Gluttony - Kolena

Gluttony

Gluttony: habitual greed or excess in eating.

She tied her coat around her neck, winter was on its way and it was getting colder by the minute. Elena brought up her hood and walked out into the fields where many workers slaved day and night, they needed the money to feed their own families and this was the only way they know how to make the money. There on Mikelson's plantation.

She picked up her brown cotton dress, making sure that it didn't run on the muddy floor. Rain has been in and out for days now, it was good for the crops but terrible working conditions for the people. They never complained though, Kol made sure of that, he had his own way of making them work, making them harvest the food that he and his wife needed.

Elena didn't have any complaints about Kol's methods, just that the fact that they were violent and she didn't want to be around when she heard them scream.

They weren't slaves, they worked willingly and they knew what it was like to work for the Mikaelson's with the Mikaelson's you would either be fired or punished and most of them would rather be smacked on the head, back handed with a firm hand, whipped with a horse whip or even lose a finger or two before they quit or get fired. The pay was good and the living conditions were even better. If anyone wanted to leave they were more than welcome too but they would be replaced just as fast.

With the job they do, the workers are welcomed a home, meals and of course the good pay. Elena secretly thinks that Kol has some kind of fetish with pain and torture that, that was why he did it, because he liked the screams and the blood, the pain of other people.

One time he had tried to get Elena to participate as well, Elena had no complaints with how Kol ran things, she loved the man and let him do as he pleased with their workers but there is a difference between watching and committing.

He took her out to the barn house to whip a couple of the men who missed a few days of work. He wanted her to punish them for him. Kol was so eager to see his wife perform however Elena couldn't do it, she didn't have the power to do it. Kol insisted that she did and was so much stronger than she knew and if she still couldn't do it than do it for him, Elena tried but didn't impact much on the men. Kol ate well, he worked out regularly and had a hard body, so when he took the whip from her hand, leaving a kiss on her forehead saying he'll take it from here.

She could hear the force against the whip coming down and striking them right across their backs. It sounded so much harsher and the men immediately let a pained yelp. It hurt a whole lot more than Elena's did.

Elena hated the screams, she hated the painful desperate sounds and shouts. But for some reason she was fascinated by the blood. Red had always been one of her favorite colors. Elena had covered her ears with her hands, blocking out the men's screams but keeping her eyes on the open and bloody wounds that were oozing the sinister color.

She watched Kol and with every strike his eyes grew more and more black, he was crazed, almost mad and yet Elena found him so handsome, she found him so irresistible and she was so in love with him and that look. That look alone in his eye was something so..forbidden that for a moment she thinks she married the devil. How exciting is that.

The more she watched the more she slowly became aroused by him, watching the blood splatter onto his clothes and watching how his hands became covered in it, from his elbows up it was nothing but a light and pure shade of red but as you made your way down to his hands the red was dark and sinful.