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A Perfect Revenge ((Chocolate x Arc))

"You were a free man," Anjelay corrected, "and I now have nothing to give you. You lost all your privaliges when you refused me." She tapped the burn cream. "I can take away the pain of your burns, however. It must be painful, stretched like that."

She was not an unreasonable woman. Most other goddesses would have killed him and started over. She was giving him another chance, but under her rules. He either obeyed her, or she would start over. He had cost her more then she had been ready to pay.

She got up, still holding the jar of cream. Walking around him, she studied his various old wounds. They intrigued her, but not enough to give him his freedom.
 
He actually did laugh no, and that laughter definately drew a price on him, as the mirth brought new waves of pain from his burn wounds and soon enough cut him off, in a teeth clenching, seething moment of hurt.

He didn't look at her while she circled, instead keeping his gaze straight ahead. His jaw was clenched tight, though he wasn't making any painful noises now. "I'm either... no longer free... or you have nothing to give... it can't be both."
 
"I do have something to give," she said. "Your freedom. Until Kelseru is killed, you belong to me. You want to be a free man, you will kill him. That's the new deal. I suggest you take it."

She dipped her fingers in the cream, slowly placing the glob on one of his burns. She massaged it in, healing the one burn. "Just say yes, and I can make you feel better."
 
Nikolia let out a sharp breath as the cream touched his burn, it's soothing coolness such a sharp contrast to the pain that it sent the breath right out of him. He breathed in slowly, sagging against his restraints, which did nothng to calm the overall pain of course. He tried to glance back at the goddess, grunting as he bit down on the pain of doing so.

"... yes," his voice was barely a whisper, not through any lack of strength, but through the extreme distaste upon his face as he said it.
 
Not one to be fooled twice, Anjelay walked around to face Nikolia. "I want more then just yes. I want to hear you tell me what you're saying yes to. Say it, Nikolia, or I won't help you out."

She let him see that she had more cream on her fingers, ready to heal him. All it took was his word, said in a way that would bind him.
 
His eyes tracked the goddess as she made her way around. There was no glaring at her. Not growling. Not whimpering, or even seeming all that itnerested in her. His face was impassive, without the strength or will to do much of anything at all.

There was the healing soothing balm, and there was the Goddess, a real snake in the grass if he ever met one. He closed his eyes, keeping them shut, though not tightly against the image before him.

"In return... for my freedom... yes... I'll kill..."
 
"You'll kill who," Anjelay asked. She had to hear him say it, had to have him bind himself. "Come on, Nikolia. Just say it and you'll find bliss. I will heal your burns and take care of you. Any training you need, I will provide. All I need is for you to make that pledge. Say it for me, Nikolia, or I will leave you here in your pain."

Slowly, she traced afinger down his cheek. He wasn't looking at her, but she didn't care. He could hate her all he wanted to as long as he did what she wanted. "Say it, Nikolia."
 
At her touch his eyes opened, looking down at the hand brushing against him. His breathing was shallow and ragged, and he shuddered as her finger moved across his skin. His gaze slowly traced up the arm, back towards the Goddess. He was breathing slowly, more regularly now, his blinding was often, and slow, each time he did so his eyes keeping closed fora good two seconds before opening again.

"To kill... Kalseru," he whispered out in distaste again, adding a whoel slew of other names tacked on in his mind.
 
Anjelay smiled. "Very good," she said. She dipped her fingers in the cream, slowly working the healing salve up his legs. She massaged it in, watching as his skin healed. "I bet that feels wonderful," she said, slowly moving her way up. She healed his body, but left him hanging.

"Now, my healed warrior, there are some rules you will follow. I am your Goddess. You will only use your weapons if I give you permission. Do you understand? Until Kelseru is dead, you are mine."
 
He closed his eyes, keeping them shut as the goddess healed his burns. he focused on breathing slowly, using what mental techniques he learned to help shut out the pain, an old trick some of the nomads used called the Closing Circle, breathing out the pain to aid in the healing process.

When it was over, he opened his eyes, feeling his weight sagging against the restraints. He took a deep, slow breath as he looked over his new patron. he gave her an appraising eye, up and down as she sat there, giving him the rules.

"And then?"
 
Anjelay smiled. "After Kelseru is dead, you may name your reward. If it is reasonable, I will grant it. I'm not letting you trick me again." She sat down, watching him. "I will admit, you are clever. Clever, but not wise. A wise man would know when to make an enemy and when to make an ally."

She was sure that they would become something. If not friends, then some kind of grudging respect. It was a cold comfort. She had lost her brother. Jorter would never trust her again. She was alone. He would never understand that, the loneliness of a deity was different then a mortal's. It lasted longer, was felt deeper. She had lost the first battle.
 
So she wasn't going to release him from these shackles. So be it, eh wasn't going to beg her until it came down to being at the point where his arms were about to fall out. He didn't take pride from her backhanded coment. Instead he just stared at her sitting there, watching him.

"Beings like us don't have allies. We have tools, marks, targets, or at best, just those we are comfortable with."
 
Anjelay smiled. He was still going to be a tough little nut to crack. She rang for her servants. They brought in a small round padded bed and placed it at the foot of her bed. A change of clothes for Nikolia was set out as well.

"Call it what you will, but you are mine now. That is where you will sleep. You won't do anything without my say so. You will eat when I tell you to, bathe when I tell you to. You won't even speak unless I ask you a question. Are we clear? You want more freedom, you have to earn it."
 
Nikolia couldn't help but quirk up an eyerbrow at the servants and thier placement of the bed. At the master's foot, just like a loyal little housepet. Not exactly sbutle. But still an itneresting choice. She at least respected him, enough that she wasn't going to let him free and out of her sight, even when she rested.

He smirked at that, just made it all that easier to get close to her and get this over. "As you wish."
 
Anjelay had him released. "YOu can earn your clothes back first, if you want. Now, you've had a long night. Feel free to eat and rest. You may ask me for waht you need, but I have the option to refuse." She stood, slowly pullin the pins out of her hair, letting her blonde locks fall down her back and shoulders.

"I suggest you eat and sleep. Tomorrow will come quickly and you will have a full day."
 
Nikolia braced hismelf hard when the restraints finally released, p utting a lot of effort into remaining on his feet, even as he felt his muscles complain loudly from the effort. Too long cooped up in the cage, then hanging, he was sore and stiff. But he kept on his feet with a bit of a stumble. His hands rubbed at his wrist, getting his circulation back slowly, feeling life return to his hands as he flexed them.

He eyed the other, larger bed next to the one the servants had brought in, "Didn't know Goddesses had to sleep," he muttered, mostly to himself. he paced back and forth, just a range of 5 feet. He had been cramped up too long to just lay down right now.
 
Anjelay smiled as she changed for bed. "It's not sleep as you mortals know it. It's like a meditation to help heal our spiritual bodies. I happen to enjoy having a bed and the feel of laying in it."

She removed her toga and walked to her bed in the nude. "Eat, Nikolia. You'll need your strength."
 
A weak master indeed. Did she not just set down a rule that he was not to speak unless he was asked a question? But rather than punish him, she answered his impudent disobedient behavior. As his pacing brought him away from her, he let hiimself hav a small smile. This was going to be easy.

As he turned back towards her in his pacing, he was no longer smiling, no trace of his thoughts upon his face. He seemed, agitated, but it was merely the energy pent up having not been able to move for so long.

"Then have your servants bring me something," he answered the Goddess.
 
Anjelay sighed. She had forgotten to have food brought in for him. It had been a trying day and she needed some quiet. She also didn't like the tone of his request. It would take time for her to beat that out of him. She would have been suspicious if he just behaved.

"Say please," she said. "And at least pretend to be humble." He was on thin ice and her patience was wearing thin. One more slip and he'd be back in the chains for the night. Either that or tied to the wall.
 
Nikolia did smile, openly to the goddess this time. He was still pacing, flexing his hands, getting his blood flowing again, working out the kinks in his neck, soulder, back, legs. At the pace he was going it seemed likely that he would wear a hole in her floor before he went to sleep.

"I don't need it," he said nonchalantly to her request to put some humility on it.
 
Anjelay had had enough. She tried being nice, she really did. She had given him more oppertunities then most would have. He just didn't get it. Storming over to him, she grabbed his arms.

"You have no idea what I can do to you," she snarled. "You are on my last nerve." She pushed him against the wall and watched as chains appeared, securing him. "Do you even think Kelseru would have put up with you this long? You'd have been dead the first moment you were insolent."

She left the room to her ajoining bath. "Just stay there until I decide what to do with you."
 
"You're new to this, aren't you?" Nikolia called out as she stormed off to her bath. He was laughing again, healed up, chained, but he could take it for a while, thanks to getting a chance to stretch out. It was all coming together to him. He kept moving his hands, keeping the blood flowing as he hung on the wall. He didn't try to test them out, not yet at least.

The time alone was spent doing what he imagined she must be doing. reviewing what had happened in his mind, what might happen next, how it'd play out, and how best to use it to come out ahead in this little game. He already drew blood on her. In his mind there was still a chance to "win".
 
Anjelay ignored him. Slipping under the hot water of her bath she let the stress leave her body. She wondered if everyone's plans went awry like this. With the way the other gods talked, she had thought mortals would be easy to manipulate. Of course, she would have to pick the one that thought like Kelseru.

Moving to the other end of her giant heated tub, she picked up a necklace that stayed on the tray of her perfumes. Sighing, she watched it twist from the chain. Kelseru had given it to her when they had started their little affair. It was all she had left. Once, it had been a symbol of love. Now she wanted to shove it down his throat.

Finally done, she walked back out to her room. Ignoring Nikolia, she blew out the candle and slid into her bed. Tomorrow, she'd start fresh.
 
"Goodnight," Nikolia bothered to say as the goddess put out hte candle and slipped into her bed. He hadn't planned on getting any sleep himself. He doubted he could in this position, as wired as he currently was. He watched over the Goddess as she slept, or rather spiritually meditated and recharged. He looked on, seeing just what this strange state really did look like, wondering if they were as vulnerable as mortals when they rested.
 
Anjelay couldn't get comfortable all night long. She had to think of a way to keep Nikolia in line. Being nice didn't work. Maybe if she treated him like dirt? That was an idea, but she wasn't sure it would work. He'd probably just rebel more. She wanted this to work. Every second, the battle raged and Kelseru was gaining the upper hand. The good news, her temples were still ignored.

Punching her pillow, she tried to plan. Every idea she came up with could be torn down. Sighing she finally decided on just being harsher. He hadn't responded to her being nice, but he did what she wanted when she hurt him. Well, maybe that was the key.

All else failed, she could always try to seduce him like she had with Kelseru. Okay, not the exact way. She wasn't going to be made a fool of again.
 
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