Portal - Innocence Lost (Black_Out and Loveme)

[Black_Out]

Lord Malice's big meaty palm and thick worn fingers came down and patted Rose across the crown of her head, ruffling her tangle of blonde hair about. "That's so very kind of you Slave R, but I mean every little ill willed statement I just made, and all the ones to come yet." His coddling hand drew away and curled fingers traced beneath his long, course, and thickly matted dark brown beard. "If you win, you'll get to go back to your Mistress. If you lose, I'll keep you here until you win, or at least until Magdeline asks to have you back. She didn't seem to care, though, so get comfortable with your new surrounds." Angela's delighted smile widened as her Master explained his intentions.

His bumpy stout index finger tapped against the pillowing beard covering his chin as his eyes deepened into a reddish orange flame like glow. "We haven't had a virgin here for awhile. Perhaps if you lose, I'll put you out as a prize for a special event. A little battle royal to see who gets to pop your cherry. Or at the very least, bust your ass wide open." He chuckled while Angela shook with a shiver of amusement. "They're always quite popular, and rather profitable events." His hand gestured out to his side as it tore away from his beard and those cumbersome fingers snapped, making a loud crack sound in the air. "Yeah, that's what we'll do with you if you lose. Stake you up in the middle of the arena floor, and let the winner rip your ass apart."

His burning gaze slid over to the attendant Magdeline had sent along. "Let Mistress Magdeline know my intentions. I'm sure she won't object, and we would love to have her in attendance." The guard from the Slaver's Guild nodded and quickly went about securing the wagon that had been used to bring Rose to the Pit and turned with it in tow, taking his leave.

He smiled cruelly as he looked down to Angela as he spoke to the nearby arena guard, who though big, seemed quite dwarfed by Lord Malice's presence. "Take her down to one of the arena holding cells. She'll fight tomorrow night to kick off the evenings contests."

The barbaric guard nodded, putting his fist over his chest and dipped his head respectfully to the massive tower of a man that was Lord Malice. "At once sir."

"No food, leave her a bowl of water, treat her like the dog she is and make her crawl on her hands and knees to her pen." The Lord of the Pit stated. The guard only nodded in return, though he grinned as he looked down towards Rose and grasped her by her leash.

He turned then, leading Rose towards the flight of steps that descended downward towards the bowels of the arena. "Come on, you heard Lord Malice, crawl on all fours." He barked at her as he tugged on the leash.

Lord Malice put his hand into Angela's dark brown hair and tugged her up to her feet. "You better win." He chided her, before he turned and walked up towards the gates of the Pit and vanished from view along with Angela who humbly followed along with her head tucked low.

 

[Loveme]

Lord Malice's words made Rose shiver in her position. If she thought her Mistress scared her, Lord Malice was right along with her. He had no intent on pretending to even care about her, all he wanted was for a show in his arena and that's what he planned on getting. Seeing Angela again had been the least of her worries, but now she had to fight her. Very well knowing that Angela being Lord Malice's, the odds would more then likely be in her favor.

As his words hit against the air and her ears, Rose let her gaze fall away from him and Angela. It was something she didn't know how to respond to, so she kept her mouth shut and her eyes away from Lord Malice.

Hearing that she would fight tomorrow and she wasn't allowed to have any food stung her in the side. The last time she had had food was when Magdeline had given it to her. Hearing the sound if food made her stomach rumble as the guard started pulling on her leash. Crawling on her hands and knees was going to be such a humiliating task, one that she couldn't quite fathom. But Rose followed quitely behind the guard as she turned to see Angela sneering at her. Rose returned the favor as she passed. Beating Angela would be the icing on the cake, if she could manage to beat her.

Crawling down the steps proved to be quite harder then she thought it would be. Having to find balance and not tumble down the steps forward. "Please... be slow. It's rather hard crawling on your hands and knees down steps..." Pleading with the guard may run in her favor, she didn't know and she wasn't quite sure how the outcome would be. "The fighting... it will be geared for her to win?"

She wasn't quite asking, it was more of a statement. Rose stopped in her tracks for a moment, her hand almost spilling and missing the bottom step she was aiming for. Stopping to try and regain her balance, she took the chance to look up into the guards face. Maybe if she could read his face, maybe if she could make a friend....

 

[Black_Out]

The guard allowed Rose a brief respite after her slip on the steps and turned one rueful looking eye down towards her as she spoke up in a meager pleading fashion. "It did sort of sound that way, didn't it?" He softened his gaze briefly as her eyes met his own before adding in a quiet voice as he leaned over to make it look like he was grabbing her by the collar. "Get yourself a handful of sand, and throw it in her eyes." He let the words hover in the air a moment before he got back up and gave a tug on the leash.

"Let's go, move it slave." He brought her down over the last flight of steps, though with nowhere near the earlier haste that he had forced her to crawl with as she trailed along after him. His fur lined heavy boots stamped along the limestone floor, sending up puffs of dirt as he turned her along a flat walkway that circled the arena floor some twenty feet below them. They turned then down an access tunnel that cut beneath the stands and Rose soon found herself heading down more steps that were illuminated by flickering lamps filled with oil.

The descent cut away the heat from the night and replaced it with a cool moisture in the air that clung to the stone wrought walls. After briefly navigating the downward pointed tunnel of steps Rose was brought into another long sweeping hallway. There were a few other guards similar to the one that was leading her along, but they paid little mind to her. Though they did offer nods and some grunts of greeting to her escort as he dragged her along behind himself down the shadowy hall in the bowels of the Pits.

"In here." The guard beckoned as he kicked an iron gate open that revealed a compact little cell with a pile of hay bundled up in one corner for her to sleep on. There was also a bowl, full of water, but beyond that, there was little comfort to be found in this room. "Remember what I said." He said softly as he shut the gate behind her and locked her door before he padded off, leaving Rose alone in her cell.

 

[Loveme]

It was a complete surprise to Rose when she heard the guard change his demeanor towards her. Of course he done it so no one would notice, but it was such a nice and sudden change to what she had experienced so far that day. Rose honestly probably would have played clean, even with a handicap. It's just how she was, how she had always been.

But now that the guard had given her that idea, she knew she had to run with it. He was soon back to his rock hard shell as he tugged her leash and started to pull her down the last few steps.

It was killing her knees and hands as she walked down the stone floor, watching as the walls passed and as he led her into the shadowy hallway. It was much cooler down there, much more damp and dark too.

When they stopped in front if the iron cell, Rose shook her head. It was small, barely enough room to fit her. But she also know that it was nothing to do with the guards choosing and he had helped her. "Thank you... " Rose whispered softly as he opened the iron gate. Crawling inside of it, she managed to drink a small helping of water like a dog. Rose didn't bother to try and pick it up, in fear someone would see her.

Soon after Rose has crawled onto the hay and snuggled into it, making a makeshift blanket of hay to cover herself with. It felt like as soon as she closed her eyes, she was drifting off to sleep. Getting the much needed rest for the fight tomorrow night. One that she planned on winning, even if she had to play dirty.

 

[Black_Out]

The hours faded away in a blur to the slumbering of Rose. Her bed of hay, while not the most comfortable of ways to sleep, at least helped to keep her warm. By the time she woke, which was only due to the rattling of the door to her prison cell as it was swung open, it quickly became obvious that she had slept through out the day. Her body though exhausted and caught in that state of abrupt awakening would be thankful later for that long sleep she was allowed to have without any disturbance.

The hand of the guard, the one whom seemed to soften to her, shook her gently by the shoulder. "Time to get up, your going out into the arena, remember what I told ya." He whispered into her ear as he helped her up to her feet.

Before they even left the cell though, a coil of rope came down from around his shoulder and he quickly tied it off like a belt around her waist. "You gotta wear this and bring your right arm behind your back, that's the one Lord Malice wants bound." He asked, though his hand was already pulling her right arm backwards and bundling the rope around her wrist until it was secure.

"It's going to be a mercy match." He spoke into Rose's ear as he finished securing the rope around her wrist, and locking it in place just above her rear. "Who ever cries out for mercy first, is the loser." His hand fell then behind her shoulder blades as he led Rose out of the cell and towards a tunnel that cut right through the stone on it's way towards the arena floor. She could hear the grumbling anticipation of the crowd beyond, could see the trickle of light that shone down through the exit, and she could see a distant figure, that of Amanda, on the other side of the arena, waiting for her.

"Don't start anything until the gong sounds." He gave her one last word of advice, before Rose was pushed out into the Pits. The gate slammed shut behind her, leaving her alone, with Amanda on the opposite side of the arena floor. The walls were massive and steep, and surrounded her on every side. The house was modestly packed, perhaps at about half of it's full capacity for this evening's events and the murmur of anticipation swept through the crowd that was eager to watch the violence that was about to unfold.

 

[Loveme]

Extremely thankful for the sleep she was allowed, she was only woke by the rattling of the chain around the door. Groaning deeply as she felt a hand on her shoulder, she jumped in fright. It was like everyone who touched her made sure she was punished in some way. Quickly seeing the same guard that helped her the previous night, she nodded. He helped her up as she rubbed her eyes, pieces of hay still stuck in her hair that she picked out slowly.

Of course, Lord Malice hadn't been joking about giving her a disability. It was one that would surely hurt her in the end, especially her right arm. As he pinned it behind her back, she wiggled it around trying to figure out how she would be able to win a mercy fight with one arm. "I remember."

Rose did remember, she just didn't know how sand in the eyes would cause Angela to mutter out mercy. But of course she thought to herself, if she had sand in her eyes, she would scream mercy rather quickly.

Following him out and into the pit, all of the people cheering along to the fight about to happen. Hearing the iron gate shut behind her, seeing Angela on the other side of the arena, it all came to realization. She had to win.

Rose walked maybe half way out and stopped, waiting for the sound of the gong before she started to do anything. The woman knew she was libel to get jumped and rather quickly. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew it might be the perfect distraction to Angela. To get her while she least expected it.

 

[Black_Out]

Sitting in a most prominent stone wrought balcony upon a comfortable wooden chair with padded cushions threaded into place for support the unblinking eyes of Magdeline absently wandered about. The milky smooth albino skinned elven slave that Rose knew as Anmelial was on both knees at her side. Her slender pale left arm was uplifted, allowing blood from a clean cut along her forearm to trickle down into a fanciful goblet that Magdeline held daintily between her fingers off to the side of her cushioned arm rest.

"Is the Minotaur, Gorehorn fighting in the main event tonight?" The dark eyes of Magdeline slid over to her left where Lord Malice was sitting, being fed grapes by a full figured red head of some modest height that was dressed in some scanty thin white satin garment that was all to transparent.

"He is." Lord Malice turned his fiery orange eyes to regard his counterpart in the Slaver's Guild before he returned to grasp a bundle of offered grapes between his teeth.

Magdeline's lush royal purple gleaming lips curled into a smile as she looked away from Lord Malice while the man was fondling the plump breast of his redheaded slave. Her eyes flickered between the two combatants that had entered the sandy pit of the arena. The murmurs of the idle crowd began to shift to a modest level of interest towards the arrival of the nights first contest.

Lord Malice pulled himself up out of his heavy wooden throne and with a last twist of his grasp about the slave girls breast he looked down towards the arena floor. "For our first match of the night we have a mercy match between Slave R, and Slave A." He addressed the crowd, spitting out a few grape seeds as he did so. His hand know freed from it's attentions over the slave girls bosom had reached over and picked up a wooden rod with a solid wedge of wood wrapped in battered leathers. "The loser will be the trophy for tonight's main event."

"And maybe the winner too." Magdeline tossed a sinister and amused glance towards Lord Malice just as he was about to strike the bronze gong and start the match.

"And maybe the winner too." He called out, echoing her softly spoken suggestion. "We'll let your cheers decide." With that Lord Malice struck the gong to start the match. With a booming clang filling the arena and some now heightened interest from the crowd that stood up to watch the fight was on as the Master of the Pits returned to the comfort of his throne.

Angela hurriedly began to rush towards Rose, the slightly plump woman hoping to use her weight to her advantage against the smaller, and handicapped Rose. She screamed in rage, desiring to take out all of her frustrations on Rose for the various disagreements and arguments they had on their journey into captivity. "I've been looking forward to this!" She cried out as she rushed like a bull towards Rose and lowered her shoulder, intending to tackle her nemesis to the sandy floor of the arena.

 

[Loveme]

Of course the whole entire thing wasn't right. The winner was supposed to be the winner. Not have anything else happen. But even if she lost, she figured that it would be way worse then if she were to win. Rose knew that she had to win, to really prove to her Mistress and to Lord Malice that she could win. In some strange way, she wanted them to be proud of her, especially Magdeline. Her Mistress already doubted her in so many ways, that was evident.

As the gong sounded through the arena, Rose looked up to where it had come from. Seeing Lord Malice, Magdeline and their slaves positioned right by their sides.

Before she could think to move, Angela was running towards her like a bull. Her shoulder was down and she ran into her square in the chest. Rose screamed, falling backwards into the sandy ground of the arena. In her mind, she was going to let Angela win for a few moments. But it couldn't of happened any quicker or played out any better. Being handicapped, especially handicapped on the arm she used the most, was proving to be hard. Rose raked her hand across the sand, grabbing a handful of sand between her fingers and holding the sand in her fist.

Using the bottom of her knuckles to help her stand up, she backed away from Angela a few steps. Knowing she had to wait for the right moment, she watched her closely. It wasn't all that difficult to see that Angela was out for blood and was going to use her strength against Rose. "I'm sure you have. You were a no good piece of shit. We should of stuck together." Rose finally hissed towards the woman that had caused her so much hate and embarrassment. Taking one deep breath, she started to run towards Angela and with a slow movement she opened her hand and flung the sand straight into her face. She had been aiming for her eyes and that's exactly where it landed.

"Cry mercy and it will all be over you bitch." Rose kneeled down in the sand and picked up another hand full of sand. Sure, it might of been a dirty move but it was a way to win. She knew thats how people played here and it was probably the only way to survive.