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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 10:27 pm
Kyil's mind entered a blissful state of dullness as he sat and waited. It was easier to deal with the day's events when he did not think about them. Still, no matter how long he sat, eventually he would have to rouse himself. It was the appearance of dainty well clad feet that signaled this to him. Lifting his pink eyes, he looked up at his Mistress, the Matron of the house. He stirred himself to his feet while remaining silent and he meekly obayed the command to follow Haellara.
He stood in extended silence as Haellara would see to redressing in something that better suited her. Kyil felt a tiredness already upon him. A warmth draining sense the longer he stood in that bedroom. Oddly...he would have preferred to be in Nuumia's company right now. He knew that Nuumia would not give him a sense of comfort and lull him with pleasent sensations. Nuumia would not awaken the longings he had surpressed. In many ways Haellara was a greater threat, and he honestly wondered if she was aware of this.
When Haellara wrinkled her nose, Kyil was momentarily confused. His pink eyes blinked and watched as she crossed to the dresser. At her direction, kyil approched and peered within. "Yes...Mistress..." He spoke slowly while reacing in to select a bottle. Ah! The kitchen... he had washed his body as per Nuumia's direction. But his -clothing- was another matter. Kyil glanced at Aldzi's shirt and his own pants. Neither had been washed in a while, so the scent of the kitchen would obviously cling to them. Kyil did not contradict Haellara though. Instead he took this opportunity to take his time selecting a scent. One by one he opened the bottles and sniffed at their scents. He could use this to dely the inevitable of course..but...well there were only so many bottles to sniff.
Honestly, his eyes drifted to the prettier bottles that were obviously the scents that haellara wore herself. He...did not think she would be pleased if he selected one of those. In the end Kyil chose a bottle of dark green cologne that had a cool mint scent. This he assumed would be strong enough to conceal the scent of his cloths...until they were unavoidably removed. Carefully he dabbed the liquir onto his finger tips, and he swiped the scent across his neck, behind his ears. He dabbed it upon his elbow joins and knee joints. He even placed small bits upon his ankles. Once he was done he replaced the bottle and turned to see Haellara lieing upon her bed.
They had already been at this point, and Kyil did not wish a reprimand for not performing as she obviously wished him to. Wordlessly Kyil removed the borrowed shirt and moved to join Haellara upon her bed. "Am I more pleaseing Mistress?"
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 11:13 pm
Responding to his enquiry, Haellara shamelessly leaned closer to Kyil as he joined her on the bed and sniffed daintily at him. Her eyebrows rose slightly at his scent of choice; minty scents were for stimulation and energy; was he afraid of relaxing too much, or was it mere coincidence? No matter; it was a far better smell than the odors of the kitchen that clung to the shirt he had borrowed from someplace. Remembering what had become of his other shirt, she made herself a mental note to send someone out for new slave clothes in the morning; no sense in having her three hundred thousand platinum toy go about in common garb. Remembering what she had read regarding his liking of finer things, perhaps it would even enhance his performance of his duties to her.
As soon as she saw Kyil situated in her bed, she moved in closer, ready to snuggle up to him. Noticing the brighter splotches of color on various parts of his body, she drew the conclusion that Nuumia had been exceptionally rough, and she found herself without a ready healing potion. No matter; she had other ways, more preferrable at the moment, of ensuring that Kyil did not get a single moment of peace or relaxation. Her mind was still riddled with the contents of the book she had received, and she had barely scratched the surface with Mikaril. She allowed herself a passing thought for her brother, hopefully by now wondering within the confines of his nightmares, whether or not he could truly find the place he wanted by forsaking his friend, weak thing that he was. She was in fact counting on him to refuse, though she took delight in offering to take the pain away. She intended to do no such thing, but Mikaril had always been one to cling to false hopes.
She settled herself comfortably beside Kyil, motioning for him to place his arm behind her head so that she could rest it upon his arm, and she placed her face close to the side of his head, where she could whisper gently into his ear. "It might interest you to know that I received something today from your former mistress. It is a record of every moment you have spent in your life of servitude, perfecting your art until you became the best at what you did. I can't help but wonder how much of it you know. Precious little, I imagine. Are you at all curious about finding out any of it? It made for a fascinating afternoon of reading; matter of fact, I had to cut my time with Mika short because I became so engrossed in it. I bet you had no idea your life was so interesting, hmm?"
She reached up and began to rub one of Kyil's shoulders in a circular motion, enjoying the resulting waft of cologne as it drifted past her nose. "For instance, do you know that when your first mistress had you, you were so flawed that she spent three hundred thousand platinum on you to try and set you right? It made me realize the deal I had made in getting you, though you were worth every gem in regards to your cooking and comforting skills. But what seemed to be unbreakable was your constant ability to nurture emotion. Especially for a certain female comfortess who apparently was removed after your emotions affected her too. See, this is why I do not bother with such things; emotions are a hindrance, a weakness, a means of taking yourself faster to the grave and to the waiting arms of Lolth."
Finishing Kyil's shoulder, she moved on to caress the spot just below his neck, finger playing into the hollow and ever-so-gently pressing now and again. "I know you have formed such attachment to my brother Mika, which is strange since according to your records, you dislike the company of males. I suppose that does clear the both of you of practicing love, but it baffles me how you could establish such a tie with such an obstacle. Speaking of which," she reached up with her other hand and snuck it around his back until her hand met the neck-caressing hand, and she entertwined her fingers as she continued, "I have also read that not only are you mentally incapable of holding a weapon, but you also cannot make decisions regarding yourself. Now when were you planning to reveal such things to Mika? When you were in the grip of certain death, and he turned to you for help in warding the foes off? What would you have done had he asked you to fight by his side, and all you could do was stare at the weapon he tried to give you? From what I understood of your condition, you would have been unable to use it, and then you would have had no choice but to stand there and watch Mika die at your feet, getting a look of disbelief from him as he fell if you were lucky."
She looked into his eyes then, willing him to become lost in their depth. "You and my brother cannot be together. You have been trained especially for a life indoors, soothing your mistress and being compliant, while his is a life of rebellion that is doomed to die, just as he is, should he choose to continue. When I visited him today, I offered him a chance to re-enter the House as the compliant male he once was. Should he do so, I will put an end to his pain and suffering, and allow him his rightful place here. But no longer would he wander the wilds of the Underdark, prey for an angler or a hook horror. I know that you have made at least one trip down there to see him, but rather than dissuade you from doing so, I will encourage you to convince Mika to accept the offer I placed to him. You would be of no use to him out there in the wild, and if he embraces his heritage and lives up to his potential, not only would you both be able to see each other, but the dangers of the wild would be behind you, as well as your fear of letting him down. Not to mention there would be no more need for me to punish him day by day on a steady diet of liquid pain and......" She looked pointedly down at the spot where she knew Kyil's rib-flesh had come from before returning her gaze to him.
"Think on it, but know this; every day you hesitate is another day that you will be at the mercy of myself and Nuumia, another day that Mika experiences pain and nightmares and is made so incoherent that he would probably eat glass if I placed it in his mouth. As for you, I cannot say how many more days you will be able to cope with Nuumia's......eagerness to be taught, but for the sake of you and your manhood, I hope you reach a conclusion soon." Having finished what she had wanted to say, she sighed and began to concentrate more on holding Kyil close, hearing his breath rattle in his chest and his heart thundering out, two of her most favorite sounds.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 4:51 pm
Oh...oh...by all that was dark and deep in the underdark...the bed felt like a warm lovers embrace when he laid upon it. It's softness he had felt before, but after the weary and draining and painful day...Kyil struggled to strangle the appreciative sigh in his throat before it could slip free. His head even felt comforted upon that pillow. He felt Haellara shifting up against him, and as he knew he was supposed to, Kyil shifted himself cloer to Haellara to comply. His arm closest to her moved at her gesture, and he curled it gently around Haellaras head. he went a bit further though, in drawing his arm up against her back, so he could hold her against his side and place his hand lightly upon her side. This was what he was supposed to do, and Kyil would not forget the conversation from their first time in the bed together.
As Haellara spoke of the book, Kyil's brows furrowed slightly. He tilted his head so he could look down at Haellara. "I..I am just..a slave Mistress. I would...not know what was interesting or no for you to read. I...I haven't...served you long enough to properly...know?" Kyil worked his way through his reply with a great deal of uncertainty. It surely was not the answer Haellara had been wanting, and while he did know some of her preferences...he really didn't know them all and...a book? About him?
When he felt haellara caressing his shoulder, his automatic response was to return the motion. his hand upon her side slid up and down in a slow petting motion. His hand motion jerked to a stop though. Flawed? That badly? "I don't remember..." Kyil's words died in his throat at the mention of Calli'Drei. His heart jumped with a heavy thump in his chest..and he felt a eerie chill settle on him. And hearing her speak of her death...so knowingly naming him as the cause of it wounded him. Kyil's head twisted away from where he had been looking down at Haellara. He looked away. His pink eyes a touch wider and filling with tears he had not thought he had the ability to spill.
Kyil's lips moved, they felt dry and stiff, and his voice rebelled so no words actually passed through them. The hand that he had been stroking Haellara with remained frozen in place, as he felt a equal sensation of stiffness forming in the rest of his body. He felt her arms curling around him, and they strangely felt like a noose casually tightening around his throat. But Kyil did not attempt to cast off her arms. Kyil blinked his eyes rapidly to clear them of the tears, and attempted to wipe their traces from his cheek's before turning back to Haellara, as he was trained to do, and lean into her hold.
"I...I know none of this Mistress. I just... How could I have told....." Something tight was rapped around his lungs. it robbed him of the breath he needed to speak. His lips still felt incredibly stiff and unresponsive. He had merely thought it was that he disliked weapons. He had managed to get around useing them after all. he could hold a kitchen knife well enough...but that was just for cooking food. And making descions...he could. Couldn't he? Hadn't he? Kyil struggled to think of at least one descion he had made that had not, in some way, been made for the same of another. Learning magic...that had been for Zariira and Mikaril...coming to this town...the enchantments... even sneaking down to see Mikaril. "Condition?" He echoed the word as if it were some terrible ghost clinging upon him. he had a condition? He had been trained, yes but... this wasn't...
Haellara turned her head to look into his pink eyes. The amber red orbs seemed so powerful. he felt as if he were bleeding from the inside again. Goddess...someone...please...anyone...he wanted to pray. For once in his life he wanted to cry out to any diety that would take even the slightest notice of something as pitiful and small as himself. It hurt being told that he could not keep company with Mikaril. Kyil had meant keep his features under control...but those words. They were so precise and so sharp. Having his obvious training and conditioning pushed forth where he could not deny it only served to call up just how true those words were!here he was, his body in a bed that, if he were not currently feeling such terrible sorrow...he'd be drifting off into a blissful sleep. Holding a beautiful female whose warmth made him feel more comfortable. Even after being abused by Nuumia, having Haellara beside him made him lulled him into a sense of guilty content.
Kyil could not stop himself. The hand that he did not have around halleara lifted and he placed his palm over his mouth. He shifted, attempting to turn away from her as he smothered the dry sob as best he could. Never had he felt such incredible pain and sorrow! His eyes became blinded by the sudden flow of tears and he pressed his lids shut as tightly as he could. He didn't want to hear her words anymore. Those cold and powerful words. Kyil heard her offer, and her urging for him to continue visiting Mikaril. He heard it all. But it was shen she pressed herself more comfortably against him that he began to shake. He was trying to control himself but..but..God! Goddess! Someone! Anyone! It hurt and he did not know how to handle it.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 6:33 pm
Smiling as she felt the unmistakeable feel of Kyil's body tensing, Haellara closed her eyes lazily and smiled. She had made him uncomfortable, and probably searing with inner pain, and she was exceedingly proud of herself. He would stay put of course; she had not given him permission to leave, nor would she give it. Nuumia had had his fun; now it was her turn to have hers. Though she was in a rare sort of contentment where she would only wish for someone to caress her and massage her skin or her scalp. Much as she would love to do more, she saw the practicality in letting her toy recover, at least enough for him to continue to maintain his usefulness. He certainly wouldn't be able to cook dinner if he had to end up confined to a chair.
Increasing her grip on him just slightly, she shushed him like a mother quieting her infant, although he had barely made a sound. "There there, I know it can be hard for you to come to terms with it. But I see your potential, and would have you stay on as part of my House. It would be the sort of things you had been trained for all your life, what you so enjoy doing to the one who owns you, body and soul. No longer would you be burdened by the need to keep Mika safe; he would be free from the playroom, and you would not need to fear Nuumia once he has been made my patron. It is the only thing you can do now; will you not consider it?" She reached behind Kyil's head and began massaging the raised spot right atop Kyil's neck; a place that she remembered a young Mikaril responding favorably to when he was smaller; she knew it to be calming, relaxing.
"I'll have you either way," she purred, "The choice you have to make is how easy you would like your indefinite servitude to be. Cooperate, and it will be easy. Resist, and you might just get a taste of what Mika is feeling right now. But be assured I will spare your eyes." She continued to rub the spot on Kyil's neck, hoping that in spite of his mentally crushed state, he would return the gesture. She felt completely at ease with her pendants in place, including the one she had unsed to convince Mika that she was in the right. Little simpleton; he knew about it's magic, but ony half of what it really did. It preserved the truth only as the speaker saw it; a heretic telling her of Eilistraee would not effect it, because that would be the truth as the heretic viewed it. But if the same heretic tried to tell her that she worshipped Lolth, it would be a lie to her, and the pendant would respond in kind. She believed every scrap she had told Mikaril, thus making it true. Her half-truths had been more difficult to hide, but seeing as her brother had been too focused on her to glance down, they had all gone unnoticed. Stupid male; it was his own fault, and now he had to believe her, the way Kyil was believing her now.
Confident that even in the slim chance that Kyil would try something she would be protected, she allowed herself to relax and enjoy the warm male beside her, like a nice life-sized warmer. Tomorrow, she would get him some decent clothes, and then she would be able to see just how else she could bend him to her will like the soft thing that he was. But for now, she allowed herself the pleasure of true sleep, knowing that at least tonight, it would come to her easily and she would sleep well.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 8:47 pm
This had to be the most painful thing he had expierenced. Kyil wanted to run. He wanted to leap from the bed and hurl himself out the doors of this wonderful bedroom. Instead he remained upon the bed like a good servant. Being a good slave...he had taken a lot of pride in it before, how had it become something so undesierable? How had it become some sort of...trap? He felt Haellara's arm tightening about him, his body pulled ever closer to her own. Why did she have to smell so good? Why did all of the things he liked have to... to tempt him. And the words that echoed in his head...it filled Kyil with a terrible feeling he was unable to shake.
What was so terrible...was the lull of them. Hearing her coo those words into his ear. Kyil felt his shaking easeing. The tears flowing from his eyes slowed and finally came to a stop. Haellara's words were indeed having an effect on him. They rang true to the unhappy male. Or at the very least they had a sirens quality of drawing him out of the overwhelming misery and into a simple depressed sense of finality. Particularly when she purred her confidence on having him reguardless. Kyil felt her hand rubbing..stroking and...it just made his pink eyes close. His body was surely relaxing despite who it was that was holding him. "Yes Mistress." He finally managed to speak, though his voice felt and sounded so small. "I will obay you as you wish. I would not resist your desires."
His shaking had all but vanished. But the source of his agony was hardly eased. Kyil stirred himself as best he could to show haellara he would indeed be the compliant male she wanted. He turned back to her in the bed and leaned his head forwards some, so as to allow her to continue stroking him as she wished. Kyil shifted his arms, seeking to draw Haellara against him in a gentle embrace. His hand that had stroked her before resumed it's gentle motions, though Kyil kept his eyes closed. He felt...tired. Very very tired...and..what was the word for it? Pressed? Crushed? Perhaps that was it. But...Haellara had said she might give Mikaril a chance..he would just...have to speak to him tomorrow...after he woke up. Hopefully things would be better tomorrow? Hopefully...
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 9:50 pm
Haellara opened her eyes hours later, sensing that she had slept a long time, and therefore refreshed herself. Her body felt a little stiff, but she assumed it was only because it had been a while since she had actually fallen asleep in the arms of a male. Before she would not have been so careless, but seeing as the male in question was a slave, and tame as a white mouse, she hadn't been half as concerned. Apparently her gamble was correct; she smiled as she turned her head and saw Kyil lying there beside her, dead to the world. She considered waking him, then thought better of it; sleep was good for healing, and if he came out of it half as refreshed as she did, it would be a most profitable day for him.
She rose carefully and dressed herself before walking out of her bedroom, sealing the doors behind her so that Kyil would remain inside should he wake, and Nuumia would remain outside should he come looking for his beloved toy. She truly did want Kyil rested up before being subjected to another round of grueling servitude. She also couldn't help but think that a smattering of kindness served to make the oncoming torture all the more painful, like waiting between lashes when one was flogging an unruly servant.
After making a short detour to the treasure room, she soon found herself floating out of the gates of House Torlyl on her driftdisc, accompanied by her bodyguard and two pouches; one full of gold coins, and the other full of gemstones. Much of the crowd made way for her, which though it pleased her to see the frightened respect, it tended to make them crowd around the booths, obscuring the view and making it hard to see which booths and stalls contained the items she sought. Her bodyguard was of little help; were he to shove the gathering of peoples aside, he would have to move away from her, and with her on a driftdisk towering above all but the tallest heads, she would have been an easy target for an aspiring assassin.
Finally, she spotted a merchant stall whos owner had been clever enough to display some of his wares from the canvas roof; shimmering silks and a borderline gaudy dancing girl's outfit. Remembering Kyil's liking for the female flair, and deciding that she liked it on him as well, Haellara brought her driftdisc to a stop. The shopkeeper, looking excited enough to wet on himself like a poorly trained dog, clambered up to her, obviously ecstatic that a matron mother had chosen his humble stand to purchase her wares. Surely this would bring about business! Haellara was sorely tempted to just pass the stand on by, but she was actually eager to return to her house and to her play, which she found infinitely more rewarding than teasing a nameless shopkeeper.
She let her eyes wander over the array of colorful garments, then she dismounted to walk further into the shop. She found the female garments and eyed them critically; many of them were dyed poorly, and some she would not clothe her lowliest servant in. But a few shone out from the rest. She picked up a delicate rose-colored tunic with poet sleeves and a line of sparkling sequins along the neckline. A matching pair of pink pants and a surface sky-blue sash completed the look. Selecting it, she wandered about until she had about 5 outfits, all colored in shades of pink and lavender. She paid the owner impatiently and was getting ready to remount onto her driftdisc when a stall across the street caught her eye; one that advertised magical components.....and potions.
She walked over slowly, her guard trailing her like an overgrown shadow. She walked directly to a makeshift shelf that housed dozens of moderately sized bottles whose contents swirled around in a shimmery light, as though someone had thrown glitter into liquid mercury. A sign painted in elaborate letters read "Love Potions". A smile crept across her face as she selected a nice mint-green one, watching the contents spin around and around in a sluggish whirlpool. She found herself wondering, about Kyil. Should she use such a thing as a final stab to the heart of her brother, making his friend love her? Or perhaps using it on unsuspecting Nuumia, in order to endure for a time that his savagery was not directed at her......such possibilities tugged at her, and they would not be dissuaded.
Soon she was heading back with the green love potion sitting atop the pile of clothes, beaming as she schemed on what to do with her new toy once he had some better clothes. She still had some matronly duties to perform, but once those were done, she would love a session where Kyil would model the clothes she had bought for him, and then......she fingered the stopper of the love potion. Then she would just have to wait and see.
When she reached her room, she barged in and threw the clothes onto the bed, then trotted over to the perfume drawer and hid the potion discreetly inside. Certain that if Kyil was not already awake, her barging in would have awakened him, she barked out, "I've brought you some garments. Select the one you like best and do what you wish; visit Mika even, I'll not stop you. When I am done in the throne room I expect you to model those garments for me. Get one stain or rip in them while you're out and I shall lock you naked in Nuumia's room." She exited as swiftly as she had entered and made for the throne room, confident that her instructions would be carried out.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 11:02 pm
The moment sleep captured him, Kyil was lost to it. He slept deeply, with his arms wrapped gently around the soft, warm, and pleasent smelling body beside him. When the waking hour came, Kyil's exhausted form did not stir at Haellara's riseing. If anything he shifted closer to where her body had lain and reached on hand searchingly for the missing softness that had been present all night long. Kyil's sleep remained deep and undisturbed for the entierty of Haellara's shopping trip. His exhaustion was quite demanding, due greatly in part to the emotional agony he had suffered the day before.
When Haellara returned to her room, the sudden and loud sound of the doors thundering open awoke him with a start. Kyil sat up on the bed, his pink eyes unfocused and bleary for just a few moments. It was haellara speaking that brought his mind to full focus. Kyil looked at the clothing on the bed, and..well... His fingers grabbed up the lovely material, and for a few brief moments he expressed a uninhibited delight. The outfits were absolutly...beautiful. Drawing the material up to his chest, he ran a hand over the front so he could feel the delicate softness...and thus is when his smile faltered.
Kyil's eyes shifted to where haellara stood, and he felt... a slight queasyness. "Yes Mistress. As you desire. I...I will be careful with the garments." Kyil remained sitting in the bed until it was that Haellara left. Which was not too long in truth. He glanced down at the pretty cloths and felt his uncertainty and unease again. She had gotten him beautiful cloths to wear. What did this mean? After last night, her words left him feeling a shameful sense of obligation. She had spoke true. And he did belong to her...if she choose to garb him to be pleaseing to her eyes...it might mean she had intentions of keeping him close.
Kyil's head swam. He felt elation. A horrible guilty pleasure. This -was- where he wanted to be. Adorned and pretty for his mistress. To serve her and be close to her. To address her every whim and seek to please her. But it was Mikaril's tormentor that he felt these feelings for. Kyil dragged himself from the bed, and with only a short moment of hesitation...he walked himself into Haellara's bathroom. She had told him to do as he wished. And though it made him feel ill in doing it, what he wished was to accept his proper place.
He bathed, and took his time ensureing every part of him was scrubbed clean. He used sparingly what Halleara had for herself, but ensured that his hair and his nails were quite clean and faintly scented. He used tiny amounts of a lotion to soften his hands and limbs. Once done though he carried a small unscented lotion bottle with him. He did not go so far as to be bold enough to use Haellara's special oiled comb, though he did use a avalible comb to work the tangles out of his hair. Haellara had instructed him to select his favorite outfit of the group she had procurred, and Kyil did so. He stood naked in her room, looking through the outfits carefully before selecting a lavender outfit trimmed in pink. It also looked a bit more sturdy then the rest, and if he was to visit Mikaril he wished to ensure it would not be ruined...Haellaras threat held more weight to it then the one she had used when he had been combing her hair.
When he was dressed and prepared, Kyil felt both a wonderful sense of familarity and comfort...and a soul crushing guilt. He could not bring himself to admire himself in the mirror. He did not want to see how well kept he looked now. How clean and pretty. He did not want that visual tormentburning the image into his head. He did not want to see how comfortable he felt. He did -not- want to see his betrayl of Mikaril.
Kyil left the room. Walking quietly on meek feet. He did not use a invisibility spell this time. He had permission...he had been encouraged...and...Kyil felt his heart trembling as he approched, and entered the torture room. "Mikaril." He called out questioningly. His voice shook in much the same way it had shaken the first time he had entered this room. Uncertain and frightened. He approched Mikaril's rack, his hands clutching the small bottle of lotion he had taken from Haellara's bathroom. What would he find now? How had Mikaril been punished for his last visit?
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 6:37 pm
Almost exactly as Haellara had predicted, the drugging effects of the liquid pain ended far too soon, and he found himself being pulled from a fuzzy world of terror to one of pain in the dark. He winced every time he took a breath from the ribs that had been cracked and broken, and he peered down sullenly at the fireslug, oozing brainlessly down his right leg. It had left scorch marks and burned skin all along his front, and his eyes widened as he felt the acute pain on his neck; apparently at some time it had decided to crawl about dangerously close to his neck. Stupid thing; what he would give to have the mobility to crush the thing back to the fiery abyss that his sister had dragged it from.
Having become used to nights full of strange noises and twirling colors, he found the dark quiet almost as unsettling. He found himself wondering almost crazily that if he did some deliberate self-inflicted pain, it might fill up the vial and spare him the discomfort of staying awake for hours of pain and eerie silence. He glared at the slug as it did a bubbling slimey U-turn on his leg and began to slither back up toward his stomach. He could still feel the ribs sitting in him like so much lead, though he kept telling himself that it would help him maintain focus and devise a plan to at least free Kyil; if he could give his friend the chance to escape, anything Hael did to him or would ever do to him would no longer matter.
He found himself musing aloud to pass the time, most of it coming out as nonsense. It was surprisingly easy, as though he had done it countless times before, though he couldn't imagine where. At least it helped improve the silence. "I wonder if there ever really was a technique done lying on your back, even if my brother was only joking. I would use it on Haellara until she screamed. Ouch! Watch it you damned thing; navel holes don't go anywhere! What're they for then? I'm the youngest; I never saw a birthing; what the Hell ARE they for? Well, it's not a slug hole, okay, so go crawl somewhere else. Are you after the meat, I wonder? What was that stuff anyway; I'll have to ask Kyil, if I even remember to ask it. I may forget....I might be so out of it the next time he sees me that I wouldn't know oranges from oysters. Who's bright idea was it to put an oyster in their mouth and see if it was edible? Probably someone who survived a matron's attention. Probably an accident....."
He suddenly turned his head and blinked as he heard the door open and Kyil's voice tentatively call out his name. Straining to turn his head and not cause his neck too much pain, Mikaril's eyes went wide; after hours of nothing but his pwn ramblings and the miniscule sizzling of his skin under the fireslug, Kyil's voice was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. "Kyil? Are you really here?" Catching sight onf his friend in his new finery, his plaintive hopeful face gave way to puzzlement. "You look.....different. But it's a good kind of different. Have they......begun treating you better?"
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 7:33 pm
What a disgusting...horrible...creature! Kyil approched the rack and set the small bottle of lotion upon it. He looked around himself for a moment, while being cautious not to let any of his new 'finery' touch anything that might leave a mark upon them. There had to be...something...anything that he could use to remove that nasty beast! There! Kyil gently picked up a pair of tongs. Carefully he use the tongs to lift the slimy and evil slug from Mikaril's body. Looking at the wriggling thing, Kyil glanced around with a helpless and lost expression on his face.
"Mistress Haellara has been generouse. She has purchased me new garments and wish's for me to model them for her when she is finished with her duties." Where should he put this thing?? "I am to be careful though. She has promised punishment if I mar her purchase."
In the end Kyil merely walked a few steps away and tossed the slug onto the floor. He backed away with his eyes still on the thing, to ensure it would not come after him. "She has given me permission to see you as well. Mistress Haellara has also..." Kyil paused in his words as he approched Mikaril back on the rack. his pink eyes fell upon his strapped form. "Mistress Haellara has told me that if you accept her offer...she would allow you to leave this room. She says we could see each other more." Kyil lifted a hand and hovered it over one of the burn marks. "She would not be doing this to you anymore. I believe you should accept her offer."
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:15 pm
With equal measures of relief and satisaction, Mikaril watched Kyil pick up the tongs and remove the fire slug, casting it aside and continuing to stare at it as though it were going to come after him."It's okay Kyil," he said with a wan smile, "Those things are slow; you'll have plenty of time to see it if it has the brains to go after you." He took as deep a breath as he could without hurting too much, and nodded at Kyil. "Hael is rarely generous without having a motive behind it. She probably will demand more later, but don't worry; if she spends coin on you, it means she wants to keep you around and whole for a while."
He thought after that he would have to hastily change the subject so that Kyil would not have to feel more uncomfortable, but once his friend had delivered Haellara's message, it was he who was feeling as though he had been sucker-punched all over. "I remember her offer well. She said she would.....make the pain go away. I could rejoin the house." He scoffed. "As though that was something I really wanted." He drew in a breath and bit his bottom lip before continuing. "She might have also mentioned her going easier on you if I complied......" He looked over at Kyil with a look of anguish. "I hope you don't think that I don't care what happens to you, because I do. But....." He tried to put the thought of the non-responsive pendant out of his mind as he finished. "There's always a catch to everything she offers. Were I to rejoin the house, I would once more be a prince of the house; responding to her every whim like a pet. All I would really gain from it is the ability to throw around belonging to the sixth house, which I have been doing just fine without. I've been a page prince here before, and she still found reason to torture me here; being one again won't make a lick of difference."
He swallowed, trying to bring some moisture to his throat. "If I had thought it would result in life here being easier for you, I would take up the offer in an instant. But there's no one here to make sure that Haellara keeps her word, and she will not keep it if it makes her the least bit unhappy. She enjoys tormenting us both, and as long as she enjoys it, any word she makes of doing otherwise to us is nothing but meaningless words. Please trust me; she loves to build up false hope." He sighed and let his head fall back against the rack. "I cannot accept such a proposal; it would enslave us both, and it would kill me a little every day to see you serving her in total obedience, never being allowed to do as you please anymore.....I won't be responsible for putting that on you, no matter what." He closed his eyes again, but not before a tear escaped from each eye and ran down hid face.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 9:40 pm
"It is very ugly." Kyil commented about the slug. It was all he could think about in concern to it. It was hard getting past it's icky apperance. But it was not mind consuming. Not when Mikaril was present. With him there, Kyil was able to focus on his friend. As he had promised the day before, Kyil reached to begin unlashing Mikaril from the rack as he listened to him speak. "Mistress Haellara does not need to be generouse to make demands of me though. She knows this. I have done everything she has wished without any sort of motivation or reward." Kyil offered to Mikaril.
Despite Mikaril's concern, Kyil felt no discomfort at his words. No...he felt a sadness though...but it was no where near as terrible as the night before. He knew his place now, he accepted it and understood that he did have some serious flaws. Kyil released Mikaril from the lash's holding him down, and picked up the small bottle of lotion. He paused however, and looked down as Mikaril would seemingly struggle terribly with the offer his sister had made.
"I... You should not concern yourself with matters about me Mikaril. YOu should think about yourself. Perhaps Haellara would not stop her torment, but at least you would be able to leave this horrid room. You would be able to walk the halls. I could see you more often and we could do more then just...just this." Kyil made a pathatic flipping motion at the rack. "Perhaps it is not perfect, and not the freedom you wish. But it's a slight bit more then you have now. Please Mikaril. Please reconsider..."
His last words...Kyil found his eyes lowering in shame as the cruelest of Haellara's words returned to his mind. He felt the same heart stabbing pain, but he did his best tokeep his face averted so it would not reveal what he was feeling. Instead Kyil focused on applying the lotion to Mikaril's poor ankles.
"Mikaril....... Please. Don't...not because of me. I am not..... Haellara told me some things last night. Things I did not know about myself. I am... I am conditioned to serve. My place is where she determins it to be. I obediantly serve her reguardless of her promises. It is not your fault. It's just what I was trained to do. I was never capable of making my own descions. I am unable to do anything else but that. Please Mikaril. I urge you to accept her offer. At least try it? If she does grant you some peace is that not worth it?"
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 10:24 pm
Mikaril couldn't hold back a scoff as Kyil began to unlatch his wrists and ankles. "Of course you have a motivation; she owns you. If she did not, you certainly wouldn't be serving her so. In fact, I think that if you were no longer her servant, you would be out of this terrible house in a heartbeat, new clothes or no." He eyed the bottle of lotion, finally remembering Kyil's words about bringing it the next time he visited. It seemed rather trivial in comparison to the rest of him, but he figured one less thing to hurt wouldn't do him any harm, so to speak.
He looked at Kyil lowering his head in shame, begging him to reconsider, and he felt his breath growing heavier, his fists clenching and unclenching, leaving little crescent marks in his palms with his fingernails. Hearing his friend begging him to submit to Hael's whims for his own sake and disregard his friend's well-being made him begin to tremble, not with fear, but with rage. How dare she toy with his friend like this! His own suffering wasn't enough for that b***h; she had to crush the mind of his best friend and subject him to little more than a living doll. Why couldn't Kyil see that accepting the offer would condemn the both of them to a living death?
Unable to hold his frustration in check, Mikaril growled in frustration and began banging the back of his head against the rack. "I won't accept it! If I do that, I will become just like my brothers; uncaring and cold and with no happiness in my life! You in turn will be her slave forever until she sees fit to release you, probably by serving as a canvas. Bad enough that I would see you every day, rubbing her feet and wiping her mouth during dinner and doing all manner of menial chores like her little puppet. You can't expect me to choose that!" Tears were coming out of his eyes now, but he paid them little heed. "You've risked so much just to come here and see me, your very presence assuring me that I have something left in this world to hang on to rather than succumb and pray for Hael to end it soon! You've shown me the greatest treasure our race can ever have, and you honestly expect me to just toss all of that aside and think only of myself? My brother thought of only himself when he left me behind, and I'll not leave you the way he left me! You deserve better....." He coughed and gasped, wincing at how hoarse he had made his throat with his shouting. "You.....deserve....better..."
Momentarily spent, Mikaril lay panting on the rack, angrily brushing tears from his eyes. He felt ashamed for letting them come, but he was just so fed up with Haellara and her empty promises. Kyil had not been subjected to a lifetime of them, but he had. He knew what to expect, and he also knew that as long as Haellara held him on the rack and believed him to be in her power, she would stand a better chance of becoming careless. He knew that she was expecting him to refuse, and if he continued to make himself predictable, he stood a better chance of figuring out a plan. A plan that would free them both......
All of a sudden, his eyes went wide, and an echo from his distant past filled his mind.
"Ouch! Why did you do that?"
"Because, Mik, sometimes it take a few good clouts to the head to stimulate the brain and cause the ideas to come loose from your brain goo. See, look at you; you've got an idea already, don't you? Ha-ha!"
He knew his brother had been joking, but apparently his banging his head against the rack seemed to have jogged an image loose in his mind; an image of a small piece of paper that made a carely detectable bulge in the inner pocket of Haellara's robe. One that a good puff of fire would obliterate, and she did so love to play with fire..... He fought to calm himself as he felt his mind going to work. It was about time that strange meat began fueling his mind.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 10:54 pm
Kyil Looked up from where he was rubbing the lotion into Mikaril's ankles. "Oh...no. I wouldn't leave you behind Mikaril. Even if Haellara did not own me I would still stay. I would not be able to leave you behind." Kyil returned to adminstering the lotion, though now he was eyeing the burns upon Mikaril unhappily. He should heal those next...
Kyil's concerns for Mikaril changed to something different. His pink eyes widened at the clonking sound of Mikaril's head striking the rak. "Mikaril!" He exclaimed as he stepped around the rack in concern. His hands lifted so he could try and gesture to calm Mikaril..but...he seemed quite upset.
"Mikaril....Mikaril...I..." Should he tell him? Should he speak words that Mikaril would find unpleasent. Haellara had urged him to try and convince Mikaril to accept her offer. She had promised the pain would stop! Surely she would have to follow through a little bit! "Mikaril. I already am her slave for however long she desires. Whether you chose to accept her offer or not, it will not change my situation. Please Mikail. I already tend to her needs, and should she desire more I will do as I should. I belong to her, I can't fight it. It's part of...whatever was done to me. She has shared this with me." Kyil self consciously brushed his fingers over the front of his new shirt.
"I only want you to... What I mean is...I would like to see you with at least some sembelance of freedom. I know you will not become like your brothers, but at least it would be better then this? Wouldn't it Mikaril? Wouldn't it be better to at least be able to...I don't know...it would be...easier for you to get away wouldn't it?"
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 8:18 pm
Mikaril used the time that Kyil continued his pleading to re-moisten his mouth with his tongue, bringing a bit of relief and gearing him up for his response. It pained him to see Kyil having such faith in Haellara's words, in spite of them being worth less than a rothe could spit. He watched Kyil come around the rack, probably to make him cease and desist his hand-banging, and he felt a little bad in spite of himself. He really didn't want to distress Kyil further, and he needed to remember that in spit of his upbringing around females, Kyil probably had not had that much exposure to the wanton word-breaking that was commonplace in a noble house.
He couldn't help but cringe inwardly as he realized that with the binding contract that hung over poor Kyil's head, Haellara hardly needed another way of controlling him. Kyil might have been unable to fight it, but that left his friend wide open for plotting to sever the bonds before they became too tight and entangled to free him from. "If it won't change your situation anyway, that doesn't give me much incentive to accept the offer, does it?" Smiling at Kyil, he tried once more to explain himself. "The freedom that she is offering is no freedom at all, and has no appeal to me, even if it does mean separation from this place, for what it's worth. Knowing her, she would just find a reason to toss me right back in here for some imagined wrong. All her offer really is is a way of making us think that we can better our lot when we can't. It's one of her ways of controlling you. Trust me."
While trying to reassure Kyil, Mikaril was inwardly scheming as the thought he had jogged loose flourished. He knew how he could get Kyil free; sever his ties with his sister, and hopefully give him no reason to remain in servitude to her. He had a vague idea, but it couldn't even work until Haellara let him off of the rack for another exercise session. He had to remain in her power; helpless in her eyes, if he were to have any chance whatsoever of releasing Kyil. He knew that it was something that would seriously trouble his friend, but Mikaril was willing to continue to stay in constant pain if it meant giving Kyil a chance. Not only would he be able to give up his soul happily, but it would be a great way to spit in his sister's face and show her that given the factor of chaos, she could never be as in control as she wanted to be.
Still trying to placate Kyil, and because the need was beginning to dominate his thinking and becoming irritating, Mikaril decided to be a tad underhanded and appeal to his friend's sense of being helpful. "You wouldn't happen to have any water, would you?"
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2009 9:03 pm
"I don't understand." Kyil felt incredibly foolish as he spoke. It seemed clear enough to him, yet he knew that Mikaril was far wiser. particularly concerning Haellara. Still, he felt a weak fear that by refuseing Haellara's offer he would possibly be missing out on..well..a chance? Kyil simply wanted Mikaril up. Off that terrible rack and able to just...move about. At the very least to be mobile!
Kyils pink eyes closed a little, and he bowed his head as he stood beside the rack. He could not make Mikaril chose. He could not convince him either, Mistress Haellara would be certain to be dissappointed in him for his failure. Yet...Mikaril was so sure. He didn't seem to have the look of uncertainty. Kyil's head lifted as Mikaril would ask him for something to drink. His current guilty thoughts flitted away to be replaced by his eagerness to help Mikaril.
"Ah! No1 Forgive me. I had been so pre-occupied. After I bathed I came directly here to you. I have not even eaten myself. I shall go to the kitchen and bring us something to eat. You mentioned tea last time yes?" Kyil quickly recapped the lotion bottle and turned towards the door. "I will be back in just a moment!"
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