Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 27

SARA: I lay with my face nuzzled into Nyssa's neck. She stares at the ceiling with an expressionless gaze.

"You should go," she says.

I pull back slightly. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask fearing the worst.

She turns her head to me. "Of course not. You just shouldn't stay here for very long."

I cling to her tighter. "Dammit. I don't want to go."

"Around here, our desires are irrelevant. You need to get back to your quarters before someone notices your absence," she says kissing my forehead. "I had a wonderful time."

She leads me to get up. I grab my pants from the floor and my underwear hanging off the foot of the bed.

Nyssa picks my shirt from the floor on the opposite side of the room.

"You are the most eager to remove your clothes around me. This is nowhere near the bed," she says jokingly.

"What can I say? We don't have a lot of time together, so I'd like to spend most of it naked," I say as I put my underwear on.

She tosses me the shirt. "I am always naked with you, whether I'm naked of the body or the mind," she says as she dresses herself.

I chuckle as I put my pants back on. "If you had an American accent, the things you say would sound so cheesy. No offense," I say as I put my shirt on.

She chuckles. "You know, that is the exact reason why I learned British English and not American English," she says sarcastically. "To hide the fact that I am cheese."

I burst out laughing.

Nyssa watches me die of laughter and she starts to chuckle as well.

I'm able to speak again. "Oh my god, Nyssa. Cheesy doesn't mean you're cheese," I say wiping the tear from my eye.

She sighs. "American Slang eludes me."

"It means like silly or over the top, I guess."

"Over the top. Well, I suppose that does suit me."

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I like it," I say.

"Very well then."

I jump at the sound of pounding on Nyssa's door.

"Nyssa. Open the door at once," Ra's' voice emits from the other side.

She grabs my arm and leads me to the wardrobe. I climb inside and she closes the door and locks it behind me. I climb through the tunnel.

Oh shit. That was close.

I climb all the way back and slip into my room.

"Hello. Ta-er al-Sahfer."

"Sarab. What are you doing here?"

"Yes. Answer. Why am I here, while you weren't?"

"Get out of my quarters."

He slowly walks to the door. He gives me a dirty look and exits my room.

NYSSA:
I open the door.

"Yes, what is it, father?"

He enters my quarters and scans the area.

"Your bed is unkempt. I thought I taught you better," he says.

My nerves creep in at the sound of his statement. I didn't have time to fix the bed. I was planning to make it after I fully dressed...What an odd remark from him, though. He only personally comes to my quarters for urgent and important matters.

"What is it you need, father?"

"Sarab needs punishment by your decree. He came to me and admitted that he has been invading your business."

"On what degree?"

"He claims to have heard you engaging in your sexual endeavors."

I keep myself from tensing. "May I ask what his motivation for his actions was?"

He walks past me and stares at my bed. "He believed that you had Ta-er al-Sahfer in your bed."

I remain unwavering. "What would make him believe that?"

He turns to face me. "The muttering of the name of Ta-er al-Sahfer's previous life."

I act relieved because I actually am. He hasn't seen anything, only heard. "He must have misheard. These walls are thick and could affect the sound of words."

"Perhaps. What did you say that he would have mistaken for Sara?"

"My mistresses and I say many things to one another. It could have been anything."

"Indeed. So where is she now? Sarab claimed he recently heard you."

"Well, it was within 30 minutes ago since I relieved her of her duties, hence, why my bed is unkempt. It is a ridiculous notion, by the way. I would never have any one of your students or mine in my bed. Pleasuring me is not their purpose."

He clenched his jaw. "I've heard enough of your depraved sex life. Punish Sarab however you please. We are finished here," he says as he exits my quarters.

That was far too close. How am I so idiotic as to call out Sara's name? I don't really remember doing it. I must have been caught up in the moment...
I have never been so reckless before in my life. I haven't been in such a state of bliss before either. Sara has made me the happiest I've ever been as well as the most reckless and the most vulnerable. Perhaps my father was right all along about love...It is a weakness. It is a prison.

I need to end this. My father is suspicious now. I fear he may look further into this. Keep an eye on me.

My youth was full of mischief that he may not believe me now, even if my lies were believable. His trust in me is not as strong as it was with him and Talia. Although he resented having daughters, he did favor her until she betrayed us and left. With my bad behavior and my homosexuality on top of the fact I am not a man, I have reason to believe that my father does not trust me at all. I am everything he loathes. If I add my new-found love to that, he might kill me and try for a son. He eventually came to terms with my homosexuality, but love is the worse in his eyes. Sometimes I wish someone would just kill him. I want the mantle. Or simply, to be rid of the responsibility of this life. Talia ran off and started her own life. Should I try the same? It is tempting...but what of Sara? I could not leave her here. No, I must stay. I will one day take the mantle. It is only nearly in my grasp. I must be patient.

In the meantime, what punishment shall I give Sarab? Shall I cut his flesh one thousand times or shall I flay him? I have many options.

I send for him to come to the torture room. As I walk there, I contemplate what I should do to him.

He arrives only minutes after I do. He bows to me after he enters.

"Sarab, you have been sent here for punishment of my choosing for trespassing your limitations of this facility and invading my privacy as Heir to the Demon. Do you have anything to say?"

"I apologize, Heiress. I overstepped my boundaries."

"Indeed, you have."

"But, have you overstepped yours?"

I clench my jaw. "You have no right to speak to me with such tone. I may not be Head, but I am your superior. I suggest you stop talking before I decide to make death your punishment."

He is silent.

"Good."

I thought about using the Iron Maiden, because it has been some time since it has been used, but I want to see him writhe.

One of my favorite tortures for men is castration. Perhaps that may be a bit too harsh seeing that I usually only castrate those who rape and abuse innocent people.

What should I do to him then? I suppose I will start cutting him and do whatever I feel from there. I can't wait to break him. His sounds of pain will soothe me more than any song will.