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Seythe

Super-Earth
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Apr 17, 2009
It was a cloudy day, looked as if it might rain on the town square of Torona and it's cobble-stone streets, walls, and buildings. At a glance it would seem like a god-fearing society, but it holds it's own secrets... A lone figure walked across the square with a sad gait, arms tucked into his coat to keep warm on the relatively cool day. He walked towards the cathedral at the end of the square, climbing the steps of the holy place. A slimy creature crawled up the wall behind him, Torona's well-hidden denizens. The figure pulled open one of the large doors to the sounds of a funeral ceremony.

The man looked up and down the line the pews as he entered, bowing his head slightly in respects before continuing down the red carpet. He was a middle-aged man, late twenties, dark brown eyes and a fateful frown spread across his face. It was a sad day... Gerald took a seat at the inner end of a pew, crossing his fingers on his lap and watching as the ceremony played on, a mother and father's salute to going on to the after-life... A damn shame... Gerald thought to himself as he looked at the father's open coffin, the old man had single-handedly supported Torona's modest economy.

Gerald's eyes scanned across the pews to the other side and closest to the aisle, there was the daughter, poor soul. She had no idea what she was in for. No other relatives...
 
Calista knelt in the front pew, right on the isle. Her face covered in a black lace veil hid her face. And her tears. Alone in the world. Everything she had was in the two boxes right in front of her and soon they would be in the earth and she would be left with nothing. Well, technically she had her families vast fortune but to young to touch it. What was to become of it and her? Would the estate go up for sale of the banks? Would she be in the streets then? It all depended upon what was to come after this dreary funeral. The reading of the will. That is what would truly decide her fate.

Soon the mass was over and the caskets closed. As the pallbearers carried the two coffins down the isle. Calista rose and followed behind them outside to the little grave yard on the hill behind the church. Two holes in the ground were already awaiting them. A final resting place. Thank the lord for her veil. She hated people to see her so weak.
 
Gerald followed the procession as the burial went through, paying close attention to the daughter Calista. Once it was done with he came behind her, taking off his wool coat and placing it upon her shoulders.

"Poor child. Can't imagine the pain you must be going through." He busily fixed the coat upon her like a concerned relative, though in reality he hadn't seen her in such a long time. He couldn't even see past that veil... She seemed pretty, her father had always raved about her to him. Now she was his. Coming close after the coat was properly fixed he murmered into her ear, "If you would please come with me back to the tavern with any of your belongings we can discuss your father's estate..." He lied to her, having different plans.
 
What was this man's name again? Her father's business friend. It was on the tip of her tongue- Gerald! That was it. He had not seen him in a long time, but she did recall her father telling her he was a good name. A good man... that would look out for her.

"Of course. The will. There is that still isn't there? I almost forgot about it," and that was the truth. For a moment she really did. Accepting Gerald's arm, "Yes, thank you. It is kind of you to escort me my lord. The pain is great now, but in time it will pass."
 
Gerald lead her along graciously down the hill to the tavern. Slowly he looked about as the crowds dispersed to go back home for the afternoon's activities. "Yes, I'll have to take care of you until we can locate some valid relatives." Quickly he changed course and tugged her around the tavern's backyard where a horse and carriage waited. He opened the door and waited for her to get inside... That's all she had to do.
 
She had the tavern in her sights right ahead of her, she was focused on it, and then suddenly her attention was pulled from it. Literally. "Oh, you are? It does not surprise me. My father always spoke good of you." She was following him willfully, heading right for his trap. Soon the pretty little thing would be in his carriage and all his to do with as he pleased. No one would miss her much. True she had some friends that would notice her gone, but no one would truly question it after long.

He almost had her. Only a few feet from the carriage when a thought suddenly hit her and she stopped, turning her veiled face towards him, "Wait. The will has not yet been read. How would you know what is written in it?" She looked to the tavern then and noticed her father's executor, the keeper of the will off in the distance, entering through the front of the tavern. Something was not right. She turned to face Gerald. "What is going on?"
 
It was too late, with a strong tug on her wrist and a push upwards Gerald overpowered Calista and threw her into the carriage, briskly following her and shutting the door so no one could hear her scream. "Shut the hell up." He told her bitingly. The driver on the carriage started the horses just as Gerald threw her to the red cushioned seat.

With no one to claim the will the money would go towards the town and it would prosper just fine without the old man. Gerald held her from squirming as he sat beside her, slowly he pulled the veil from the girl's face.
 
Calista attempted to scream but from the clatter of the horses as the took off down the road, no one could hear her. While he closed the one door, she tried the other. Locked. Her hands clawed at the windows. Locked. And soon he had her thrown upon the seat next to him. She cowered away, pressing herself all the way into the corner of carriage. Her whole body was tense as he reached out for her. At first she flinched her face away, but it could not go far so close to the corner. Soon the back of her head was against the wall. Calista had no where to hide.

As he lift the veil, her lovely face was revealed to him at last. Lovely was the perfect word for her. A heart shaped face with flawless, pale skin. It looked as if it was soft to the touch which it was. Her green eyes dazzled with a mix of emotions. Her sadness, her anger, and her fear all rolled into one glare as she looked up on him. Her lips were naturally a pale pink as where her cheeks. A few strands of her golden blond hair hung in front of her face while the rest still rested on her shoulders and down her back.

She let him look at her a few moments, not saying a word. Just a silence as she watched for his reaction to her appearance beneath the veil. It had been years since he had last seen her and she had grown into an attraction young lady.

Eventually, Calista spoke, low in an bitter whisper, "What do you want? Money? You can have it, but let me go."
 
The carriage clambered down the dirt road as the rain started to fall, the driver oblivious to Gerald's intentions. It was on it's way to Gerald's home...

Gerald sat awe-struck, half atop of her as the veil was pulled away. Such a beautiful girl... He...No. She'll make lots of money in the underground. Gerald's awe-struck look turned to a calm smile. "Relax my dear, you will pay me your worth soon enough..." The carriage bumped up and down as Gerald stared at the other end of the cabin, thinking... So beautiful... I'll be famous in the underground! His gaze stayed away from her, "Your father's will shall go to the town. They will decide that that is what he would've rightfully wanted. Don't worry." He laughed to himself.

"You will just be staying with me..." He reached an arm towards her, taking some of her hair in one hand and feeling it creepily. "For how long I will not say. My dear." he was looking at her now, admiring her.
 
She was still a moment as she listened to his words, the fear in her eyes overwelmed soon by rage. It bubbled to the top as Calista's mind proceeded the words he spoke. He meant to make a whore of her. Soon that rage boiled over and she let it explode, spitting right into Gerald's vile, pompous face. "PIG! I will not be your whore to sell as you please! I will never give into such things! Not for you or for anyone!"
 
Gerald sighed at the expected reaction. Somehow he had hoped she would be better than that. Pulling the coat hard from beneath Calista so that it would topple her over the seat, he withdrew a tissue and wiped his face of her saliva. "Really now Calista... You simply cannot be left to do anything by yourself." He chided her calmly.

Throwing her to the floor he came upon her, sitting down upon her legs and holding her down, he took one hand to the top of her funeral dress. Ripping the delicate fabric downwards so that her breasts came out. "I may simply have to break you down here before I take you underground where you'll live the rest of your night life..."

He grabbed her breasts forcefully, tweaking the nipples with his thumbs hard. "you'll learn to enjoy it..." He breathed, smiling grittingly.
 
"I'll kill you!" she gritted between her teeth as she struggled against him with such spirit and vigor. Like a wild animal fighting for her life. Trying to kick him or punch him in anyway she could to get an upper hand on him. But truly, it was he that had the upper hand against her.

She screamed out in pain as he was rough with her. "Every time you try to sell me, I will bit the ones you sell me to! I will kick them and scratch them, and leave them so unsatisfied they will ask for their money back! PLUS more for the inconvenience! You'll never make a penny off me!" The look in her eyes showed she was not exaggerating. She has spirit. It was only dampened a moment by the funeral, but now it was back in full force. To use her as a prostitute might be more work then it was worth. Perhaps there could be other means for her.

Having a woman now in his guardianship though.... he would enter it now. The society. The society of the underworld ruled by the righteous of society in the daylight. No man may enter it without a woman by his side. A daughter, a wife, niece, sister, anything of the like. Even a ward would do. A ward like Calista was. It was his in at last, but with that came a price. No woman in the society could be touched without giving the permission first. To go against that would be against their codes.
 
Gerald growled, she had some fight in her. The leeches would fix that. He shook his head as she fussed against him, pulling her dress back up. He could not touch her, it'd be wrong... But so beautiful. The carriage wheeled itself around the outside of the hillside town, it was raining fully now. It ran along a thin path on the lower side of the hill that the town sat on, the double doors unseen by most of the town's denizens. Those that were ignorant.

The carriage came to an abrupt stop, the door opening. Gerald had been sitting now on the seat, gesturing outside. "Out, girl. Walk to the doors and you'll find out your fate."

[tbh Im not sure I totally understand this plot, if you'd like to advance this further so I can get a better understanding that'd be lovely. <3 ]
 
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