was made of glass. Denna brought her men just to torture her body to make her feel miserable. The other Mord'Sith humiliated Cara for a year in every possible way she had. Now Cara started to remember the second side of the coin which was pleasure. She got herself involved into this game and now she had to play the part. Whatever happens she would play it good.

Cara opened her eyes feeling something warm wrapped round her. She felt the heat from his body and his hand tenderly caressing her thigh. This was a long forgotten feeling, so she seemed a little bit awkward nonetheless she admitted it to calm and soothe her.

"Up already?" He asked slowly kissing her neck.

"Won't be if your demanding hand was by your side," she said her voice was harsh as any other voice in the morning.

"I've missed your inappropriate comments, Carrie."

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain when would you fulfill yours?" She demanded turning to him and looking in his eyes. They were stern and cold as usual. The Mord'Sith didn't know why she was so important to him and she doubted if she was important for him at all but she made a promise to Nicci. Cara couldn't just step back because within a year while she was suffering he started to spin his web. If she wanted this world to survive she had to make sure the child magician would learn difference between good and evil.

"Honor to sleep with your Lord isn't enough privilege for you, huh?" He bit her nipple slightly. She artfully grabbed him by his hair and changed their positions. Now he found himself on his back and she was sitting on him.

"Darken, I can torture you as professionally as you can do it, besides you were my teacher until you sold me to that monster. I'm not afraid of you and for us to be clear I don't give a damn about you but I want to see him and take care of him. I don't let him grow a spoilt decadent freak as you are. When do I see him?" She shifted her weight to his abdominal cavity and pressed both her hands to his neck strangling him a little.

He just smiled back: "As soon as you discharge your duties."

Sometime later when Rahl finally let his newly married wife go, Cara stood in the toddler's room looking at the sleeping child. He had sandy hair and pale skin like his mother's.

"Hello, Dylan." She pronounced softly, gently stroking his short blonde hair.

A month later as Rahl said, Cara was fully in charge of her duties and not only matrimonial ones. Guards and servants were overwhelmed with changes in the D'Haran palace and not only in it. The Mord'Siths were furious because she forbade to wear red leathers or any leathers at all because wearing them women felt very cold in winter and too hot in summer. She changed the uniform to a comfortable tight black pants made of cotton for summer and wool for winter, a good red jacket made of leather with long leather sleeves which made it easier to wipe away blood from it but under it was white or black shirt or a corset for those who wanted to look magnetic. Boots remained the same. In this uniform it was easier to fight. Each Mord'Sith had long black cloaks which protected from rain and snow. Though, Cara didn't stop just at the uniform. She went further. Now Mord'Siths hadn't the luxury of taking girls from their families. She found a solution to this problem. Now only orphan girls or those who flew away from abusive parents could join the ranks of the Mord'Sith. They hadn't been tortured with the agiels as before but it was an honor for them to bear the pain of the agiel and become a killing machine not to assassinate innocent people but to protect truth and justice. She hired the most talented scholars and tutors to teach these girls. If the child wasn't strong enough to stand the pain of the agiel she was sent to an orphanage house where girls were taught to sew, cook, make armour, heal, grow plants, etc.

"Linda, and where is Denna by the way?" Cara sat in her newly sawn Mord'Sith uniform in her cabinet and wrote something on the paper.

"Mistress Denna was sent into dungeons because she disappointed one of Lord Rahl's generals yesterday." She exclaimed sincerely.

"Oh," Cara was definitely surprised to hear that, "… what did she do?"

"Yesterday after party general invited Mistress Denna to his room. She refused the invitation maybe not in a very appropriate way. He was disappointed and today Lord Rahl ordered Mistress Denna to be sent to the dungeons," Linda informed.

"Interesting decision. Thank you, Linda." Cara finished the document she was writing, gave it to the Mord'Sith and left the room.

In the evening Darken Rahl was discussing some problems with far away regions where common people still couldn't get rid of Dracul's heritage. They desperately asked for help and as the Lord of now united lands he was responsible to protect them.

"Where's general Malcolm? He's late for the meeting," he asked the men sitting at the table but nobody knew.

"Haven't seen him since morning," one of the men responded.

Suddenly the door flew open and Cara escorted by Denna and two strong men, who dragged an unconscious body, came into the room.

"Good evening, my Lord, gentlemen," the queen greeted slightly terrified guys, "Sorry for general Malcolm being late for your meeting, actually he's somewhat dead but I can revive him if you need him. Though I'm not sure he wants it too. He died three or four times today, poor thing."

She made a gesture and soldiers dropped the body on the floor. It was a horrible display of bruises, cuts, stabs and wounds, but the most damaged area was his manhood. It was swollen and nearly black after being tortured by an agiel. Denna was also a mess. Her body was in bruises, she had black eyes and her hands represented a vivid picture of being hanged from the ceiling for hours but the woman could still walk. She wore only her underwear while the body of the general was naked.

"Yes, within one candle stick he told me all the secrets of his mission and at the end of his sufferings he begged me to be my pet. So, tell me please, my Lord, is it worth to punish a good soldier who can stand any pain in this world and do whatever impossible mission you'll order her to do or it is worth to supply this bag of bones with everything he needs to satisfy his libido?" She looked at her husband with challenge in her eyes.

"Would you revive him, please," Rahl said slowly trying to hide his anger.

Cara knelled and gave the man a Breath of Life. An agonizing scream filled the room.

"Take him away and send a healer to him," Darken ordered not breaking an eye contact with Cara.

"Gentlemen, I'm walking out, but when you want to take a Mord'Sith in your bed firstly think about consequences you may face afterwards." She wrapped Denna in a long cloak and turned to leave.

"Cara, we discuss this little incident later," Darken warned her.

"With pleasure, my Lord." She smiled evilly to herself still standing with her back to her husband. She knew what might follow though she didn't give a damn about it at this very moment.

To be continued…

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