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Post by Arion on Dec 21, 2006 18:19:30 GMT -5
Loran sighed. Try to kill Raechen? Aubrey had to know that wouldn't work.
"Aubrey, don't do anything stupid," Loran warned. "If you try to kill Raechen, he'll only kill you, or worse. What happened here...it could get a lot worse. The way you are...shy, jumpy, most of the patrons won't be into you...but...Raechen, he enjoys breaking people. If you just...act like you're broken he'll lose interest in you."
Loran sighed. He didn't know what else to do for Aubrey. He just couldn't help him anymore. So Aubrey slowly got up and walked to the door.
"Get dressed, than go to the servants quarters," Loran told him. "I'll cover for you."
With that Loran walked out and shut the door behind him.
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 22, 2006 0:27:01 GMT -5
Aubrey remained where he lay, thinking in quiet remorse and inner loathing. Loran was gone now.. Acting as if on auto-pilot, Aubrey slowly rose, wincing and even shedding new tears as every muscle in his body protested. He paused, halfway up, taking deep breaths as he felt the flesh on his back cracking where injuries had only just scabbed over.
It hurt so much.. How was he going to endure this for the rest of his likely-to-be short-lived life? It seemed impossible! It seemed even more impossible to him that this was likely to be the rest of his life.. that this was likely to become the most interesting part of everyday if he didn't find a way out..
With some small, pathetic sounds and an ever reddening face, the teen hauled himself up and, with trembling hands, slowly began to dress, finding that he very much wanted to sleep and find out that this all really was just a bad dream..
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 18:21:33 GMT -5
Loran headed back downstairs and quickly got back to work. He hoped Eligor wouldn't notice that Aubrey hadn't come back downstairs, or wouldn't care.
"Where is that worthless boy?" Eligor demanded.
Loran sighed. 'So much for that idea,' he thought. "I sent him to the servants quarters to rest."
"And who are you?" Eligor snapped. "You don't give orders here! You don't excuse someone from their work!"
"He's too badly hurt to work," Loran told him. "Your friend was too rough with him! I'll cover for him, you don't like the work he does anyway."
Eligor considered. "Fine," he said. "Then you will do all the work he was to do."
Loran sighed. "Very well," he said. "Anything you say."
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 18:37:10 GMT -5
Aubrey wasn't sure how he'd managed to reach the servants' quarters without passing out. The pain in fresh wounds and aching muscles slowing him down, making him lean against walls and almost have to pull himself along with them as he moved. Every so often, the pain would get so bad that he would gasp and struggle to fight fresh tears welling up in those frighteningly gorgeous blue eyes of his.
Yes.. He needed to get out of here. Maybe.. No, that would never work. All he had to do was get out of this city unseen, and from there hope for the best as he would try to travel as far North as he could. Nymandine didn't like travelling North, did they..? And it was highly unlikely that they would pursue a single slave through such harsh conditions.
But, wait a moment.. What about Aubrey? The cold would surely kill him if he wasn't prepared for it, assuming he did somehow manage to get out of here..
Aubrey collapsed in his bed with these thoughts in his mind, consciousness leaving him long before his pretty blonde head hit the would-be pillow..
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 19:16:33 GMT -5
The next morning, Eligor kicked at the side of the bed to wake Aubrey!
"Get up, slave!" he shouted. "What you think just because you made the Ascent yesterday you get to sleep all morning? Get up and get to work before I take the lash to you! Your little friend isn't available to do the work for you today, so get up!"
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 19:24:52 GMT -5
Aubrey winced as he was awoken, nodding tiredly and climbing out of bed post-haste. His muscles were on fire, especially in his backside, but he did his best to try and hide it, though the despair he felt and the self-loathing of letting something like this happen to him was still very much easy to see.
He combed his fingers through his hair as he walked, his strides never too far apart for fear of tearing whatever wounds had been made inside of him, the tissues aching in protest to even the most strenuous of movements. For being in such pain and being so damn depressed, he certainly was being quick to oblige Eligor's orders.
Perhaps he'd finally learned to be more efficient..? It was debatable, but entirely possible.
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 19:44:39 GMT -5
"Boy!" Eligor called to Aubrey. "I want you to clean up the second room upstairs. You must remember it. Well, there's a mess in there that has to be cleaned up, now move!"
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 19:54:36 GMT -5
Aubrey gave a dumb nod, moving without hesitation from the servants' quarters and into the hall, only hesitating when he reached the door he sought and trying hard not to start crying again. He did remember this room, and he was reluctant to see what it looked like after such a terrible romp.
With a breath, he opened the door and shut it behind him, eyes closed until he was certain that Eligor couldn't see inside.. And then he started to cry, seeing bloodstains on the sheets, bodily fluids he couldn't identify, and the tattered remains of what had once been his clothes.
He took another deep breath and removed the sheets from the bed, bundling them up and taking them from the room. These would need to go to the wash, assuming Eligor wanted to save ka by using them again, which Aubrey assumed he did. His steps were short, like a child's, his movements an attempt to keep the pain at ease and not rip open new wounds. However, despite this, he moved fast to make up for it, and soon returned to the room with fresher sheets.
Inve, he prayed. Please help me..
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 20:05:03 GMT -5
This was odd, shouldn't someone have cleaned this room by now? And all that blood? Too much!
What happened in here?
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 20:18:06 GMT -5
Aubrey tried not to think about it as he made the bed with fresher sheets, ignoring the slight stain of blood- his- on the mattress below. If he could cover it up enough.. Maybe.. He seemed dead set on his task, not letting himself get distracted even though tears slipped down those pretty cheeks, trying so very hard to keep his mind off of what horrid nightmare had happened here..
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 20:23:43 GMT -5
"Hello, boy," Raechen's voice came from behind Aubrey. "Enjoying the memories?"
Raechen stood with half his body in the door, the other half hidden in the hallway.
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 20:32:33 GMT -5
Aubrey tensed immediately, wincing as the sudden movement made the aching in his muscles flare up once more. What was it Loran had said..? If he acted broken, Raechen would lose interest in him..? Well, he wouldn't necessarilly need to act for that; he already felt like he was nothing more than a worthless piece of flesh..
With trembling hands and still more tears, Aubrey continued on with his work, this time a little more slowly.
"Hello, sir.." his voice was barely above a whisper, fear and a strange need to do his job in cleaning the room the only things making him not stutter though he trembled so. He expected to be hurt again, and he expected to have no choice, again. Was this what it was like to be broken? To feel resigned to your fate and hope that maybe there will be times when it's worth smiling..?
He finished making the bed, running fingertips gently over the linen as more tears fell down his cheeks from tired, dull blue eyes. He did not look Raechen in the eyes, but instead moved to pick up his ripped clothes, using them to clean the chains and the floor below- a move that would save the washers work when it came to laundry..
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 20:37:58 GMT -5
"You know, I had asked Eligor about having time with you again," Raechen told him. "But someone else stepped forward to take your place with me today. Then he foolishly tried to kill me with a kitchen knife. So I had to punish him."
With that, Raechen stepped forward and tossed something large into the room, on the floor!
Loran's body! Dead, having been horribly brutalized first, with bruising around his neck, bruising that obviously came from Raechen's whip!
"And that's what happens when someone gets between me and what I want," Raechen said simply, then turned and walked away.
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Post by Aubrey on Dec 26, 2006 20:48:28 GMT -5
Aubrey's eyes immediately went wide, and he fell back on his already sore rear, staring in horror at the other slave's body. L-Loran?! Aubrey felt sick, the room feeling like it might spin at any moment, yet his body already feeling the dizzying effects.
The only thing that kept him from fainting or passing out was the explosion of pain in his sore arse, the feeling that something had ripped that shouldn't have, and the sudden feeling that he was going to vomit, which he promptly did, all over the floor in front of him. He had not eaten a decent meal in nearly two days, and so there was very little, but the heave still ached his chest.
His tears flowed more freely, sobs escaping him and arms clenched around his stomach, rocking slowly back and forth. Loran! Dead! How.. How could this be?!
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Post by Arion on Dec 26, 2006 20:53:54 GMT -5
Eligor walked by the room, looked in and sighed.
"Don't forget to clean all that," he said harshly. "Then bring that," he gestured to Loran's body, "to the pit in the back. And remember it for the next time Raechen chooses you, for he will."
With that Eligor walked away.
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