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08.22.2012 , 01:26 PM |
This is my Assassin Rateah, no spoilers.
My First Instinct
Rateah sat quietly at the end of the table, her face had been branded not three days prior, her eyes, eyelids and temples as well as a large circle on her white forehead, they had started to scab and they itched terribly, her face still throbbed with pain. She had been fitted with a new slave collar, yet despite these things, she was dressed in a soft red velvet dress that stopped at the knees, the crinoline made it flare out, he liked dressing her as a child. He called her his porcelain doll, thanks to the absence of pigment in her skin and her small slight frame. She was sixteen but she still had a boys body, with almost no curve to her hips nor buds on her chest coupled with her harsh black tattoos and a bald head, most would have never guessed she was a girl. One of the other house hold slaves served her meal, she finally looked up at him, her owner. She had last seen him holding the red hot brand before her world had gone black from the pain.
“It was foolish to run, you must rise above your baser instincts, you are not an animal Rateah.” Lord Kaervrek lectured calmly.
It had been instinct that led her to run, after so many months trapped in his estate, he had removed her collar to test her, and her first impulse had been to run as far and as fast as her legs could carry her. She had failed that test, and she would bear the markings of that failure for the rest of her life. It had been foolish she silently conceded the point.
“When your burns heal, I plan on sending you to Korriban, under my protection of course and free, I would like you to be trained as a Sith. If you act like a wild animal, you will be cut down as such. Use your head Rateah, you are smarter than this.” He paused, “Nurture your anger and hatred towards me, it will serve you well.” He took another bite of his rare meat, it dripped with blood.
Rateah listened this time, she seethed but for the first time since he had taken her she listened to his words. She cut her own piece of meat, as rare as her masters, she vowed to kill him, but instead of taking her steak knife and diving across the table at him she would wait. The Rattataki were a warrior race, but she was being taught the art of subtlety and charm, it was odd, she had always acted on impulse, it was second nature, and rebelling from that was difficult. The steak juices ran down her chin and she wiped it off using her hand, she looked at the red streak on her white skin. She looked back up at him and against every impulse and instinct in her body that wanted to hurl vitriol and venom at him, curse and scream and rip at his eyes so that he could feel what she felt every time she blinked, instead of obeying her first instincts she smiled sweetly and said “Yes Master.”
Kaervrek chuckled lowly, his pet was finally learning.
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