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Shaking, barely able to stand, Lada brought the damb towel to Carra's cunt and cleaned her.
Merelan
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I watched as he wiped her cleaned, unable to stop his roughness. Then he gave her the bowl full of dirtied water and ordered her to clean me. I flinched, wanting her touch, but not wanting him to know it.
I sneered and laughed at her clumsiness, seeing the confusion on her face. I hoped to be able to explain later, to help her understand the way it must be here. We all lived or died at his command, but there could be beauty too. If you played the cards right.
I sneered and laughed at her clumsiness, seeing the confusion on her face. I hoped to be able to explain later, to help her understand the way it must be here. We all lived or died at his command, but there could be beauty too. If you played the cards right.
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Istvan:
"You please me my little Lada." Istvan nearly growls as He smooths her hair back from her face. "I leave you now, you have done well." He leans over and kisses her gently on the forehead. He turns and gives Carra a sharp look, his lips curling up with an evil grin. "And you... Carra, as I said before, you will never leave this dungeon again. This is your home now..." Turning back to Lada, ignoring Carra's fury at his open condemnation. "Little one, finish cleaning Carra, then go and fetch her some food and drink... I will return this night, and I expect the two of you to be here." He ran his fingers through Lada's hair one last time and then left without a single backward glance.
"You please me my little Lada." Istvan nearly growls as He smooths her hair back from her face. "I leave you now, you have done well." He leans over and kisses her gently on the forehead. He turns and gives Carra a sharp look, his lips curling up with an evil grin. "And you... Carra, as I said before, you will never leave this dungeon again. This is your home now..." Turning back to Lada, ignoring Carra's fury at his open condemnation. "Little one, finish cleaning Carra, then go and fetch her some food and drink... I will return this night, and I expect the two of you to be here." He ran his fingers through Lada's hair one last time and then left without a single backward glance.
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OOC: Peek-a-boo!
(Forgive me for this post. I'm going to go through some things to help me get closure in a part of my life.)
IC:
Setting the dirtied rag back into the bowl, Lada said, "I'm going to set off in search for clean water so I may do this properly". Carra looked at her with a puzzled experssion on her face. "Don't worry," she continued, "I am sure M'Lord has retired to his bed chamber for his mid day rest by now. I shall be fine."
Carra still didn't say anything. She looked at Lada quizingly. Despite for a few kinds acts recently, the two had never exchanged a polite glance, let alone any words of friendship. She didn't know why Lada went out of her way to be polite now.
Bowl in hand, Lada set out through the maze of the basement in search for fresh water. It was quite dark and spooky in the maze-like corridors down here. The lit torches were spaced two and a half feel apart, unlike the one foot spacings throughout the rest of the castle.
Deep, long shadows were thrown about the walls. In the distance, she could hear the moans and cries of prisioners who lived in cells much smaller than the dungeon. At least Carra had the vast space of the dungeon, she thought.
Lada turned another corner. The hall before her was quite dark, darker then the others thus far. She perceeded with caution, not knowing what could lurk down there. Each step was slow and uncertain.
She was about halfway down the hall when she heard a noise. It sounded like something scraping along the stone floor. She stopped, paralyzed momentarily by fear. For a few minutes, all she could hear was the fast beat of her heart up in her ears. A trickle of sweat formed at her temple and slid down her cheek.
She took another step forward, then heard the scrape again. She stopped and it stopped. Was the noise from her somehow? she wondered. She stepped forward once more then stopped. It wasn't until after she stopped that she heard the noise this time. Someone else must have been down here with her! she though, in terror.
"C'mere wench!" Lada heard someone say in the near darkness, then a hand reached out to her and pulled her up against a set of bars. She cried out in pain as she hit the iron bars. She somehow found her way to the row of small cells. Fear gripped her now, almost as tightly as the hand on her gown.
Lada fought against the hand that held her in place. Her flimsy gown started to tear slightly. She fought harder. Soon she tore free from the hand. She was filled with releif momentarily...until she felt another hand upon her. This one wasn't from behind any bars either. This was out in the same open hall as her.
(Forgive me for this post. I'm going to go through some things to help me get closure in a part of my life.)
Ravenloft said:
IC:
Setting the dirtied rag back into the bowl, Lada said, "I'm going to set off in search for clean water so I may do this properly". Carra looked at her with a puzzled experssion on her face. "Don't worry," she continued, "I am sure M'Lord has retired to his bed chamber for his mid day rest by now. I shall be fine."
Carra still didn't say anything. She looked at Lada quizingly. Despite for a few kinds acts recently, the two had never exchanged a polite glance, let alone any words of friendship. She didn't know why Lada went out of her way to be polite now.
Bowl in hand, Lada set out through the maze of the basement in search for fresh water. It was quite dark and spooky in the maze-like corridors down here. The lit torches were spaced two and a half feel apart, unlike the one foot spacings throughout the rest of the castle.
Deep, long shadows were thrown about the walls. In the distance, she could hear the moans and cries of prisioners who lived in cells much smaller than the dungeon. At least Carra had the vast space of the dungeon, she thought.
Lada turned another corner. The hall before her was quite dark, darker then the others thus far. She perceeded with caution, not knowing what could lurk down there. Each step was slow and uncertain.
She was about halfway down the hall when she heard a noise. It sounded like something scraping along the stone floor. She stopped, paralyzed momentarily by fear. For a few minutes, all she could hear was the fast beat of her heart up in her ears. A trickle of sweat formed at her temple and slid down her cheek.
She took another step forward, then heard the scrape again. She stopped and it stopped. Was the noise from her somehow? she wondered. She stepped forward once more then stopped. It wasn't until after she stopped that she heard the noise this time. Someone else must have been down here with her! she though, in terror.
"C'mere wench!" Lada heard someone say in the near darkness, then a hand reached out to her and pulled her up against a set of bars. She cried out in pain as she hit the iron bars. She somehow found her way to the row of small cells. Fear gripped her now, almost as tightly as the hand on her gown.
Lada fought against the hand that held her in place. Her flimsy gown started to tear slightly. She fought harder. Soon she tore free from the hand. She was filled with releif momentarily...until she felt another hand upon her. This one wasn't from behind any bars either. This was out in the same open hall as her.
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