Tales of Ansolin pt12

It was about 40 years later, and Nadyna knew she was doing well. She felt as if she had done what she needs to prove and then some. The guilt she had from running away from home had finally left her, till today. She had stepped out on the main deck of the ship from her cabin and started her rounds. They had picked up a handful of survivors from a typical pirate attack. Most of the survivors were fine just a little shook up and the ones that weren't had already been healed and tended to. Nadyna looked out over the horizon as she took in a deep breath of the salty air. The seas were flat and the wind was strong it was almost perfect that day. There were 3 masts to the ship, and the centermost largest sail bore Corlleon's insignia upon it, while the others were just plain beige. The Maidan's Savior was her name and it lived up to it. Always sweeping in to save those that became victim to whatever laid within the sea. From sea creatures, to storms and even pirates the ship helped and save all that could be saved. Those that couldn't were given the proper burial that was needed, but it was a practice that wasn't always performed. Nadyna had begun to go back into her cabin to help in preparing the nights meal for the extra mouths they needed to feed. Suddenly a large crack was heard and as she turned around she watched her center mast topple over on to the front one. "Get the wounded down stairs and ready the cannons!" She started to shout but not only was they under attack the wind had picked up greatly and now the seas were turning severely. A storm was also suddenly upon them and their attackers. Nadyna drew her long sword and took stance along with a few of her crew that weren't tending to either the other survivors or the cannons. Grappling hooks began to appear on the starboard side of the ship. As she rushed to cut the ropes that were attached to the hooks a part of the broken mast came swinging down, knocking her out cold onto the deck. Most of the members on that ship were killed either by being thrown into the sea or from the pirates that had attacked them. Nadyna woke up with a bandage around her head. When she went to feel what was on her head her fingers traced around a blood-soaked bandage. She looked around the room, confused and unsure of where she was. As Nadyna got up from her bed and attempted to move about the room a short tug at her leg caused her to fall to the floor. Upon inspecting what had tugged at her leg she found an iron chain attached to the leg of the bed. She pulled the bandage off her head finding whatever wound was there was obviously gone. Nadyna tried to pull at the chains that attached her to the bed, and of course failed. Even trying to slip her leg out of the cuff around her ankle didn't work. The door to the room creaked open and a rather well dressed human stepped into the room, holding something behind his back as he approached her, followed by a few other men. "Oh yes, she will definitely do." He said with a smirk as he reveals a whip from behind his back and gave a crack at her with it. She yelped in pain as it snapped across her skin. "She'll be broken in no time, hopefully." He turned around and walked out of the room, snickering all the while. "Sir," One of the other men spoke up. "Y-you know what she is right?" The human snickered as he turned back around, facing Nadyna who had looked up at him with a blank and clueless expression on her face. "Yes, but the important thing is that she doesn't." He kneels down and roughly holds up her chin. "Miss Velsin I am Lord Sythex. You are my slave and you were wounded while trying to escape yet again. Do not make me have to hurt you again." Velsin gave him a quiet nod as he helped her stand and get into bed. Sythex snickered as he walked out of the room, locking the door with a loud click.


Shortly after Sythex left the room, Velsin tried again at pulling on her chains. She soon felt a sharp pain on her hip and when she looked down some of her skin was blistered as if it had been burned. Placing a hand on the hip and whispering a few words she slowly healed the wound. She noticed that there were markings underneath the healed wound and as she slowly looked at it but before she could make out what the marking was another well-dressed man walked into her room. This one was actually an elf, wearing a blood red colored robe that had a short train that followed behind him and underneath was a typical black elven suit. He sat upon the bed and a feeling of safety washed over her as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek then quickly grabbing tightly at her throat. He looked over his shoulder at Sythex, who came in behind him. "And she doesn't know anything? And has the tattoo been taken care of?" Sythex walked around him standing in front of her. "Yes, though it seems she has attempted to heal it." Demarcus snickered as he unchained her from the bed with his other hand, still holding tightly onto her throat. "Let the fun begin." Yanking her out of the bed, Velsin tried to her best to keep her feet from dragging and held onto his arm as she was dragged across the floor. Demarcus stopped just short of the window before looking over to Sythex, who didn't seem pleased that Demarcus was doing what he was doing. "We are on the second story, yes?" Sythex looked confused at the question, but knowing quite well what Demarcus was and has done to those before him that defied him, he just nodded. "Yes, we are the second floor." Demarcus snickered as he gave a forceful push, sending Velsin through the glass window. "Good, a few shards of glass and a few broken bones. Nothing that can't be healed." Velsin landed flat on her back, several shards of glass digging into her back as well as a few of her back ribs breaking. Screaming in pain, she tried to do the best to roll over off the glass and tried to crawl off. She could only move a few inches before she felt the weight of someone sitting on her legs, it was Demarcus. He ripped off her shirt and she continued to struggle under him, but all he did was snicker and dug the glass that was in her back deeper into her flesh. He tisked his tongue as he ran his fingers across her back, spreading the blood around. "Not good, not good at all." He must have grabbed a larger shard of glass and dragged across the lower part of her back. Trying to fight though the intense pain she started humming a song to herself. Demarcus picked up on it and smacked her across her back with the sharp edge of the glass. She screamed in terror as that was done and soon some of the slaves around her were watching to what they think is just a usual intense punishment. The sound of footsteps over glass and followed by Sythex's voice. "Something the matter, sir?" The way Demarcus held her down on the ground prevented her from looking over her shoulder, all Velsin could see was his shadow changing dramatically showing off a slight tail and wings. She didn't need to look for his claws; those were being now dug into her sides as he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You are forbidden to sing that song, you are forbidden to hum that song and you are also forbidden to even -think- about that song." He moved one of his hands from her side and then along the inside of her leg. In her mind she was ready for what was going to come next, but something felt off when he stopped. "The greatest prize." He muttered to himself as he stood up, his shadow now changing back to the original form. Demarcus grabbed her arm, picking her up into his arms and carried her back into a different building. "The greatest prize of all, someone like me getting her pregnant. Oh yes, that is going to be quite satisfying." Throwing her down onto the bed, bones still broken and glass still in her back, Demarcus finished ripping the rest of her clothes off and proceeded to have sex with his new prize. Whenever she would make any sound or inclination that she didn't like it he would push her more onto her back, forcing the glass -even- deeper into her back. Once he was done, he flipped her over, pulling out the glass from her back and pouring something over the wounds. Whatever it was, it was painful but the relief from the glass and broken bones was better than the method in which it was healed. He dressed her in something simple and dragged her into a medium sized cage and locked it with several magical locks. "Now...act like a good little girl." He said to her as he gave her a rough pat on the head while snickering.