《Eein Saga》Death Knocks Twice
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"AYA!!!!"
"Is that you?!?"
Shassii leapt to her feet and raced to her.
The two looked each other's hands as the others looked stunned. Twirling around before a finale embracing a loving hug, followed by tears and smiles.
Kairui simply smiled seeing the sight.
Aya rubbed Shassii's hair as she tried her best to look happy and snap back into reality.
In the town, deep in a cellar. Weeps, howls and snivels cried out.
Yells and praises sang out in an unknown tongue.
Frinist let out an array of body blows to the slave.
"He's not giving in!!"
"Keep at him" Tannol affirmed nodding.
"These savages can play deaf all they want but they understand what we want".
"The lake" Tannol established, patting his hands on his lap. He straightened his back, letting out a yawn, making his way to the cage door.
He then moved and dragged Chainik out the cage by her hair. Spitting on her and tied her up to constraining her to the wall. Four brass knuckles penetrated and crushed her ribs.
"WE MAY SPEAK DIFFERENT LANGUAGES, BUT YOU'VE SEEN THE MAP" Tannol shouted, in a barbaric manner.
"Where's the SEL'NIJJ" He bellowed in her face.
Chainik stared back in shock, her eyes twitching.
He wants the lake, no the resting place of the Śeingtt. How does he know the resting place of the ancients? To know the name outrightly!! Aya and the rest must have headed there too. Now that I think about it.
"Sanni' Sai Śeingtt" I whined out.
"What?? That gibberish again.. eh…"
Frinist returned back from placing the wounded slave back in his cage.
"They're playing games with us!" he motioned.
"I know, we'll teach them, why its not good to waste our time. Let's break her" Tannol grinned back at him with an evil look on his face.
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Frinist rushed to disarm his weapons, as he reached to remove his top. Tannol stopped him, placing his hand on his chest.
"My slave, I go first… plus she's become attached to me. This one" he chuckled as he rubbed her cheek and licked the blood.
I frowned and spat at him, in disgust!
Frinist giggled emphatically. He grabbed a chair and sat beside them rubbing his hands together.
"Sure, sure. Boss. This should be good".
My eyes shook with fear as i fought back against Tannol's intrusive groping and kisses.
I saw him undo his trousers and fondle my breasts.
I shuffled and tossed back, refusing his advances.
The slaves locked in their cages banged and howled in rejection as they lay unable to stop it.
I wept and let out soft whines.
The slaves made even more noise now that it forced Tannol to stop and look back.
"Frinist, shut them up please!".
Frinist grabbed his sword and banged the bars. Then he motioned with his lips.
"SSSSSSSSHHHHHHH SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH"
"Śeingtt and Śeikl please send me to the Linniq first. Rather Than to suffer this shame" I yelled out.
The others rushed to their bars, sending praises and hope my way.
"STAY STRONG, CHILD..... Śeingtt watch over you!!"
Tannol slapped her and shoved a cloth in her mouth.
Chainik mumbled in rejection, but it muffled her voice. Frinist laughed hysterically now along with Tannol as he ripped off her clothes.
They could see her nakedness tied up. The slaves saw her sorrowful eyes and stared back angry. Their pity for her nearly consoled her, till they pulled their heads to the ground.
This final act was a sign of respect, the least they could offer her.
I'm going to be raped. He's going to defile me. This man….. this beast... Why Śeingtt, why me.
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Trapped in my own body, my mind faded away as I felt numb.
The pain and horror swept in.
I lost track of the my... my ...
As I tried to escape reality, the load moans he let out as well as the blood leaking from beneath reminded me, where I was.
My safety and virginity taken from me.
My vision of who I was and memories of myself, burned up. My parents, my friends, my family all gone at this moment. I was alone, forsaken by the Śeingtt's. I could feel blood slide down my thighs and drip onto the cobblestone floor. It was like counting the stars and hopes dying away. He took them all!
Every droplet masked every thrust he brutishly unleashed...
In a way it kept my mind elsewhere as my hate grew more and more.
Tannol vigorously pumped as he swayed his hips in and out.
Frinist cheered him on.
The cheers and excitement blanketed the cries and moans of disgust.
Swaying my head to the wall, the warm ambiance from the torches caught my sight.
The flames of the touches latched onto the wall flickering gracely as I caught my eyes of them. Time froze around me, my vision blurred and all I could do was smell blood and sweat.
Take me to the Linniq, Śeikl, Śeingtt please….., mom, papa. Forgive me please….
My soul echoed out.
SŚhinou's had passed. It was now midday.
I could tell from the bright sun through the caged window. A butterfly had flown in and landed on my nose. Bridging me back to this world but let alone freeing me, from his vicious grasp.
Suddenly it had stopped.
I felt the shackles undo.
Both had, finished having their turn with me, difiling me.
I could say, I felt defiled or disgusted. Would it amuse you or invoke the thought in your mind?. Who was I even speaking to, myself or who I was before?
Everything was distraught and muzzled up.
True fully I wouldn't know, I was empty, yet alive. Maybe the Śeingtt would grant my wish. Maybe they had heard my plea.
Bracing my strength, my energy retreated back into the confides of my pupils, moving to the bridge at tip of my nose. Just as the butterfly wings flapped as it sat comfortably, my forehead spun dizzing me, captivating me in its wonderous gaze.
They say the Śeikl of opportunity appeared in the form of a butterfly.
Maybe My time was soon. Maybe the Śeikl heard my cries.
To leave to the Linniq.. I pondered, tracking the butterfly flap its yellow and blue wings out the window.
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