The Slave

the (sort of) trial

description: slavery has been outlawed in Araluen; however, there are still those few that own them, and of course there are illegal slave traders. what happens when King Duncan and his group come upon a young slave that has them all falling in love with him, even the emotionless Halt? a young slave has somehow found himself to be the company of the king and some of his men, what will happen to him? and just exactly who it this slave?

warning: punishment of slave, mentions of inappropriate touching, blood, memories, beatings, and so on. ALMOST RAPE!

disclaimer: all known characters belong to author, John Flanagan! not me!

Daniel Thorn's P_O_V:

(story)

I looked down at my son and smirked. he is currently tied to a post in our back shed, with his shirt stripped off. he has a gag in his mouth and tears are rolling steadily down his cheeks. my smirk grows wider as I bring my whip down across his back once home, relishing the cry of pain that escapes through his gag. as I brought the whip down on my sons bleeding back once more, I thought of what had lead to this.

Will is my only son, and one time he had been my pride and joy, but then the war ended, and I realized that his mothers death was all his fault. Will's mother died giving birth to him, and up until the end of the war I never really realized that Will should have been the one who died, not his mother.

with these thoughts in mind I brought the whip down again and again, until Will passed out from the pain. I smirked, knowing that he would eventually get used to pain and then he wouldn't be such a disgrace.

(end story/flash back)

"I think he was about five when I first hurt the brat, it was right after the war ended, when I realized that it was because of him that I was all alone." I said as I finished telling the men about the first time I ever hurt my son. the trial had just started and before anyone could talk I had begun telling them all about the first time I ever hurt Will, smiling at the looks of disgust and horror that appeared on their faces.

"but you weren't alone you bast*rd!" one of the knights exclaimed loudly. "you had a son that needed you and all you did was f***ing abuse him instead of treating him like the child he was. do you have any idea how much you've ruined your son's life?"

the king went to speak but I held up my hand before cutting him off.

"of course I know how much I've ruined his life, but if I could I would do it all again." as almost all of them growled, I saw my chance. while I had been telling them my story I had been using a hidden knife to cut the ropes around my wrists. as I was talking Will had been moving into himself more and more, and he had also been moving farther and farther away from the King and his men. the kings men didn't seem to notice, and none of them seemed to notice that as they got angrier and angrier they moved farther and farther away from me so they didn't kill me. now there were almost no one beside me, and I had enough room to carry out my plan. throwing my elbow back into the stomach of Ranger Halt, I then lunged forward and wrapped my arm around my son's chest, before positioning my hidden knife at his throat.

"don't move or I'll cut his throat." I growled, before I began to slowly move backwards, keeping William pressed tightly to me so he couldn't escape. I know that I should just escape, but I can't resist tormenting the men before me. "you know, I love torturing this damn boy."

I smirked as I suddenly had an amazing idea come to me. I stopped moving backwards and instead moved forward a little. the smirk on my face seemed to scare a few of the men, and their hands went to their swords and their faced turned to pure hatred. I laughed.