In the Spirit of "Dusk"
- I have some non-romance, non-erotic-fiction that I want to publicize here soon, but there doesn't seem to be any place to do it except in this members-only section.
I figured I would put up what I am currently working and see what people thought.
Be as Brutal as you feel you might want to be, if I suck, you have to tell me I suck or else I won't be motivated to improve myself.(After I cry like a baby at your mean commentary that is)
The Working Title is:
****** Hope's Black Night ****
The disgusting irony of words never escaped Tiegan as she woke up to Dane gently rubbing her shoulder. “Wake up… We are home” The words seemed to fall from Dane’s lips like gentle drops of water.
'Yes, indeed we are Home Monster! But this will never be MY home!' She cursed at him in silence. A home is a place you felt secure, loved, a refuge from the torments of life. This Prison Dane called a home was going to be nothing but a life of torment! Just cell she would be caged in until he tired of her screams.
Dane’s touch was gentle and his features seemed to be both soft and caring and she hated him so much for that! “Why can’t you be the ugly pile of deformed vomit spewing forth spit and venom like I knew you are inside!” she wished she had the courage to say such words, but rebellion like that had long been taken from her. The sale was done and she was his possession now, She fought back her revulsion and submitted fully to his touch like a good little sale. “Stop this stupid façade! Get to the part where you rape me! Beat me! and throw me away!“ She spit at him with nothing but her thoughts.
Dane took one look into her remaining eye and dropped his hand from her shoulder. With nothing but a sad sigh he climbed of the carriage. Once he was on the ground he smiled up at her. “Come… it is time to meet your new master.” He extended his hand to help her out of the Carriage.
Tiegan knew all too painfully well that masters don’t offer slaves help and kindness and seeing Dane stand like some moronic stature with his hand held out fear of distrust as it flared openly across her face. “NO! This is some Lie you play ! Some game to you! I will not fall for your Ploy!” She snarled, but all that really happened was she crinkled her nose and climbed to her feet towards the door. She was going to meet her new master, just like Dane told her to.
Dane stepped back bowing in a very overblown ridiculous display of civility gestured towards the ground “By all means”
She knew she could never trust Dane, he was a lackey of the Lord that owned her now, but Hope remained a fickle mistress to Tiegan never truly letting her go but never really embracing her. Always tantalizing her with pangs of wanting to trust someone, anyone, and Dane seemed different then the others; For now at least.
She fumbled her way down to the first rung of the of the carriage trying to avoid Dane in every way afraid that touching him the sligh-*test*-('") would be enough trigger to excite or anger him. ‘Please, just put me in a corner and I’ll be quiet, I promise.’ She wanted to beg but knew such pathetic pleas for mercy always feel on deaf ears. Dane let out a long sigh as he held the door open for her.
“Careful now” he cautioned to her as she fumbled her way down to the final rung of the small ladder while clutching the carriage handrails as best her broken and deformed hands would allow. Every movement was a vicious fight for balance as her shattered ankles would not support her weight with out devastating pain and her toes had been broken and folded over under the pads making her truly a helpless slave always at the whim of her master.
A cynical smile crossed her lips at Dane’s words of concern. How hollow it sounded for him to say ‘careful now’, was he worried that she might hurt something before he got to have his fun? “Don’t worry your ugly little head Monster! You bought your chance to abuse every inch of me! Worry not! You Can’t Break the Broken!” she wanted to curse his mock kindness, but such fire has long been extinguished and she nodded focusing on the ground, trying to be careful like Dane told her to, she was a good slave after all, she obeyed her masters commands.
Tiegan’s eye fixed on the ground, one a final step and she would be done with this trek out of this insanely overcomplicated torture device called a carriage. “What kind of moron puts a rope ladder out the side of a wagon for a slave with busted feet to climb down? Other then a sadistic cretin that wants to get a laugh at my pathetic display… that is!” she wanted to vent and curse at the entirety of the world around her “Laugh at Me! You pathetic waste of womb! You birth mistake! Laugh at me!”Her mind cried out in rage at the silent form of Dane who only watched her intently, waiting, wanting something from her. “I’ll be careful, I promise, I’ll be Good, just like you said” the thoughts fell though her as she fixated at her final task.
One last Step.
Lowering her heel towards the ground, “Almost there and I’ll be done” she mused as she studied the cobblestone road. It was a pristine for a road, no mud, pollution, or even horse hair bunnies shifted about. “Are you worried that my Impish blood with messy your pristine roads? That my Noir flesh with sully the purity of your precious cobblestones?” She glared at Dane, but knowing her curses were just flights of fancy and his real motive was more sinister then keeping his streets clean. Tiegan even wished that it was something as innocent as bloodless streets that inspired Dane and not the overpowering urges of sadistic glee that must be filling him right now with the idea that soon he would be the first to pull sobbing cries of mercy for her lips. Have these imbeciles not realized they are too late for such fantasy? You are over a hundred years too late to be the first! Monster!
That last step was turning into a daunting task because for as foppish and easygoing as Dane appeared, wearing a moronic looking puffy aqua and lavender shirt trimmed with lines of gold tassels, which made him look like someone slapped a rainbow sail over his head and tied it on with some rope, he had the annoying skill of being able to surround her without seeming to move. Why couldn’t they have tied some rope around your scrawny neck! Tiegan mused as she made every effort to not touch Dane in the sligh-*test*-('").
No matter what she did Dane was always just inches from wherever she moved. “GAH ! Drag me out and rape me! Or back away and let me do this!” She screamed mutely at Dane wishing that her eye could talk but knowing that if it could she would have neither of them left. Dane stepped back from her with his eyes burning intently towards her feet, such concentration on so soft a looking face seemed surreal to Tiegan.
A single thought wailed though Tiegan’s mind “He heard me!“ as cold fear rippled deep into her chest taking away her air as she began to silently grovel towards Dane “No ! No I didn’t mean it! I’ll be good!” I promise!” praying that Dane could also hear the deepness of her remorse. She dropped her foot down trying to touch ground with her heel, but panic was clouding her judgment of things, and her eye was focusing on the overbearing colors of Dane shirt as opposed to where her feet were going. Her grip on the carriage handrail slipped throwing her off her balance just enough that her bent over toes rammed into the cobblestone pavers.
Pain exploded though her body. Her knees buckled as her vision blurred. She wobbled trying to fall back onto her heels while jerking her other leg down for balance. Delusional from pain she unwittingly slammed her other foot into the unforgiving stones. Her vision filled with bright spots of light as the taste of rust filled the back of her mouth.
She bit hard into her lip to stop her tears and the acid that was bubbled up inside her mouth from spilling forth in fear of messing her new master’s nice clean roads. “Let me pass out and die here you monster!” She wanted to curse at him as she dangled from the handrail of the carriage. Dane said nothing as he glided under her, shifting her arm over his neck and cupping her hips with his hands. Dazed but now supported Tiegan let her entire body go limp to Dane’s touch.
”It’s ok… I have you” he soothed to her.
“Please, I’ll be good, I promise, please” she wanted to sob to him but she knew better then to speak out towards her masters. It would only excite them on. Dane let out a minor huff as he shifted his grip and then tossed her over his shoulder. His shoulders were hard and wide for how weak his outfits made him look but gave her a broad platform to rest across as he carried her up the stairs towards the massive doors of her New Masters keep.
Tiegan’s world spun and her mind filled with a dense fog as she bounced along on Dane’s shoulder listening to Dane muster under his breath about how ‘they never take the hand’
As they passed through the massive doors of the Keep Tiegan slammed her eyes shut after looking at the heavy gothic doors for the briefest of moments. She did not need to see the images of daemons and faces frozen in pain craved deeply into the Ebony Wood., she knew exactly what the face of Daemons of Pain looked like; She has been calling them “Master” since she was twenty years old.
Tiegan kept her eyes closed as Dane lowered her off his shoulder. He did not drop her surprisingly enough, but in a true example of exactly what she was to him he dangled her off the ground by slipping his arm under her armpits and holding her in the air like a meat puppet.
“Slam me to the Floor you Cretin!” she wanted to curse at Dane but her flare of bitterness burned out as quickly as it came as she opened her eye and realized that her bent-over toes were but inches from hard black stained oak floors. “Hold me, Pease, I’ll be good! Don’t drop me! Please!” she begged Dane with nothing but a soundless tremble of her lips.
Tiegan knew that no matter were she was, she would always be in the same place; At the mercy of a cruel sadistic owner.
She was indeed Home
**** End Here ****
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Ungood.
