Mystoria: Trail of Thorns (Cancelled)

Chapter 3 (Posted 10-9-2020)

Chapter 3

Chronology: [1b]

POV: [Un]

Probable Chapter: [3]

Chapter or Part [#]: [?name?]

Dolan took a long moment to admire his new purchase now that she was cleaned up and presentable. She was short, well short for the natives of Mystoria. He had no idea what was average for Anoria. Standing only about five foot two and likely not weighing more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. She was a little malnutried. Likely not fed well on the boat. Still she had an interesting figure that spoke of constant travel, or work. Her waist and hips seemed a bit narrow, but muscled in a way that shaped her nicely. Her breasts were a bit on the small side, but worked well with her toned form. Her skin was pale and her hair was long and black. Her only flaw was the symbol branded into the skin of her neck. Something that apparently meant that if she was to be found in her home country again she would be instantly executed.

It was her face that brought him to drop a pretty penny on a woman who didn't speak a single understandable word thought. She had a short wide nose that fit well on her rounded face. Tight lips and those dark eyes. It was the eyes. The lids folded oddly as if the skin was stretched so tight it wanted to cover the eye itself. They seemed inside out. The lids hiding under the skin, giving them an exotic half circle look. Dolan almost couldn't wait to see her on her knees in front of him. Her mouth full. Staring up at him with those foreign eyes. Pleading.

Elra entered the room first. The half-elf girl taking her usual position in the corner. She was a good obedient woman. It made Dolan a bad person to enjoy her discomfort. He held the door open for his new pet. She squinted at him with her sexy foreign eyes. He wondered what she would look like if she ever smiled. He'd have to teach her how. The door clicked shut behind them and the exotic woman clothed only in a bath robe turned her expressionless gaze from the bed to Elra to Dolan. Her eyes narrowed as he unhitched his belt. She understood. The only question was whether or not she would be submissive or a fighter.

Dolan reached for her shoulder. Pain exploded through him. The knee to his groin had come far too quickly for his liking. He plowed into her with the pain filled rage that often followed such a hit. They fell to the ground, but his new purchase kicked away from him. He snatched at the bath robe. Unlike every other woman he had dealt with, this one didn't hang on the covering. Instead she twisted out of it. Her naked form moving quickly to the door only to find it locked. Her body was covered in far more scars than he would have been willing to condone had he known ahead of time. She was still fantastically beautiful. Dolan stood, instead of panicking the girl moved to the desk and hurled the chair at him. He managed to duck out of the improvised projectile just in time. Elra screamed as the wooden object hit the wall and splintered a few feet away from her. It was time to end this. Grab the girl and put her in her place. This one was going to fight and it was going to take a while to break her, but he would and he would enjoy the process. Dolan turned his attention back on the little unbroken bitch. She wasn't looking for a new weapon. She was closing.

The fist crashed into his with far less force than he was used to. Then again she didn't have the weight to throw behind it. Some part of Dolan's mind registered the fact that the girl didn't fight by scratching and gouging at him like a normal woman would have. She didn't fight any man either. She hit hard and fast with semi open hands. Targeting the eyes, throat, and nose. Dolan backhanded the bitch off himself. Sending her stumbling backward.

Dolan tackled the girl again. This time landing on top of her, pinning her to the floor. She was still violently jabbing at his face. Her heels digging into his sides. Finally he had one of her arms pinned to the floor. Ignoring the pain caused by her other hand, he struggled to get far enough out of his pants. A sharp stab of electric fire emanated from the base of his neck. He was going to make her pay for that. Chain her to the bed for a week. Maybe he could...