I_Am_Nobody
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
RE: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter
Xorien was mostly silent during her litany, setting a glass of some very strong smelling liquor on the small table beside her before settling down in a chair across from her, the wood creaking beneath his massive weight. A half-smile appeared on his face rather early on and remained throughout the story, and he gave little reaction at all save for a mild quirking of the eyebrow when she mentioned Nialech. When she at last asked her question he merely chuckled. "I will admit that I was perhaps a bit harsher in my dealings with him then I needed to be. Yet when a ship begins to sink, one grabs everything valuable they can before heading for the life boats. I was not the first to demand Sorrel pay his debts, and I sincerely doubt I shall be the last before there is simply nothing left to claim."
He took a drink, sighing slightly in enjoyment. "But I must say, for all of the unpleasantness you seem to have performed quite admirably. Once Arthour returns he shall give you your fee for this engagement, the standard price for this sort of work, and I would be more then happy to discuss future employment opportunities with you. Perhaps over dinner?" he asked, the words a question yet his tone just short of a command.
It was only a few moments later that someone knocked, the library's door opening to allow Merea Azdak to slowly walk in, Billingsley a few steps behind her. The girl's simple dress and modest clothes were gone, replaced by nothing but a thin loincloth wrapped around her waist and a thick leather collar about her neck. Her face was bright red with shame, yet as much as she seemed to want to cover her young breasts her arms stayed trembling at her side. It seemed as though her behavior had already been corrected; the red stripe of a whip lash was written upon the pale skin of her stomach, her eyes red and puffy from weeping. As she slowly walked forward, the subtle shifting of the cloth revealed the chastity belt beneath the loincloth, a small padlock upon its side sealing away her market value.
"Ah, thank you, Billingsley," Xorien said with a smile, the old butler bowing slightly towards his master before vanishing back out into the hallway. "Would you care to remain while I examine the merchandise?" he asked Verialyn, his eyes never leaving the girl's smooth flesh.
Xorien was mostly silent during her litany, setting a glass of some very strong smelling liquor on the small table beside her before settling down in a chair across from her, the wood creaking beneath his massive weight. A half-smile appeared on his face rather early on and remained throughout the story, and he gave little reaction at all save for a mild quirking of the eyebrow when she mentioned Nialech. When she at last asked her question he merely chuckled. "I will admit that I was perhaps a bit harsher in my dealings with him then I needed to be. Yet when a ship begins to sink, one grabs everything valuable they can before heading for the life boats. I was not the first to demand Sorrel pay his debts, and I sincerely doubt I shall be the last before there is simply nothing left to claim."
He took a drink, sighing slightly in enjoyment. "But I must say, for all of the unpleasantness you seem to have performed quite admirably. Once Arthour returns he shall give you your fee for this engagement, the standard price for this sort of work, and I would be more then happy to discuss future employment opportunities with you. Perhaps over dinner?" he asked, the words a question yet his tone just short of a command.
It was only a few moments later that someone knocked, the library's door opening to allow Merea Azdak to slowly walk in, Billingsley a few steps behind her. The girl's simple dress and modest clothes were gone, replaced by nothing but a thin loincloth wrapped around her waist and a thick leather collar about her neck. Her face was bright red with shame, yet as much as she seemed to want to cover her young breasts her arms stayed trembling at her side. It seemed as though her behavior had already been corrected; the red stripe of a whip lash was written upon the pale skin of her stomach, her eyes red and puffy from weeping. As she slowly walked forward, the subtle shifting of the cloth revealed the chastity belt beneath the loincloth, a small padlock upon its side sealing away her market value.
"Ah, thank you, Billingsley," Xorien said with a smile, the old butler bowing slightly towards his master before vanishing back out into the hallway. "Would you care to remain while I examine the merchandise?" he asked Verialyn, his eyes never leaving the girl's smooth flesh.