Fan Fiction ❯ A Slave's Lesson ❯ Memories from Within a Wooden Hall ( Chapter 1 )
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By: firagabird 
First chapter. Kinda plain.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 743 | Visits: 497 | Status: Completed
First chapter. Kinda plain.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 743 | Visits: 497 | Status: Completed
Deep within the pitch-black hollows of a forest whose trees stole the nourishing rays of light from the rotted soil, a sound echoed amongst the wooden halls. This terrible sound, amplified many times more, was that of o grieving young woman. Her wails and sobs were intense and of a painful cause: her abandonment.
Her beloved Master of whom she obeyed willfully and dutifully every command had thrown her away like an over-used doll. She'd done everything she was ordered to do with her utmost power and passion... But, it seemed that it was insufficient for He who she loved dearly.
As she wept, mourning over the gaping hole filled only by Him, this young lady tried hard to recall what mistake of hers had driven such a caring Master into leaving in pitiful filth one who he once called "the only creature that could sate my never-ending hunger..."
She lay there in the cold mud, the grey and malnourished soil sticking to her nude, pale skin in clumps. It mattered not. He was everything to her, and His every spoken word was her life and fate. If she could have died in her loving Master's arms, then she could die blissfully.
"All..." the broken-hearted slave gasped between sobs, "All I ever... wanted was... was to see Him... h-happy..."Her tears having long blinded her, she looked back at T/their time together, blissful and otherwise. The warmth of His smile which He rewarded her occasionally for her jobs well done. The pain of His apathy whenever she'd disobey her Master or fail to remember, and accidentally broke, one of His rules.
It was odd, however; she could not think of a time where she was physically punished for her wrongdoings. Even as she felt the mud creep up on her stinging wounds, those of which she inflicted upon herself, it was nothing compared to the continuous lashes and whippings that she received from previous owners. In fact, that was how she had met Him...
That was several years ago, under an especially sadistic master, when she had first come to know the One of her dreams, a visitor upon her former owner's mansion. The second she answered the door to His deceptively weak frame (yet fairly handsome features), her heart ached endlessly for Him and Him alone.
He was forced to leave, however, when her ex-master saw Him entering His house. She would later come to know it from Him as possessiveness, and it frustrated her thoroughly to see Him to the door. One of her "lover's" appointed priviledges to her was the freedom to interact with guests, and He was one to tempt her to use that luxury even as He was not welcome.
His was a presence that felt like that of her master's, yet much stronger and... something else. She had to get to know Him better, and she knew she would do whatever it took to do so.
It began to rain lightly, the water seeping through the thick blankets of leaves that foreshadowed everything inside of the godforsaken forest, falling into the dead soil and on this naked (in many senses) woman, washing some of the dirt off her body. It didn't help. "How," she started, her voice dropping, like the temperature, to a mere whisper. "How could this... have happened...?"
Her thoughts returned to the days succeeding T/their first contact with each other. Every single day, she would finish her chores quickly and run towards the gate of the mansion, and every single day, she would see Him there, waiting for her. She knew that she was breaking her ex-owner's rules, but she ignored it. She was never caught, but even if she did, it would all have been worth it.
She came to know Him simply as Master, as He never spoke of His name, or much else about himself for the matter. Whenever they met to chat idly, she was always the one to ask and speak, however hesitating at times. Eventually, He told her of His reason for coming in one word: "her". It was vague, but all that mattered was that He was here for her. With that, she was His.
End of Part 1
Her beloved Master of whom she obeyed willfully and dutifully every command had thrown her away like an over-used doll. She'd done everything she was ordered to do with her utmost power and passion... But, it seemed that it was insufficient for He who she loved dearly.
As she wept, mourning over the gaping hole filled only by Him, this young lady tried hard to recall what mistake of hers had driven such a caring Master into leaving in pitiful filth one who he once called "the only creature that could sate my never-ending hunger..."
She lay there in the cold mud, the grey and malnourished soil sticking to her nude, pale skin in clumps. It mattered not. He was everything to her, and His every spoken word was her life and fate. If she could have died in her loving Master's arms, then she could die blissfully.
"All..." the broken-hearted slave gasped between sobs, "All I ever... wanted was... was to see Him... h-happy..."Her tears having long blinded her, she looked back at T/their time together, blissful and otherwise. The warmth of His smile which He rewarded her occasionally for her jobs well done. The pain of His apathy whenever she'd disobey her Master or fail to remember, and accidentally broke, one of His rules.
It was odd, however; she could not think of a time where she was physically punished for her wrongdoings. Even as she felt the mud creep up on her stinging wounds, those of which she inflicted upon herself, it was nothing compared to the continuous lashes and whippings that she received from previous owners. In fact, that was how she had met Him...
That was several years ago, under an especially sadistic master, when she had first come to know the One of her dreams, a visitor upon her former owner's mansion. The second she answered the door to His deceptively weak frame (yet fairly handsome features), her heart ached endlessly for Him and Him alone.
He was forced to leave, however, when her ex-master saw Him entering His house. She would later come to know it from Him as possessiveness, and it frustrated her thoroughly to see Him to the door. One of her "lover's" appointed priviledges to her was the freedom to interact with guests, and He was one to tempt her to use that luxury even as He was not welcome.
His was a presence that felt like that of her master's, yet much stronger and... something else. She had to get to know Him better, and she knew she would do whatever it took to do so.
It began to rain lightly, the water seeping through the thick blankets of leaves that foreshadowed everything inside of the godforsaken forest, falling into the dead soil and on this naked (in many senses) woman, washing some of the dirt off her body. It didn't help. "How," she started, her voice dropping, like the temperature, to a mere whisper. "How could this... have happened...?"
Her thoughts returned to the days succeeding T/their first contact with each other. Every single day, she would finish her chores quickly and run towards the gate of the mansion, and every single day, she would see Him there, waiting for her. She knew that she was breaking her ex-owner's rules, but she ignored it. She was never caught, but even if she did, it would all have been worth it.
She came to know Him simply as Master, as He never spoke of His name, or much else about himself for the matter. Whenever they met to chat idly, she was always the one to ask and speak, however hesitating at times. Eventually, He told her of His reason for coming in one word: "her". It was vague, but all that mattered was that He was here for her. With that, she was His.
End of Part 1