Chapter 4: An Adventure Begins
I stayed in the room for another full day, I bathed, and I read. I didn't speak to Emilio or the Seer, I was too nervous about what was to come. The Seer knew perfectly well what was going to happen, and I knew questioning him let alone fighting with him would do no good. Perhaps it was best I did not know.
They both didn't mind my strange silence, they where busy preparing. So when I decided to slip out, neither of them took notice. I was a slave for one more day, and I wanted to remember the past.
I walked down the halls and in a few rooms; the place was basically deserted besides people cleaning. I could see myself, in every room that I passed or went through. I was a child asking for the master's help reading a word, his wife was upset the day before about me reading and had struck me; my eye was black. Another room where Jurar and I had spared and I had won, I had to sit in the dark room for a day because I had injured him. Every room, I realized that I had thought was a good memories, was tainted. I was always a slave, why did I ever think differently. Why was I almost willing to stay here?
Simple, I realized as I passed a room where they had just realized something was growing on my back; I did it to survive. I deceived myself to survive being inside these walls all my life and being put in that room over and over again. If I hadn't, I would have very well gone insane.
"Precious." I didn't turn around; it was the master's son calling my name. He wasn't Jurar as far as I was concerned; Jurar was the boy I grew up with, not this monster of a shadow to his father. "Precious." He called his voice hard towards me.
Still I would not turn, instead I kept walking. That was not my name, so why answer it. "Look at me or you'll be whipped slave!"
I turned, glaring so hard he flinched back as if I had hit him. "Yes young master?" I replied harshly.
"W-where have you been?" he demanded a bit uneasily.
"In the dark room, for a week; no food."
"Well I knew that." He replied rolling his eyes. "I meant were where you these last three days?" He said coming near me
I growled under my breath; I wanted to throw something at him, something glass that was sharp enough to cut his pretty little-
"Owe." He cried out flinching back looking around. Touching his cheek he pulled his hand away, blood was trickling out into the palm of his hand. I could see the bright red against his pale cheek; smell the tainted iron smell in the air. "How in the hell..."
My eyes widened as I stared at the blood. Was it coincidence or had I really just... no it was impossible. I'd never done that before it must be coincidence. "If you knew where I was you should know I have been sick, and since my scars are gone I'm at the Seer's side though I don't know how helpful I've been since I've been ill." I answered still staring at the blood.
"So it's true, your scars are really gone?" He asked whipping away the blood with the cuff of his sleeve.
I frowned. "Why do you sound so happy about this?"
"It means you can be my mistress, without the scars it's impossible that your still a winged one so if I got you pregnant-" He said happily coming even closer to me.
I flinched back as he came towards me to touch my hand. "Do not touch me." I snapped.
His brow furrowed and the angry look came back into his eyes, the possessive look. "You are my slave, I can touch you anyway I please." He replied grabbing my arm. "And you will obey, and like everything I do to you whenever it pleases me to do so."
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FantasyAra has belived her whole life that she's a slave, that is all she will ever be. She feels like the dark room she's dragged in as punishment is perminate, that she'll always be in that room. Untill the Seer tells her that the scars on her back, arn'...