Enslaved By Chance //Tris+AD\\

[Ashland De'Courte]

It was a bitter cold night all over the region of Rienheart. The new moon was high in the sky signifying the start of a new season. Filled with magic wielders of all types the cold wasn't even a bother. It simply signified the passing of time... The inescapable fate that was death.

The Kingdom of Valcour sat at the northern regions of Rienheart and just east of it resided the kingdom of Rhelia.

Between the two respective powers was a political feud. Said political feud was about to cost many soldiers and innocent townsfolk their lives. In a desperate attempt to stop the war before it began, the kingdom of Rhelia sent forth their prince to talk peace.

"So, the prince of Rhelia never showed eh?"

"No. I couldn't care less... I love war. It's the only time that being a royal knight actually counts for something."

"I hear that you are soon to take the place of General Calcipher."

"Yea... The king feels that I am a better fit for the position."

"Is that so? Or does his decision to change generals lie in the fact that you are of close descent of Hordark The Abyss?"

"Are you here to interview me....or sell me slaves?"

The slave owner smiled in response a small chuckle slipping passed his parted lips. He simply waved the knight a passive hand before looking over his shoulder at his acquaintances. Waving his hand once again the men drifted off to bring the captured men into the knight’s living quarters. One by one, the slaver’s merchandise trickled carefully into the warmth of the man’s home. Dressed in simple knee-length tunics the slaves stood before the knight blinded by a sack over their heads. Upon their wrists and ankles were chains linked to another slave to keep their movements very limited.

“Ten? Slave master are you in a generous mood tonight?”

“Now, who’s here for the interview?”

The knight laughed as he moved from his seat upon the plush cushions of his couch. Cling. Clang. Cling. Clang. The sound of his armored boots echoed off the stone walls of his large, with each step he took the weakest of the slaves shuddered in fear. The knight mumbled something to himself with a shrug of his shoulders. “I run through slaves like a coward passed enemies on the battlefield. I think tonight I’ll try to pick just one…” the slaver couldn’t help a loud cry of laughter from escaping him at the other’s analogy. “You are my most amusing of customers…” with that said the man released one particular slave from his shackles. Pulling the sack from his head he grinned. “They are all picked for to your liking. But, this one in particular is the freshest out of the bunch. The newest edition to my assortment of boys.”

“Torak is certainly impressed.”

Torak’Rowe spoke softly as he gazed upon the long haired male before him.

“I bet. He’s of a different caliber than any of the others. A definite keeper if you are looking for permanency.”

He indeed was something special to behold. Without another word he slapped a small sack of gold coins into the slave master’s hands before sending him on his way to be alone with his new toy.
Torak’Rowe stood at an intimidating 7’0”. He towered over most beings that weren’t of demonic descent. He wasn’t wearing much but the bottom half of his armor which he hadn’t taken off yet because he was too lazy to. He was too busy anticipating the arrival of the slave owner to give two shits. His skin was dark and smooth free of blemishes and scars. If it wasn’t for the armor he had upon his body and the various weapons that adorned his was like that of a museum one wouldn’t be able to tell he was a knight at all.

Looking down at the other he simply smirked. “Torak’Rowe is my name. You may address me as Master Torak’Rowe.” He said before taking in a small breath of air. “What is your name slave?”

 

[Trisscar]

Kao glared silently up at his new 'master', his pale eyes flashing dangerously at the halfling infront of him. Just because he had been stripped of his clothes and armor, shoved into these peasents clothes and chained like an animal didnt mean that he was going to bend the smallest bit to his latest tormentor.

Blowing a strand of his silvery hair out of his face the prince of the human clan Rhelia stared defiantly at the tall being infront of him. With his own slightly feminine frame and modest height of 6'2 he was feeling rather dwarfed by the intimidating person infront of him. But he would not submit. Straightning his posture Kao tilted his chin up cheekily. He knew he would be struck for his insolence, but he would gladly accept the punnishment to show that he was uncowed and unbroken.

 

[Ashland De'Courte]

"I see."

The knight had plenty of disobedient slaves prior to the smaller male's arrival. His reaction was nothing new, and therefore Torak'Rowe didn't overreact like most master's would in such a predicament. In fact he chuckled at the other's silent pride. The best part of breaking in a new slave was the process. The process of painting upon such a canvas as the slave before him had Torak'Rowe feeling rather ecstatic.


"I simply wish to know your name slave..." Torak'Rowe said as he reached forward suddenly grasping the silver haired male by the front of his neck. "It would be a lot easier upon you if you'd just cooperate." the white haired hybrid said with a grin. "It doesn't matter much if you refuse me slave." he stated grasping the male's neck tighter. "The best part of buying a new slave is breaking it in." With that said Torak'Rowe pushed the other down onto the floor releasing his neck. The chains upon the human's wrists and ankles rattled as his slender body hit the tiled floor with a soft thump.

"What is your name slave?"

Torak'Rowe demanded pressing the entirety of his armored foot into the human's waist.

 

[Trisscar]

Kao's eyes widened slightly as the leather gloved hand wrapped around the slender collum of his throat, the menacing touch sending a small shiver through him. This man was no push over that was for sure.
Scowling as the hybrid began speaking, the prince stubbornly remained silent, not wanting to give Torak'Rowe any reaction.

A quiet gasp ripped its way out of his throat when the hand tightened around his pale flesh and he tried to pull his head away from the mans grip futily. Grunting when he hit the chill tile floor, Kao tried to stand up agian but was stopped by a large armored boot pressing down on his vunerable abdomen.
He grabbed at the boot with his manacled hands the chains digging into the raw flesh of his wrists painfully as he struggled. Kao tugged at the boot, wanting the uncomfortable weight to be lifted from him so he could breath properly. but his strength was no match for his new masters, so he simply went limp under his foot and glared heatedly at him instead. Still refusing to answer.

 

[Ashland De'Courte]

"I wonder slave..." he breathed as he dug his foot deeper into the other's side. "I wonder just where you are from..." he spoke a again before pulling back the weight of his foot. "You have a strong sense of pride and self-worth... You aren't some lowly slave or peasant from this kingdom... I know that one thing for sure." The smaller male definitely had the gears in Torak'Rowe's mind spinning now. Never before had the demon elf encountered a slave like him.

"I want to know more about you slave." Torak'Rowe declared before pulling back his foot entirely. The other's skin was so smooth and pale. He was a man who'd probably done little to no labor. Human's were such delicate creatures. Their regenerative cells were slow and sometimes ineffective. Their lack in that area left them susceptible to bruises and marks that told rather interesting stories. But this human male...he seemingly had none. He was definitely no lowly peasant of Valcour.

The metal of his armor clinked upon the floor softly as he positioned himself atop the other. "You are most peculiar slave... I like that. You add a great excitement to" Torak'Rowe said as he moved a gloved hand up to the other's forehead to pushing away stray strands of silver. "I love the fire in your beautiful eyes when you gaze at me with such hatred. I can only ponder when that fire will freeze into fear." he said with a small sadistic grin.

The demon elf took a moment to think about unshackling the other. He loved it when the slaves would run. But, even so... Torak'Rowe didn't think that the boy beneath him deserved such freedom just yet. They were still playing the name game. "It's a shame you are all chained up like this. Wouldn't you like the freedom to at least run from my onslaught?" he asked, elf ears perking up at his question as he pressed clothed hands into the other's shoulders holding him firmly onto the floor. Leaning closer he licked his lips before whispering, "All you have to do is tell me your name..." into the other's ear.

 

[Trisscar]

Kao flinched slightly when the pressure on his abdomen increased from the boot and let out a soft sigh of relief when it was removed. He was paying close attention to the dark elf's words, and though they did indeed send a small spark of fear through him from the cold and sadistic tone, he refused to alow that fear to show. When he heard how he liked to see the fire, Kao instead calmed his face into a blank mask, alowing all emotion to drain from his eyes so that nothing showed.

Shuddering slightly when the dark elf pushed his hair away from his eyes, Kao jerked his head away from the touch, attempting to shove the larger man off of him so that he could stand up. He didnt like feeling so helpless under his tormentor. Still he kept his face blank, even when he was pinned to the ground and the hot breath from the elf carresed his ear.

"you would not like my running. it would end with you bloodied on the floor missing a limb or two."

He kept his voice emotionless and cold, though he did bring his sword calloused hands up to push at the arms that were keeping him pinned. He may not have done much labor in his life, but as a prince he was skilled in many fighting styles. That showed in his callouses and the slender but lithe muscles that fleshed out his slim build. He would fight this elf if he tried anything, that he could promise.

 

[Ashland De'Courte]

Torak’Rowe noticed the look in the other’s eyes fade. Apparently he was trying his hardest to deprive the demon hybrid of his enjoyment. Ha! That could never happen. It was quite hard to make Torak’Rowe unhappy. He drew pleasure from the darkest of moments and while the other was beneath him with such a lifeless expression upon his face it fueled the demon elf more. “Oh? You think you could challenge Torak’Rowe? What a silly human you are…” he said with a laugh as he watched the other’s futile attempt at shoving him away.

The palms of the slave’s hands were riddled with callouses… Something the hybrid didn’t expect to feel when the warmth of his hands pressed onto his own heated skin. He was also strong in some ways, the muscles in his arms flexing as Torak’Rowe pulled back to stand upon his feet. “I see you are a swordsman…” the larger being spoke as he circled the human like a vulture stalked dead prey.

“Your threat is but an empty one. However, I will not release you just yet. Your voice is quite angelic and I wish to hear it more….Whether through conversation or through screams of agony… Your choice human.”

With that said, Torak’Rowe moved across the large room retrieving a thick leather whip from upon the wall. “Now tell me slave, what is your name?” the elder male demanded once again before he stood before the other. Drawing back his arm, the leather whipped through the air with a whistling sound before colliding with the other’s bare thighs. “Perhaps this will make you sing…” He said with a sadistic grin before hitting the other with the whip a second time, that swing fiercer than the last.

 

[Trisscar]

When Kao saw that his non expression wasnt agrivating the elf in the slightest he dropped the mask, openly glaring up at Torak'Rowe. When his captor stood up Kao pushed himself to his knees, crouching in a defensive position before the taller man.

"the only way you will hear my voice is when I choose for you to hear it."

When he saw the whip Kao tensed, whole body coiling in readiness to flee if he could. with the first strike he grit his teeth, ignoring the blossming sting across his smooth skin from the contact of the rough leather. The second crack caused a soft hiss of pain to escape, but no other sound was heard. When the whip raised a third time Kao acted, sweeping his unshackled feet forward and slamming them into the knees of his captor to throw him off balance. Leaping up the human lunged forward, ramming his body forcibly into the elf to push him out of the way and sprinted for the door flap of the tent.