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A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

The doctor spoke little as she looked at him while he got set up. His eyes showed little emotion as she revealed herself "Don't hide yourself girl, Nothing I have not seen before. " He smiled once more as he first looked at her fresh wounds " You are lucky that the baron is so skilled " he smiled as if he knew exactly what she was to the baron. Opening a wooden box he dipped his fingers in the slave " I promise it will only sting for a minute "

His voice once more was soft as the cool substance was smeared lightly upon the very thin lines caused by the tip of the whip. As he promised it hurt for but a moment then the pain went away. His touch was gentle and light offering a reprieve from Her uncles touch. Still she could see the appreciation in his eyes for the mastery of the thin slices. "these should close up completely by the time you wake up" he nodded with his words " and not even a mark to scar your beautiful flesh.

"Also you Uncle asked me to give you something to prevent pregnancy " he laid a small bag on the night stand " mix this in with hot water, like tea this will stop such things from happening " what he left out was the fact a side effect over time was an increased need to fulfill he needs of the body sexually. It was a gradual effect " Just make sure you have a cup every day, you only need to use a few leaves. "

he finally pulled out another box " And this needs to be applied to the scars on your back. This will heal the old flesh and soon your scars will fade" He closed His case getting up " Welcome to the barony " he gave one more smile before leaving the girl alone to her thoughts
 
The doctors words did not comfort the girl as he told her not to hide herself and she wrapped her arms tighter around her self as she hunched her back while drawing her legs closer to her body. It was bad enough that her uncle had seen, used and abused her body, she did not want the doctor to see her as well unless absolutely necessary. Her features grew darker after being told that she was lucky her uncle was so skilled and she gritted her teeth in anger.

But as the salve was smeared upon the whip marks on her back, she did not make a sound nor did she flinch as she sat there. The girl was used to having her marks tended to by the men that caused them. Jewel just sat there staring at her lap as he continued to smear the salve. When he was done, she lifted her head a little. "Thank you." she whispered. Even though she was a baroness and she didn't have to thank him, she still did.

Slowly looking over at the bag he laid on the night stand, she stared blankly at it as he explained what to do with the medicine and she merely nodded understandingly as he sat another box down. It was only after he left that she moved again. Reaching out, she picked up her night gown and pulled it on before tieing it securely. Standing up shakily, she moved over to her bathroom where she ran the water until it was scalding hot. As the water ran, she returned to her room where she fetched a small bag from her luggage and she picked up the small tea pot that was sitting on a table in a corner. After returning to her bathroom, she filled the pot with some hot water before turning off the water and padding into her bedroom where she set about making a little tea into which she put the medicine the healer gave her as well as a couple of leaves that acted as a sort of sedative that she had been given by her own personal healer before she was sent to live with her uncle.

Once the tea was made, she returned to her bed with another small bag that held her most personal effects and the tea which she quickly drank down. Almost immediatly the sedative took effect and she felt much more relaxed as she removed her diary and began writing in silence.
 
The doctor leaving the girl to her room went immediately to the Baron. Some words exchanged and the gold given tot he man The Baron was once more left to his own devices as he headed to his room for a bath. The warm water soothed his day away while his mind went onto the next days events. One of the female servants left his wine by the tub which he partook off while the heat rose from the tub.

To say the least he could not have been happier at how well the girl responded to the whip and he had to give wonder to what other pleasures laid within the small creature. Still he had to break her for though she may think he had all the time in the world he was on a deadline and he needed to have her completely his by that point. For Once she was his to command he had many uses for her among his peers, secrets he needed to find out and to use.

even as the maid came in to dry him off he found he no longer held a taste for the staff here having found something that truly excited him, which he was sure to the relief of the staff that his attentions were now focused elsewhere. Dressed in the silken bottoms he made his way to the balcony in time to see the light of his niece's room go out. His smile hit his face for he would take a few hours rest and set things up before the girl woke from her heavy sleep. Before he settled in he gave the servant one final instruction , to search the girl's room for he had a feeling she had to keep some sort of journal. To copy the pages Evey night and leave him the copy after putting everything back in place.
 
Angel spent nearly an hour writing in her journal before she read over what had been written. With a sigh, she blew on the wet ink before closing and locking the lock on the front. Her father had gotten the journal specially made for her for christmas. It was hard backed leather bound with a very intricate lock that could only be opened with a charm from one of her many necklaces that she had and even that necklace was kept hidden away in a special drawer hidden away in one of her jewelry boxes. Because her mother had to know everything that happened around the castle, Angel was rather paranoid about her privacy, something that her father understood so he made sure she would at least be able to hide her thoughts.

After locking up her journal, Angel slipped out of the bed and moved over to her luggage where she tucked it back away in her bags. She looked at the bag that held her sedatives and thought about hiding them as well but she would need them in the morning so she kept them out for now until she was a little more settled in. With a yawn, she closed up her luggage and moved over to her bed. Pausing next to the bed, she turned off the lights before climbing into bed and laying down, curling up beneath the covers which she pulled up over her head. Within minutes she fell into a restless sleep that would wake her early the next morning.

As the sun rose over the horizon the next day, the golden red light filled her room and she groaned softly as she opened her eyes. She felt horrible that morning, her muscles protesting as she moved in bed and she wrapped her arms around her stomach with ached from the abuse she went through the night before.
 
Julius Went to bed shortly after things were in order and for the first time in years he rested well as his mind churned over the things he would do to the girl now under his custody. As per usual he awoke before the sun rose and went about his day. First meeting with the maid he found the girl was rather crafty with how she locked her book. Soon enough she would relinquish it to him but not yet he would bide his time. Getting dressed and eating he went over with his staff the day's duties and any appointments he had which surprisingly he only had one which in the end worked out well as he had a letter written claiming he was sick and would reschedule the meeting .

"Wake the girl , give her some food and lay out a thin robe for her to wear. Once she has eaten escort the girl down stairs " with the command he rose and headed down into the dungeon. Lighting the torches as he went light brought the dark room to life as it would reveal all implements of torture and pleasure. he uncovered his rack replacing the leather bounds. Next a brazier was lit and he set a long metal brand into the fires as the coals came to life. He smiled as this day promised to be a good one.

With a soft knock upon her door an elderly man opened up the thick door and entered with a tray of freshly baked food upon it " The master wishes the girl to eat then to put his on " a maid arrived with a see threw while silk robe " When you are done eating and dressed I am to escort you "
 
The next morning, Angel woke wide a soft groan when there was a knock on her door and she slowly opened her eyes as the door was opened and an elderly man stepped inside with a with a tray of freshly baked food. She closed her eyes again and pulled the covers up over her head as the maid arrived with the thin white robe and she waited until she had a little privacy before slipping out of bed and padding into the connected bathing room with a sheet wrapped around her body even though she was wearing a nightgown. She glanced at the mirror on the wall in the bathroom and just stared at herself. Other then looking physically and emotionally exhausted, she looked the same as she did before her uncle had attacked her.

Sighing, she reached out and touched her reflection for a moment before shaking her head. Even though she didn't look different, she could still see the change in herself. There was something in her eyes that told of the change and she could tell that something much deeper had been changed when she lost her virginity the night before. Shaking her head, she moved over to a basin and washed her face before returning to the bedroom. She didn't know if she would be able to eat but Angel knew that she needed her strength. The first thing she did was fetch her sedatives. Even though she knew that she should boil them for them to work at their strongest, she just added a couple of the ground up herbs to her food at ate. The sedative would help with the pain she was in that morning and it would help keep her calm.

After eating and putting away her medicine, Angel reluctantly dressed in the revealing robe and tied it securely before sighing and following her guide to where her uncle was waiting for her. Her long black hair had fallen out of the tie she put it in before bed and fell down around her shoulders and down her back in silken black waves. She looked lovely despite her lack of clothing but her uncle would be able to see her sedatives effects on her because of how her pale eyes looked slightly glassy as if she had been crying or as if she was high. But she wasn't high, not really at least.
 
A servant brought him a glass of wine as he prepped things for the long and soon to be very interesting day. As he laid out the tools he poured whiskey into a small bowl as he laid several needles into the dish. It was not long it seemed before the girl and her escort made their way down into his dungeon. As he looked up and took a glance at the girl , he could see the slightly glassy look in her eye but then his spies had made him aware of what she was doing.

Still he knew how to get around such things " Morning my dear " he looked at the servant nodding his head giving the man permission to leave. He slowly looked the girl over " even the morning is kind to you child for you are absolutly stunning " he smiled " Now lay down upon the table girl " Taking a sip his voice commanding as the long table did not look comfortable with the leather loops ready to be placed and tighten easily around her limbs .
 
Angel silently entered the dungeon and looked around with a small frown on her lips. She recognized some of the items in the room but others she did not and it made her heart beat faster as she turned her gaze on her uncle as he looked at her. The girl made no sign that she heard him other then the slight raise of an eyebrow while she gazed around again. When he told her to get onto the table, she finally looked him in the eyes and sighed. "I don't think I want to. It doesn't look very comfortable." she said softly though she didn't make a move to leave. Instead she moved around the room slowly.

The girl slowly looked over some of the things around her with mild curiosity and a little boredom. She was pretty much ignoring him as she let her drugs do their work on her. She could already feel the slightly giddy side-effects from the drugs beginning to set it and it made the corners of her mouth curl up a little.
 
Julius continued to watch as the girl in the sheer robe waltzed around the room taking her time while stalling. The right side of his features upturned in a half smile seeing how she was stalling for her herbs to completely kick in. He couldn't help his small chuckle for the surprise he had for the girl . "No it isn't Angel but then they don't make them in leather" His arms enfolded over his strong chest amused by her act of ignoring him.

"Finally seeing her seem to relax " On the table girl or I will drag you by your hair " he moved from his spot the sound of his steps coming up behind her. He was extremely close as his lips touched to her ear " But then I think you would rather enjoy that wouldn't you?" he seemed so sure of himself in so many ways. Often his actions bordered upon cocky and arrogant. If one was to ask him he would never deny it for he had been burnt once in his life and the matter of his revenge was right within his grasp. Wouldn't his brother turn in his grave if he knew that his little girl enjoyed getting taken much like her mother had.
 
Angel continued to move around the room until she felt the drugs fully kick in and she paused in her movements when he spoke, making a soft giggle rise in her throat. "They should." she said softly. "Maybe then people would be more willing to get on it." She frowned slightly while thinking to herself but the sound of him speaking again distracted her and she tensed only momentarily when she heard him walk up behind her and whisper in her ear, making her frown deepen. "Unlike my mother, I don't like to be pulled around by my hair." she said and turned to face him, coming face to face wit the tall man. She fell silent as she gazed up at his face, pouting slightly as she stared into his face. "You look like grandfather but you don't have his eyes. My eyes."

She reached up and touched his cheek with a fingertip, tracing a line. "I was lucky." she mumbled. "To have gotten grandfathers blue eyes. I would of hated to of gotten my mothers green eyes." At the moment her eyes were glazed over and cloudy with the drugs and her reaction time seemed a bit off at the moment. "Why are you so angry?" she asked randomly. "Why do you hate me?"
 
Re: A Baron's Revenge {Ceron & Darkness}

A smile reached the Baron's face at her touch, so light as it followed his jaw line. "I don't know my sweets your mother's eyes were quite fetching. " at her question he chuckled "Hate you .." shaking his head causing the long dark hair to move and sway at his motions as he cupped her cheek tenderly " Hate you no not at all but I have no need to be soft on you " his hand slid to the back of her head grabbing her hair and forcing her head back " Do you truly think you would get off like you did last night If I was some sniveling noble "

A grin his his unshaven features leading her to the table keeping the grip on her long locks " My sweet Angel even if you say yes we both know that is not the truth even those men in the dungeon were lacking " at the table his other arm would come under her legs sweeping her off her feet and planting her down upon it as he would grab her right wrist using his strength to bring it into the soft leather loop and tightening it down. quickly he moved for her other wrist " Actually if anything I find you very delicatable the question is why do you resist me so when we both know this is what you spent many a nights wanting. "
 
"Then why are you taking your wrath out on me?" she whispered to him. A slight look of disgust passed over her face when he said her mothers eyes were fetching and she drew her hand away. "You sound like my father when you say that. It's very unbecoming of you." she said softly with a small frown and she looked away from him, clearly unhappy to hear him compliment her mother. It wasn't hard to tell that something had happened between the young woman and her mother that made her hate the woman she looked like. Many years of hate and discontent showed in her eyes when ever anyone spoke of her mother. When he cupped her cheek tenderly, she closed her eyes with a sigh and turned her face into his hand a little before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her hiss. "You'll never be soft on me? Ever?" she asked, clearly ignoring his comment about her getting off the night before. "Even when I need a gentle touch and a kind word?"

She stumbled over to the table as he lead her over with his hand gripping her long black hair. The girl gasped when she was swept off her feet then laid down on the table and she looked up at him as he strapped her arms down. "Because you scare me." she said softly while lightly pulling at the straps that held her down. Her heart was already pounding inside of her chest as she laid there, shifting her body a little. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked almost fearfully. As she laid there, Angel looked like some kind of maiden from the exotic artworks that were painted or stories that women read.
 
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