Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 23

Sorry this took so long. I had a bunch of it written a while ago but when I went to go finish it last week, my progress wasn't saved so I had to start from scratch and try to recreate the chapter by memory >.>        Anyway, enjoy :)

NYSSA: It has been two weeks of standstill. Sara still trains with my father, I still seldom see her, and my heart still weighs heavy even after deep meditation. I have heard that my father will be teaching Sara about torture in their session today. I prayed that this day wouldn't come, though I knew it would. 

My father is going to torture her today. That's how he demonstrates the technique and how he teaches how to handle torture. He gives a "safe word" that you can say, but if a member utters it during the torture, they are killed for their weakness. I gave Sara a note explaining this detail so that she knows of my father's tricks and to not say the safe word.

I don't want to be anywhere near the stronghold while they have their session. Just knowing that she is in the same building as me, being tortured...it makes me ill. So, I've decided to go to the village for a change of scenery. I used to like to go there in my youth to terrorize the citizens, to let them know my strength. Today, I'm just going to watch the people. To watch them live their normal boring lives.

I arrive in disguise, as to not frighten the commoners. I lurk in the darkness of an alleyway and watch the people walk by as they converse with one another about trivial nonsense and go about their day as normal people do. I sometimes envy these people and their simple lives.

Suddenly, I sense a presence behind me, waking towards me...or walking towards the street more likely. I don't turn as to not show my face to this passerby. I wait for him or her to pass me to integrate with the rest of the civilians walking along the street, but they do not pass. I turn my head slightly to gain some idea as to who it is through my periphery.

"What brings the Heir to the Demon here?" a familiar voice emits from the person.

I turn fully to face her. "Lower your voice. I am not here as The Heir."

"I apologize. I did not mean to offend," she says as she bows slightly.

"Don't bow either. I'm trying not to frighten the townspeople,"  I whisper as I pull her by the cloak further down the alley.

"I thought you took joy in terrorizing the townspeople, do you not?" she smirks lightly under her serious face. 

"Do not pretend to know me. I share my body with you, not my mind."

"And what a beautiful body it is."

"Know your place,"  I snarl. "You are just a mistress. You are not being paid now, so do not provide your sexual demeanors with me now. Speaking of which, I do not need them anymore at all."

"What do you mean?" she asks, crinkling her eyebrows in confusion. 

"I will not be needing you or the other girls anymore. You are all released from my bonds."

"What has changed? Has the Heir become celibate?"

"Mind yourself, Dolma,"  I snap at her.

"Forgive me, Heiress. I am just confused, that is all. Are we not meeting your needs anymore?"

"It has nothing to do with you girls, I assure you."

"That is quite a shame. You are our favorite client to tend to. You will be terribly missed."

"You mean my money will be missed. You may try to coerce me with your flattery, but my mind is made."