Thunder could be heard in the distance, the sound of water dripping could be heard throughout the whole room. Ale let out a groan, he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was kinda blurred. He sat up and wiped his eyes, he slowly looked around the room, it was very dark and miserable. He sat there for a while so his eyes could adjust to the darkness. As soon as that happened he got up from where he was sitting. It was a large wooden four poster bed. It had a thick pink quilt draped over it and soft feather pillows.
There was an old trunk next to him, he opened it up to find an assortment of medieval weapons. In fact on closer inspection the whole room was covered in weapons and devices, such as racks, gallows, maces......
He looked at his body only just noticing that he was only wearing his boxers, he looked around for his clothes but found none. As soon as he noticed this he was certain it was a woman. There was a mirror on the wall next to him. He looked at himself and turned round so his back was facing the mirror, he looked over his shoulder and noticed the words "Lot #125" branded onto his back. He didn't know where he was but he figured somebody had plans for him. He heard footsteps approaching all of a sudden the lights turned on, he stood there frozen, waiting to see who would come through the door at the other side of the room......

OOC: I wanted to edit that first bit but it won't let me now so sorry for double posting.


The handle on the door slowly turned, then stopped, the door started to shake, then a key could be heard being inserted in the lock. Ale quickly jumped on the bed and pretended he was half asleep waiting for the people/ person to enter....

OOC: Hope it's ok if I join in :ph34r:

Razel walks up to the locked door; unlocking it with the large chain of keys the misstress gave to him. Razel walks over to the sleeping man--
And suddenly pours a bucket of water over him!

Sasha roams down the hall, her long silky dress billows out from her waist and seems to glide along with her. "Razel," Her voice is quiet. She peeks into the room, satisfied with all the weaponry inside. She glances over at Ale, satisfied to see that he's awake...

Ale stood up from the bed soaked gasping from the shock of having a lot of cold water poured over him. His hair flopped over his eyes. He boxers clung to his frame as they where wet, he shook off the shock after a few seconds and turned round to face Sasha....

Razel back up to the wall so the misstress ((Sasha)) could come in--

Ale stood there motionless waiting for Sasha to appraoch, he didn't say anything he just stood there..... frozen....

"Thank you Razel," Sasha kissed Razel's cheek in a swift motion and entered the room, her skirts and tresses sweeping the floor. She lifted a chain with a spiked metal ball at the end of it and tilted her head.

"Ale," she gazed at him. "Do you know why you're here?"

"No I don't" he said sitting down on the bed. he said pulling at his boxers so they didn't cling to his hips....
He looked at the chain with the metal ball at the end. It looked like it could do a fair bit of damage....

"I suppose you don't know anything about stealing from my estate either?" Sasha smiled and nodded. She turned to Razel. "Razel, call in the slave." Sasha laughed a little, glancing back at her prisoner.

"Stealing from your estate, slave? What are you on about? And why is LOT #125 branded on my back?" he asked her with a puzzled look....

'Yes, misstress"
Razel pull a small black remote off the keychain
Then pressed three buttons followed by a red switch
"They're coming, misstress"

"You are mine now, my dear," Sasha moved closer to Ale, a hand resting on his forehead. "LOT # 125 is where the thieves go, silly." She laughed. A small brown man came in, looking weary. LOT # 125 was branded on his back. He was completely naked, and scars and bruises lined his body. He was soon followed by a taller slave, a dark-skinned woman, also completely naked. Tears slid down her cheeks, she bored no scars, but there were clearly recent bruises on her. She babbled on in a foreign language. "This is what we do to thieves, Ale."

Sasha moved towards the tiny brown man and swung the chain at him. The spiked metal ball landed on his back, thrusting him forward into a wall with nails jutting out of it. The nails sliced easily through his hands. He screamed out in pain, and Sasha simply laughed.

"I think you'd better take her, Razel," Sasha threw down the chain and glanced around the room. "You have a lot of weapons to choose from. Have fun, my dear." Sasha planted another kiss on his cheek and then turned to face Ale.

"I know that you remember stealing from me, Ale,"

"Your sick!" he said in a disgusted tone towards her.
He looked at the ball and chain she threw away and looked around the room.
He looked at the man and Woman in pain he couldn't bare it anymore. her dominence was actually a turn on to him but seeing others in pain made him feel angry inside. "Please let them go" he pleaded with her as he walked up to her. He kneeled down and grabbed at her frock. "Please!" he said crying as he grabbed hold of her frock and buried his face in it crying. He then looked up at her and got back up. He didn't know why but her just stared at her for a few seconds, he knew there was some good in her. Even though he hated to do this. He moved close to her and sucked her neck slowly.... tears still streaming from his eyes...

"Mm," Sasha murmured lightly. She stroked him softly and looked at him. "Ale, don't cry." Sasha kissed the tears from his face. "Please, dear." Sasha felt a growing connection to him. She didn't want to hurt him. Her knees went weak, and she swayed slightly. "I am not weak," She practically screamed. She turned to Razel, leaning on him, for she could no longer stand on her own. "Let the girl and that man free, please. Give them medical attention..." Sasha shook her head and collapsed to the ground. "No. Don't set them free-" Sasha glared at Ale. "I have no mercy..."

But this was a lie to herself, and everyone knew it. Sasha glanced up at Razel and then back to Ale.

"Misstress?"

He looked at her with pity, a woman who saw herself as dominant but was too weak to hold back her true feelings. He put her arm around his shoulder and lifted he onto the bed and stood back...

"I needed more training," Sasha shakes her head bitterly. "I was too eager to enter this." She glanced at Razel, so much stronger than her. How could she be so weak? She clawed at her own skin, angry at herself.

He grabbed her hands so she couldn't claw herself and he pinned her down on the bed.
"Calm down" he said leaning over to talk to her.....

"You're right," Sasha blinked in surprise. "I may need more training... but you seem to know a lot about this, my dear." Sasha fought her sudden urge to kiss him. She looked over at Razel and nodded. "Lead them out of here, set the slaves free. At least, the ones over the two year limit."

"Know a lot about what?" he said letting go of her and sitting on the edge of the bed....
"I'm nothing like you" he said

In spite of herself, Sasha laughed. "Ale, you are more like me than you know. I am a bit more selfish than you are, Ale." Sasha shook her head. The Elders would give her punishment tonight. She had made quite a few mistakes, she had made herself look weak, and she had hinted at the fact that this wasn't what she wanted either. She may be working for the higher ups, but if she let the prisoner know that this wasn't what she wanted, that gave him power.

"I'm nothing like you" he said close up to her face. "I don't torture people for fun, keep them as slaves and abuse them" he turned his back too her and shoved his back into her face showing LOT #25 "You treat people like livestock, you sicken me" he said moving away from her.....
But to be honest he found her cruel and dominant behaviour quite a turn on....

"Sicken you?" Sasha's eyes narrowed. She pulled his face back toward her, and slammed him back down on the bed. "People that are weak are nothing. Do you understand? I brought you up here so you could explain to me why you stole from me. You stole three slaves, to be exact. If your answer satisfies you, I won't treat you so horribly. If your answer angers me... well..."

Razel nodded
"Yes, misstress"
With that, him and the 2 slaves left the room--

He didn't answer to her. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of her passing judgement on what he said. He just laid back on the bed remaining quiet staring into her eyes waiting for her to replie....

"You stole three slaves!" Sasha ran her nails across Ale's bare chest, raking them harder and harder. "Why did you steal them? Answer me!" Sasha glanced back at Razel, realizing he'd left already, she turned to Ale. "Well? Why did you steal three slaves, Ale?"

His chest was red with her nails scraping hard against it. He bit his bottom lip trying not to scream in pain. He still didn't answer her.....

"I could always call Razel back in here with those slaves," Sasha whispered, her lips almost touching his ear. "And you don't want that, do you? Why did you steal my slaves, boy? Your obstinence annoys."

He slowly opened his mouth. "Theres no need to bring them back in" he said feeling her cold breath next to his ear, he gasped slightly. "Hurt me all you want but please don't hurt them!" them he said turning his head towards her. "I'll take all the pain"....

"I will, if you don't answer me," Sasha was already getting ready to get Razel back in here... She stood up slowly, walking over to the door in deliberate strides. "Why did you steal the slaves, Ale?"

"Because I wanted them out of this hellhole" he said sighing there I told you he said getting up off the bed and standing up "happy now?" he said angrily...
He stood right up to her and spat at her in the face...
He smiled slyly laughing.....

"How do you know what a hellhole this is?" Sasha laughed bitterly, wiping his saliva off of her face. "You are so typical. Human. Pathetic. The weak are nothing, do you hear me, Ale? You have to fight to get to the top. Suffer like we suffered. You don't think I've earned this, do you? Everyone has to earn the place they get to, Ale."

"Human?" he said looking at her strangely.....
"I'll show you what human is" he said sucking on her neck.
"That's human" he said withdrawing from her neck and wiping his mouth.....

"Mm," Sasha pulled him closer to her again. "It costs to be human, Ale. It costs to let your guard down."

"let guard down?" he thought to himself as she pulled her close he was up to something he knew it, but he allowed himself to be pulled in by her, he liked to be dominated. He watched her movement closely to see what she'd do next...

"It costs to let yourself become weak. It costs to trust people." Sasha pulled out a dagger, strapped onto her wrist. Her arms were wrapped around him. She made a small incision at his back, nothing that would need stitches, nothing that would bleed a lot.

"See how it costs, Ale?"

"argh!" he screamed as he raked his back. He fell flat on his back on the ground looking up at her... her dominating figure standing over him....

"Listen close," Sasha sat on his chest and leaned in close to him. "Those slaves will always be weak and useless. They are trusting and they have no fighting power. Those that are where I am have paid the price and earned it. This isn't a hellhole. This is reality."

He felt her sit on his chest and sighed he noticed the trunk that he saw when he woke up right next to them, he stared at the gold catch on it glistening in the light, he looked back at her.... "trust doesn't make a person weak"

"You still think like them," Sasha murmured. "Slaves. The ones who let themselves get hurt." Sasha looked away, lost in thought for a moment... "Trust does hurt you..."

"Of course it does but pain can make a person stronger" he said sitting up and grabbing her hips. He looked around the room at all the weapons. He gently sucked her neck trying to seduce her...
"We could have fun with these weapons" he said with a seductive smile...
"Hurt me!" he said laying back down smiling....

"That's my good little boy," Sasha ran her hands over his bare chest and looked around. She started to get up, and then hesitated. Something in his face made her stay. She was breaking her own rules. She planted a soft kiss on his lips and then pulled away, as if she had been burned. She was breaking her own rules...

He smiled softly trying to warm her heart. "That's a good girl now why don't you grab one of your toys and torture me for a while eh?" he said smiling seductively at her, grabbing one of her legs and rubbing it softly...

"So choose one of them," Sasha sighed, motioning around to all the weapons. She didn't suspect he would try to get free... "Go on, now, Ale." Sasha let her lips graze the nape of his neck and kissed him there softly and then pulled away. She would fool him, that's all. She'd make him think he was going to survive, that's all... right? Sasha looked back at Ale, and an emotion beside contempt welled up.

He looked around the room and one wepean inparticular cought his eye, a katana sword,it's blade was curved and sharp. " I guess we could have fun with that" he said smiling softly....

Outside the room, in a darkened cell hall--
Razel watched as the two slaves (now free) said their good-byes to their familys..
"Hurry it up!" he commanded
The slaves shivered at his voice; making Razel wince a bit
"If you don't hurry, the misstress will change her mind. You don't want that.. Do you?"

"Hold on a moment," Sasha kissed Ale again and moved out into the hall.

"Razel," she glanced at the two slaves and pulled the smaller one, the male, by his ear. "Do you think we should keep this one? I want to demonstrate something for the dear thief back there."

Razel looked from the male slave, to his family (who were in tears), then finally to Sasha
"It's up to you, misstress"

Sasha thought back to Ale. There was an emotion he stirred in her, something she hadn't felt in a long time, something that she feared would only lead to pain... She looked back down at the little brown man and then at his family, crying. Sasha shook her head, disappointed in herself. She should be able to carry out the simple task of killing one little man, but the sight of the love in his family's eyes...

That brought up another emotion. Compassion. She had tried to lock up her emotions, but ever since Ale had freed those three slaves, slaves Sasha had been supposed to torture... Emotions were returning. Razel had to know that. He had to see it. Would he betray her to the Elders? The Elders who were not so lenient?

"I don't know," the words slipped out before she could stop them. Fear welled up in her, another distant emotion. She looked at Razel with wide eyes.