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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

On an impulse Abel leaned forward and kissed Kaura's ear gently, almost affectionately. It was a brief thing, that kiss, another hint at emotion, at perhaps some glimmer of soul, in an otherwise completely damned being. "You may have a point, Kaura," the vampire whispered, his lips still so close to her ear. Her smell was intoxicating when he was that close to her. He moved back and whistled once more, the stone sluggishly seeping back down into its original place within the table, Kaura now free from her constraints. She was striped with red, front and back, like some bad joke concerning a zebra.
 
Kaura couldn't believe it when she saw the vampre lean forward. He pressed his lips gently to her overly sensitive ear, an affectionate gesture that made her pulse quicken considerably by the sensations. He whispered to her before standing. He whistled, and the stone pulled back, slowly unwinding from around her until she was free once more. She gazed up at Abel with a confused expression before pushing herself into her arms. She struggled to pull herself from the table, lowering her feet to the floor. Every move was agony as sweat nurned the welts, and she struggled to hold down sounds of pain, looking boldly up at the man who clained to be her master.
 
In everything she had done so far Kaura had challenged Abel, even down to whatever little victory she could scrape up to keep her dignity. "It is time to go back to your room." Something had changed between them, now. She had at the very least earned the right of being called by her own name as well as a modicum of personal respect. "Come."

He slowly lead her out past the pit, past the guards, exposed and striped as she was. His pace was not quick, but it was the same as the one he had cut before. He paused when they were nearly at the end of the oval, looking down at the groups of women as they clustered around the crowded waterways. "You could very well be there."
 
Kaura followed silently as the vampire led her out again. She whinced as she wlked, but tried to keep her chin raised. Every fiber of her body screamed of agonizing pain, and each time one welt would brush against another she felt her knees go weak, and threaten to crumble under her weight. She refused to let her captor see how difficult it was for her to keep pace though, and she forced herself forward, before he paused, and looked out at the women grouped together at the water. "I could." She whispered, before tilting her head to look at him. "But my fate is different, isn't it? You have a plan for me, and I have to wonder if it is more or less cruel."
 
Abel glanced at Kaura out of the corner of his eyes, appraising the woman after that frank and entirely accurate evaluation of her situation. He was surprised she was managing to keep pace with him--he had caned people before in the past and knew just how effective what he had done to her could be at making someone break down. Most were sobbing not even a fifth of the way through the stair well and none had ever made it up those hundreds of flights after two canings in a day as harsh as those had been. This was a worthy opponent, one who was learning to become wary of him, to even spot the intelligence hidden behind layers of unreasoning brutality. "Maybe. It could also be that I want to bring low one of the ancestral enemies of my people." With that he took off towards the stairs, setting the same pace as before as they wound up the flights of stairs.
 
Kaura smothered a groan as the vampire turned to the stairs, and began climbing them with just a quick dismissal of her theories. She followed closely, walking quickly to keep up. Whatever it took, however much pain she felt... She refused to bend to him. If he expected her to follow than she would, she had at least that much strength in her. "Maybe." Kaura responded, each step a small victory as she managed to stay by his side. "But... If you just wanted me brought low you'd put me there, to wallow in the filth of humans, so you could watch me and see I was just as vile...." She paused to take a breath. Her legs began to grow numb, and they were only halfway up now. It was as though she were weighted down with rocks around her ankles, and it was agonizing. "You want me broken." She panted. "For you. That is why you are personally handling my 'training'... Maybe it is just so you can break the ancient foe of your people, and watch me beg for just you.... But... I think... You... Have... Bigger plans..." She huffed, her teeth grinding together with each broken word. She was sweating more now, and every bit of her burned like Hell's fire.
 
"If I wanted you broken I would have a pack of wild dogs fuck you then I would stick you in a box with no light and no sound for a week," he replied to her panting, broken rebuttal. It was impressive to watch the sheer amount of concentration she put out to put one foot after another going up the stairs. No one had made it quite this far before. He kept on walking up the winding staircase at what was, for him, an easy pace, listening to the sound of her heavy breath going in and out of her mouth as she puffed and panted. He could smell the salt of her sweat and noted how it accentuated her natural odor--the smell of wet leaves in autumn--and in a way enhanced it. "It could be I want you because you amuse me. It could be that I want you because no one has a toy quite like you. It strikes me as somewhat narcissistic to think that because you are in my possession now I must have some sort of grand scheme you would play some sort of crucial role in."
 
Kaura almost paused to his quick replay, grimacing briefly. "That." She responded tightly, trying not to pant, "Would kill me, not break me. Three days without light and I would be on my deathbed." Finally, they reached the top of the stairs, and Kaura stumbled forward, sighing in relief now that the most difficult part of the journey was over. She did glance at the man once more, frowning. "And I find it far-fetched that you have the first Elf ever caught by your kind alive, and you want nothing more from me than to watch me dance on strings. I am not stupid, you are too cunning not to take full advantage of me."
 
Kaura gained another few notches of the vampire's respect as she finally made it all the way through the nigh endless progression of stairs. He lead her back to the room she occupied, or rather the room her cage was in. "What more are you to me than a status symbol to a group of people I hold little respect for? What use is an outcast from elven society?" He ushered her into the room and when they were about to her cage suddenly pushed her flat against the wall so that she was facing him. "Tell me, Kaura."
 
Kaura sighed in pure relief when they finally reached her room, where she could rest in her cage. Even the prospect of sleeping on the ground in the horrid trap seemed heavenly next to what she had been put through that day. But the vampire wasn't about to release her. He pressed her against the wall firmly, his body all too close to her own. "I don't know, sir." Kaura whispered in reply. She didn't remind him she was outcast of her own will... Of the experiences she had that made her differ from most of her kind... If he hadn't thought of those uses, she did not care to remind him. "But there is something... Isn't there, vampire?"
 
Better she think me a fool, Abel mused as he pressed her up against the wall. She was learning to make the proper responses, which was good for the first couple days, they would see how they were doing by the time the week was out. While he did have the beginnings of a plan, he did not know enough of the details of her society to implement, though he could see her use as a savior of her people. He put his arms on Kaura's waist and lifted her up as though she were nothing but a paper doll, her back pressed against the wall, before he felt an odd impulse. A thundering in his ears when he remembered who, exactly, she reminded him of. His face slowly moved in towards her before his mouth settled upon her's in a breath taking kiss.
 
He stared at her for a few moments, his hands trailing down to her waist, and he wrapped his hands around her her. She winced as he gripped her along the bright red welts, still throbbing from her beating. In an instant she found herself lifted off the grouns, and before she even realized, she was being kissed. She was frozen for a few moments in surprise before she blinked, and put her hands on his shoulders. She shoved with all her might, trying to force the vampire away from her. Her feet kicked at him desperately in her attempt to break free, fighting and struggling as though her life depended on ending the kiss.
 
Her struggle was useless, the elf's pushing and blows elicited no discernable reaction from the bestial creature. His teeth slowly teased out her lower lip, biting and nibbling until he could taste just a hint of her blood. The smallest drop to hint at what would come later. After that he lowered her down and then threw her to the ground. "Kaura, you are not my equal. You are never to strike me in anger, ever again. That is the only free shot you will ever get. Now crawl into your cage." His finger shout out like a bullet, pointing to the cage. It was unlocked, the bar of metal that acted as the lock left on the bed.
 
The man didn't even flinch as she struck him, flailing helplessly in his grip as his teeth clamped over her lip. He teased it, biting down until Kaura could taste a hint of her own blood in her mouth. And in an instant she found herself thrown aside, struggling to collect herself as she was ordered back to the cage. She pushed herself onto her arms, and slowly made herself stand again. "I am not some slut for you to take advantage of." She growled, meeting his eyes. "Do not lay your hands upon me like that, or I will strike you again, and I do not care if you bring me down to the pit again or not! I will not be used by you!"
 
The vampire moved forward and grasped the elf's hair, pulling her upwards until she was standing on the tips of her toes. "You are correct--you are not some slut. You are my slut. I will use you as I see fit when I see fit." He petulantly slapped the elf's red striped rear to drive the point home. "If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. If I want to kiss you, I will kiss you. If I want to dress you up, I will do just that. I was apparently under the mistaken impression that you had learned something about our relationship earlier today, but apparently I was entirely incorrect. Crawl to your cage."
 
Kaura winced as once again she was tugged by her hair, forced to stand on the very tips of her toes as the vampire leaned in, growling out her place in the world again. His hand landed again on her bottom, a burning pain making her whimper softly, but she didn't give in. Her eyes met his and she glared. "I am nothing to you." She told him lowly, forcing as much danger in her voice as she could muster. "I am not your slut, you will not lay a hand on my body, and you will not kiss me! I will have nothing to do with you, vampire! Now release me! I cannot go to that cage you put me in until you let go of my hair."
 
Abel chuckled at Kaura's insistent declarations of independence and self-determination. She was so completely off. He unleashed a petulant slap to the elf's rear again and let go of her hair. He shoved her with the palm of his hand, "Crawl. Now." His arm was perpendicular to the rest of his body, resting on a flat plane, pointing to the small cage that was Kaura's home in the corner of the lavish room. When he had the cage placed there it had been to make the subtle point for the slaves he was himself breaking--you can either pay your dues and live in a lavish room or sleep in a cage with old, itchy mats.
 
Kaura gave another cry of pain when she felt her bottom slapped again, a merciless blow on already tender flesh that sent her to her knees. Her entire body shook in pain, and she wouldn't have been able to walk now if she wanted, and a part of her was glad he told her to crawl, so she would look like she was simply obeying his order, rather than she was incapable of standing now. She moved slowly, forcing herself to the cage. Once inside she curled up on the old rugs, pulling one over to bury herself completely, almost hiding away in the folds of fabric. She didn't care if she would have to spend her days in the cold cage, rather than the plush room... Her pride could handle being treated as an animal, it was acting like one that sent a chill down her spine.
 
The next night when Abel returned he brought a soft leather collar in one hand. Behind him was a woman followed in a rough burlap shift, carrying a platter with a variety of cheeses, breads, meats, fruits, steamed vegetables and greens on it. He motioned for the slave to leave the platter on the ground then waved her away and promptly forgot about her. Abel gave that singing whistle and the lock snapped open, falling out of the door. He opened up the door for Kaura, "Eat." She hadn't eaten for a few days now, he had noticed. While she could two months without food, a few days was still not very fun.
 
Kaura spent the day confined inside the cage, and struggling to extend her hand out to the window, hoping to reach the rays of light that spilled into the room. She gave up after a few hours, and curled up in the cage again, feeling weak and lethargic from lack of magical substance and food.

She slept for a few hours, until the door swung open, and in strolled her captor and a slave woman clad only in a rough looking shift. Normally Kaura would be very concerned about the health of the girl, but the delicious smell of the food she was carrying distracted her. She swallowed some, and waited patiently for Abel to unlatch the door. "Thank you sir." She muttered, bowing her head to him as she moved out, the food was placed on the ground just a few steps from her cage, so Kaura didn't bother wasting the energy to straighten completely. She moved low to the ground, and sat on her heels before the platter, pausing just a moment to say a silent thanks before she selected a piece of fruit from the platter, and began eating slowly, too focused on sating her hunger to pay the vampire too much mind.
 
Abel watched Kaura's methodical assault on the food, he could nearly feel her attention on the food. It was also butting up against what she had said was safe to keep her out of the sunlight--he was trying to figure out a solution for that--so the vampire took his opportunity to take note of the effects of light starvation on his captive. It would be difficult for the elf to become more pale without a certain degree of translucency occurring, he suspected, though he wanted to push and see what would happen. On the other hand, if he were to use her as the catalyst for a thousand screaming vampires to come crashing across the continent to take back the old lands, he probably shouldn't kill her off.

Her behavior, however, was good today. If that continued he was liable to reward her, perhaps with a bath of some kind. It seemed as though she had not bathed for quite some time, most likely since she was captured, and that would have been a fair week or two out from his castle. He played with the collar in his hands, the smooth, supple leather whispering as his fingers brushed against it. All the while he mused on how animal like she was becoming, how she crawled towards food, disdaining the airs of propriety she had walked in with. That elven arrogance, the natural cost of her grace and magic.
 
After the first few eager bites, desperately trying to fill her empty stomach, Kaura slowed down to a more normal pace. She only picked at the meat, as her people were typically vegetarian by preference. She had learned years ago to overcome her distaste for the flesh of animals, but it still struck her as odd when she considered what she was eating. Besides, she far preferred the clean taste of fruit, or the soft flavor of bread.

She ate slowly for a few more moment before she straightened her back, sitting proper on her heels again. She had the day to think carefully about her new position in the castle, and consider the actions she should take. Saying 'thank you, sir' to the vampire who had captured her was a wise formality, lest she wanted him to deny her the food he had initially offered. Protecting her honor and defending her pride were too strikingly different things, and she was determined to remember the distinction.

She turned slowly when she are her fill, and gave the man a quick smile and bob of her head. "Thank you." She repeated. Her eyes darted briefly to the collar he held and she frowned, but decided not to draw attention onto it. Instead she raised her eyes to his once more, trying to seem merry. "May I rise, Lord?"
 
"No, Kaura, I would vastly prefer it if you crawled to my side," Abel informed her, clearly pleased with her polite mannerisms. She looked somewhat more alert now that she had eaten, which was, he guessed, all the better. Perky, too, instead of merely haughty and insulting. If only he could work on her more, make her more resigned to her position as his slave, that would be perfect. Make her beg for his touch. There was something about Kaura that made Abel certain she would make a great slave, a pet, a toy, once she had been properly broken in. "I have a collar for you to wear, so come over here and bare your neck."
 
Kaura's lips pressed together in a thin line for a moment when he said he wished for her to crawl, and she had to consider the consequences of disobedience. Another beating down in the horrid basement? Or turned over his knee again, forced to feel those confusing sensations again, and called a whore when she responded to it. "Of course, sir." She responded after a moment, and crawled over, trying to seem dignified even in the embarrassing act of submission. Once she reached him she sat back once more, and brushed her long hair off her shoulders, gathering it up and away from her neck. She tilted her head to the side without thinking about it, exposing the place where he had bitten her on her on her first day. "Did you rest well during the day?" She asked softly, "As I understand your kind sleeps during daylight."
 
"Yes," he murmured in response to her question, his attention on the lightly pulsing artery in her neck. He could nearly taste the heat from her neck, removed from her as though he was, he could see the faintest little pin prick scars where he had bitten into her luscious neck for her thick vitae. It caught his attention entirely, staring downwards at her fragile neck. "It is something more than sleep. The dreams are amazing--if close enough to another of my people, I can talk with them in my dreams. Borrow moments of their day they leave free and open. Experience life as another. It is most interesting. Most interesting."

He opened the collar and gently placed it against her neck. The inside of it was soft sheep skin, the outside hardened leather with a ring hanging from the front. He tightened it firmly, so that it was comfortable, but not choking her. When he did the last buckle he let out one of those signature whistles, the metal melting together and reforming along the collar, a suddenly intricate filigree that served a dual purpose. Now it would be night impossible to remove by her own hands since there was no longer any catch, and at the same time serving an aesthetic purpose.
 
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