Abduction (Journal)

When I was stolen from the park I could not fathom the turn of events that would follow. I had only been in the company of Master Cyrus twice, and truly knew little of him. I would quickly come to learn that he is a vile man, and his men are no better.

My Master had witness my abduction. It was a matter of being at the wrong place at precisely the wrong moment. He knew were Master Cyrus would go, and it did not take him long to come for me, but it would be no easy feat to obtain his property from the thief. By time he reached the old fortress Master Cyrus had drug me into the arsenal and chained me to the wall, but I could see the gates that had been locked behind us.

I could see my Master at the gates, hands coiled about the wrought-iron bars shaking them.

“Let her go Cyrus. The girl did nothing to you. It’s land and power you want, and holding her won’t get that for you.”

I listened to Master Cyrus state his demands for my release, and my heart sank. He wanted control of something from Master Lucian, a man who thought me an unruly slave. My Master shouted to me to, 'Stay alive. I will return for you!' through the locked gates of the old fortress and then he turned away and climbed up onto his mount and rode away; vanishing. I thought in that instant that I would die. Would it be the last command I would ever hear from him?! I cried out for him to come back, to not leave me, but he was gone.

"Beg to suck my black cock you whore of a kur!"

I would not beg, and as a result I was whipped with a heavy kurt. I suppose I should be thankful that he did not choose the whip instead. He berated me over and over, and screamed at me to 'Beg!' I sobbed only for him to stop.

"Is that what they call begging in the house of Agrippa?!"

He hissed at me and proceeded to whip me again. After an ahn he finally broke my resolve to not bend to his will, crushing me, breaking me under the whip, and he heard from me the words he wanted to hear, but they were such hollow, empty words.

It was then that he was distracted by his torture of me by someone at the gates; raona. He left me and moved to the gate where he reached through and grabbed her by her neck. She passed him a message and he opened it and pressed it against the gate while still holding her by the neck. He crumbled the piece of rence paper up and tossed it down to the ground. I don't know what the message said, but he unchained the gates and pulled raona in. He drug her to where I was chained and what he did next I could not believe; he released me.

"Go to your master and tell him you begging for cock but were not pleasing!"

I had remained alive, I had not pleased him, and I had, in a sense, won.

It was self preservation that got me through that gauntlet of men as they spat upon me, kicked dirt into my eyes, and assaulted me. It broke my heart that I had to abandon raona, leave her to the devices of this sleen, and I could hear her screaming, but I could only think of one thing; Him. I had to get back to my Master! I had to see his face again! I had to feel his touch! I had to show him that I had followed his command, and lived! I can never explain how I felt when I made my way through that gate to find him waiting for me on the other side. He had come back for me just as he said he would.

I would later learn that raona was exchanged for me. It was she that Master had Cyrus had wanted all along, but I secretly want to believe that my Master wanted me back at his feet because he could not stand the thought of losing me. I am so bound to him, so feebly fettered to him through invisible bonds.