Fan Fiction ❯ A Long Journey ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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`I cannot believe this!' Keiji whines in his head, glaring at his clutched hands. `I am a Prince! These people cannot do these things to me!' Keiji lifts his chin in childish arrogance and glares at his new “Master” as he walks into the room, followed by a small group of oddly dressed people.

“Attitune this one has! I can tell.” One of the boys drawls, leaning against Liol's site, a pitiless smirk pulling the corners of his thin lips into a slim line.

“This is him being good.” Liol says with an indifferent shrug, face an emotionless mask. Liol turns to Derniak, nodes his head, and watches as the large man takes Keiji by the arm and drags him to the poll in the center of the room.

Keiji glares at the unsympathetic man through lowered lashes as he ties a rope around his slender wrists, leaving him on the floor.

“Then I can't help but wonner what he's like when ban!” The boy chuckles, walking up to Keiji's hunched form. Squatting down so he'd be at level with Keiji, the dark haired boy fingers his pale curls.

“What race is he, Liol?” a deep, almost dark voice rumbles behind the annoying, florescent colored boy.

“Don't know, don't care.” Liol leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest in a show of arrogant superiority. “Ask him if you want to know.”

“Like he'n really lower himself to ask a stupin slave.” The dark haired boy laughs, toughing at one of Keiji's curls.

“Let go, you ugly Akiar!” Keiji snaps, jerking his head away from the orange eyed boy.

“Maybe you should brand his tongue.” A soft voice purrs, a sinewy woman walking to stand behind the annoying nuisance of a boy that won't leave Keiji be.

“Why, Nallia? If his tongue is branned, then he can't use it for better things!” the boy says with a perversed smirk.

“Do you ever think about anything other than sex?”

“Why shouln I? A tight pus-” Nallia kicks the boys back, knocking him down next to Keiji.

“Shut up, Var'lo.” Nallia walks up to Liol, leaning against his shoulder. “So, Liol. What are you going to do?” she asks, eyeing Derniak from across the room.

“I was thinking a few lashes. He didn't do much, so shouldn't get much.” Liol says with an indifferent shrug, voice soft though. Almost as if he only wanted Nallia to hear.

“You could just leave him here for a day or two. You wouldn't have to punish him yourself, just leave his body to it.” She says as she slides down the wall to sit on the cold floor.

“Perhaps. But if my Father found out I'm starving my new slave, he'd have my hide.” Liol says, looking down at the girls head.

“Didn't know Master Irving was into incest.”

“Oh, that is just foul!” Liol says with a shudder.

“Yes well, Master Irving is a disciplinarian, right? And if this is true, use it as an excuse. It would not be entirely untrue and it is not like he hasn't done the vary same thing himself.”

“To an animal, maybe, but not a boy.”

“Give him to Var'lo?” she looks up at Liol's snort of disgust.

“I want him disciplined, not scarred for life. I don't care if the boy doesn't listen to me, I can figure out a punishment without turning to him.” Liol sneers down at the boy in question.

“Then what about me?” Liol shifts his gaze back the Nallia, lifting his thin brow at her.

“Why?” Liol asks, voice not conveying his confused suspicion, wondering her motive.

“I had a slave similar to him; I know how to break him without actually breaking his spirit.” She says in an off handed tone. “I'll do this as a payment for some of the things you've helped me with.”

“You still owe me for much more.” Liol states matter of factly

“I know. I'm not saying I don't owe you, just saying that this will lessen the amount.” She smirks up at Liol, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Fine.”

“I'll bring him back to you within the week.” She says as she pushes herself up fluidly.

“I might as well give you the other slave too. He seems to be the brat's main problem.” Liol walks up to Var'lo, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from Keiji's small form.

“Leave him alone.” Liol glares at Var'lo's smirking face. “If you want to fuck something, go see my father. I'm sure he'd happily accommodate you.” He remarks snidely, removing the end loop of the rope from the hooked spike higher up on the pole.

“Nallia. Take him and I'll meet you in the courtyard.” Liol says, shoving the rope in Nallia's hand. “Derniak. Come.” He barks before leaving the small building.

 

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“It's a pity really.” Nallia murmurs as she fingers one of Keiji's silver blond curls. “You'd be such a pretty thing.” Nallia turns away from the two chained boys.

“I want them both secure in separate rooms and gagged. No noise out of either of them. If I come back and they are not, it'll be your damn heads. And not the one on your shoulders. Got that?” At her men's curt reply of the affirmative, Nallia turns with a flourish, walking out of the room. Heading to her private apartments, she closes the door to her study firmly, walking about the room to pull the heavy curtains closed to block all light from filtering in.

Turning to a bookshelf next to her, she pulls out a large, well worn leather bound book. Setting the book on a large hip-high deep red stone table, Nallia hovers her hand above the large book. Slowly a vine like design glows upon the leather of the old book.

With a loud clap, the cover snaps open, the pages fluttering to rest at the center page.

“An i'aer a in elin! Eglerio! Nanithach maetolo sí uireb. Im mellen chen, Telo. Telo an úr. Adar linnol.” She murmurs in a melodic voice, eyes glazed as little sparks of electricity dance between her palm and the glowing lines. She shivers as a blue spark dances up her arm, rubbing her thighs together as arousal spikes her blood.

“Do control yourself. Your foul stench is making the air rancid.” A rumbling voice admonishes from behind Nallia. Nallia turns quickly, pulling her hand away from the book. The energy quickly diminishes, the glow dieing without it's source.

“Now, what was it that you desired to speak of? You summoned me all way; now speak as I do not.” He chuckles, his one golden eye twinkling as his black does not. The bronzed skinned man hops into the air, hovering there with his legs crossed as if he were sitting on a stone.

“You need to inform our mutual companion that our stray kitty has shown himself.” She snaps, glaring at the Spirito Malvagio before her.

“And what if I don't feel like it?” he asks in an arrogant voice, straitening to his full height of 8'10”. He smirks with pleasure as he takes in the sweet tang of her fear as he taps his clawed fingers on the stone walls lightly, digging `accidental' grooves into the hard surface.

“You cannot refuse!” she snaps irritably, trying to hide her distress.

“And why do you say that?” he murmurs, looking down at his black nails. The Spirito Malvagio pushes himself away from the wall to stalk up to Nallia, looming over her small body. A fleeting thought of crushing her little scull on her big table flitted around his mind before he brushed it off for a better time. `All in due time.'

“I have you bound to me! You cannot do anything against me, that includes disobey my commands!” she glares with false bravado.

“Ah, yes.” He purrs, eyes following down the expanse of her slender, pale throat to gaze at the pendant resting at the swell of her large breasts. “Can't forget that. Now, can we?” a deep growl rumbles from the pit of his chest, smiling cruelly as Nallia's body stiffens and sent spikes with fear.

“Of course I will speak to our beneficiary. I am sure she shall be delighted to hear from us.” With that, the Spirito Malvagio vanishes, leaving a stifling sense of wrongness in the air.

“Right.” Nallia turns back to her book, picking it up and placing it back on her bookshelf, giving it a final tap before leaving.

 

By the sea and the stars! Glorify! You will always be welcome here. I have loved you, Come. Come near the fire. Singing Father.

 

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