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The rain fell hard the night Ravyn left her home. She had just lost her husband to the soldiers who had executed him for treason. She was distraught. She spent days locked in their bedchamber unable to face the people of the court. She wasn’t sure what they thought of her considering the rumors that ran rampant about her husband’s death.

It was the dead of night, during a storm, the night she ran away. She wasn’t running from fear, but from her despair. She could no longer stay where she had been married and shared a bed, for over a decade, with her Beloved.

She had run deep into the lush forest that surrounded the town in which she loved. She knew she would miss it for she had made a lot of friends there. Growing up as the daughter of a lady of the court wasn’t easy, but there were days when she could sneak out of the castle to play without anyone noticing her absence.

She ran until she couldn’t breathe. She leaned against a tree for a few moments of rest. She didn’t know where she was going but she knew she would travel until she found peace. She was wet and cold from the rain, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was escaping from her emotions as well as herself.

Suddenly she heard a sound behind her, but when she looked she saw nothing. She let out a sigh of relief. She moved from the tree to continue her journey when she was suddenly grabbed from behind. A large hand covered her mouth stifling the scream that was fighting itself out. She struggled desperately to escape with no avail. She was forcibly dragged away into the night.

It wasn’t long until she noticed a torch in the near distance. It was a cottage. It seemed to be the only one around. She wondered who would live this far in the forest with no one to talk to. Whoever had her kicked the door open and then closed once they were inside. She was pushed to floor. She landed on her knees hard.

She looked up and saw a man with dark, shoulder length hair. She knew his face. She had seen him a few times before this evening. He was a former friend of her husband. They had a falling out during a battle where he had saved this man from certain death. He had hated him ever since and vowed vengeance. He felt as if he should have died with his comrades on the battlefield.

“Eric, why have you done this?” she asked stupidly.

“You know why. I am the one who accused him a treason.” he replied with a hardy laugh.

“Why did you take me? You have taken his life. What more could you want?”

“It was not I who took his life but the executioner. It gave me no real pleasure to hear he had been executed. So I planned to take what he treasured most.”

“What do you plan to do with me? Do you plan on taking my life?” she asked without fear.

“Nay, my lady. I plan on keeping you for myself. The only hitch is that your lover is not here to witness this.” he said with pride mixed with some regret.

“He would have killed you.”

“He would have tried. He may not have succeeded.”

Ravyn tried to crawl away, but Eric took hold her ankle making her unable to move. When she turned to face him he grabbed her wrists. She struggled but was able to get away.

“You will become my slave, my lady. What a sight it will be to see a lady of the court serve me.” he said with a devious smile.

“I will never serve you.” she said stubbornly.

“When I am finished training you, you will be begging to serve me.” he said.

“I serve no one.”

“We shall see, my lady. We shall see. The hour is late so I will begin your train on the morn.”

He took a thick rope from a peg near the door. He tied her wrists securely behind her. He then tied the other end to a large log that helped support the thatched roof. He made her sit flush with the wood as he curled the rope around her. She tried to struggle but the rope gave no flexibility. She was able to move her wrists some but not enough that would help. As she tried she could feel the rope digging into her wrists. She decided to give up for the moment. Exhaustion soon over took her and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning Eric woke her by a shout. The sound of his voice started her for a moment. He untied her and lifted her to her feet. It took a few seconds for her to get her balance. She was sore from struggling as well as sleeping in an upright position.

“Make me something to eat.” he commanded.

“I will not.” she said defiantly once she had regained her bearings.

“You shall or face the consequences.” he shouted.

“I have already said I will not serve you.”

He spun her around. He tied her wrists around the post with same rope as he had used the night before. Before she could utter a word of protest a sharp pain burned her skin. She cried out with surprise. She was able to look back just enough to see he was holding a thick leather strap in his hand. He struck her again. This time she could feel it break the skin on her back. He struck her three more times.

“Will you serve me?” he asked.

“Nay.” she choked.

“Then I shall continue.”

He struck her again and again. She had lost count how many lashes he had given her. She could feel her blood running down her torn flesh. It was not long until her back had gone numb and was unable to feel the pain.

When he untied her she fell to the floor. All the strength she once had had left. Tears flowed down her cheeks in streaks. She dared not look at him. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her weakness. She was able to wipe the wetness from her eyes and face when he violently grabbed her hair.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You will learn to please me in other ways as well, my lady.”

“I will never…” she began.

“You will have no choice.” he interrupted.

He released her hair. She kept her head down. She felt such hatred in her heart. She had never felt such hate for any human being before. She wouldn’t give in to any demand he made of her. He would have to kill her first.

He cooked his own meal. He gave her some water and that was all. It didn’t matter she wasn’t hungry. She only drank the water because her throat felt dry as if she had swallowed a handful of dirt.

That evening was no different. All he gave her was a cup of water to drink as he ate a meal of venison and potatoes. She secretly gave him glances of pure anger and hatred.

After his meal was finished he forced her to her feet. He knees threatened to buckle under her weight. It was only Eric’s grip on her arm that kept her supported. He grabbed the rope as he took her into his bedchamber. She would have tried to escape if it wasn’t for the fact she was still weak from the beating hours before.

He held her on the bed as he tied her wrists to the bedposts. The pain, on her back, returned with a vengeance, but she couldn’t let it show. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. It was only when he sat on the bed did she wince. He stood long enough to undress. He, then, laid on top of her pulling her skirt up.

“I told you, you would learn other ways to please me.” he said ripping the bodice of her dress. He placed his hand inside the velvet fabric and fondled her breast. She squirmed under him, but couldn’t get away from his touch. He then kissed her roughly. She turned her head to the side.

He pulled his hand from her breast. He gripped her face making her look at him. She saw an evil gleam in his eyes with a matching grin on his face. He forced her legs apart. He stared into her eyes as he slipped inside her. She winced. She had tried not to but the movement of his hips caused her back to rub against the rough fabric that covered the bed.

He moved himself in and out of her causing almost unbearable pain. He let go of her face as he raped her. He once again gripped her breast. He leaned down and bit it so hard his teeth cut the flesh. He moaned in pleasure as he took her. She closed her eyes trying to ignore what was happening to her, at least visually. The physical she couldn’t ignore. She felt every stroke and movement he made.

He laughed at moaned at her discomfort. It seemed like hours as he raped her. He soon collapsed next to her on the bed exhausted. She was relieved that it was over.

She didn’t sleep well that night for fear of what he would do next. She wasn’t ready to give up yet she didn’t want this to happen again. She fell asleep only to have him shout at her to wake up.

“How are we feeling this morning?” he asked.

“I am well.” she replied bravely.

“That will not last unless you give into me.” he said.

“Nay.” was all she said.

The torture and rape continued for weeks. He gave her little food and drink. He kept her tied when he slept or was out. He only tied her while he raped her only when he didn’t feel like trying to fight her. No matter what he did to her she wouldn’t give in. She suffered beating not only with the leather strap but also with his hands. She was bruised and her flesh had been torn in several places. He washed her every night only to prevent infection from setting in and he liked her clean for other things as well.

It wasn’t until she was broken from all the pain and humiliation he inflicted on her did she relent. She wasn’t as strong as she thought she was when he had captured her on that cold and rainy night. She imagined the disappointment in her Beloved’s eyes if he could see her. The image broke her heart. It was a good thing he wasn’t really there. She couldn’t bear for him to see her like this.

She had lost so much blood during the beatings it kept her body weak, as well as the lack of food. Every night she prayed death to take her so she could be with her Beloved, but death never came. The only thing that came were days filled with beatings and nights filled with his lustful intentions until her spirit had finally broke.

She fixed him his meals. She helped bathe and dress him. She knelt at his feet. When she ate she would eat her meals on the floor next to him. She even began to call him Master. She her best to serve him well and even sometimes that wasn’t good enough. He would still beat her just for the pleasure of it. He would even laugh as he did so.

Months turned into years that passed slowly. It wasn’t until one night when she heard her Beloved voice in a dream telling her she must escape. She quietly slid out of bed and slipped out the door. She closed it silently behind her. With renewed strength she ran. She hid in taverns, caves, anywhere she could until she knew he had given up his pursuit.

She felt strong again and would do whatever it took to rebuild her life. She even searched for her husband with the belief he had not been killed. Years went by with no word or sight of him so she continued her life on her own knowing now that he would be proud of her.

Part One



Adira ran for her life as two warriors chased her relentlessly. She had run from her village when the men, dressed in leather skins, attacked. They slaughtered many without emotion. Her father was the one who told her to run. He told her if she was captured she would be raped and killed. So she ran as fast as she could, but she was quickly tiring.

The warriors soon caught up to her. The placed a leather strap around her neck and began pulling her with them. She resisted at first, holding onto the strap and pulling. She found her efforts to futile.

They walked for hours. The sun was setting when they arrived at another village. This one was much bigger than hers had been. She had to remain under her own control, but she was truly impressed. The buildings were made of stone and not of mud and skins. Fires burned brightly and the streets were clean. Beggars were nowhere to be seen.

Her village was much smaller. Most slept in tents made of skins. Hers was one made mostly from nomads. Her father a few families settled there and began to farm the land and hunt. Those families were the one’s tired of roaming from place to place and wanted to settle down. Adira was only five when her family decided to settle. They had become tired of making a home whenever they felt the need for rest. Until then they survived off hunted meat, and fruits. They carried water to keep them hydrated especially in the summer months. Adira was happy to stay on one place.

Now she was being moved to a place where she had no idea what would happen to her. She felt as if her knees would buckle as fear struck her heart. The men lead her through the center of town cheering their own victory. Soon they reached a platform where she saw girls being sold. Well-dressed men stood around bidding for them. She looked back at her captors.

“Don’t worry, young one. You already have an owner waiting.” one said with a smile.

“Who is this person?” she asked her voice trembling.

“It is not your place to ask questions only to obey.” he shouted.

“Do as you are told and you will be treated well.” the other said in a more soothing tone.

“Keep walking. The Master is waiting for his prize.” the first man said pulling the leather.

It was nearly dark when they had reached a large house that set upon a hill. It was the biggest she had ever seen. They lead her up the long stairway. Once there they opened the doors. She was then lead into a large extravagant room. A man sat alone in a large wooden chair. He looked up when he saw them enter.

“Here is your gift, Master.” one of the men said. “She was the most beautiful in the village.”

“Bring her to me. I would like a closer inspection.” he said standing.

His skins fell to his knees when he stood. They were not the normal skins she had been accustomed to, but ones of exotic animals that she had never seen before. The tunic he wore was made of a pelt with spots. It was the most beautiful garment she had ever seen.

The man looked her over. He inspected every inch of her body without a touch. The only time he touched her was to pet her head. “She will do fine. Dress her in white silks and bring her back.”

She was lead out the room where the men threw a white dress at her that left little to the imagination. It had a plunging neckline and slits up the side that went to her hips. She suddenly felt self-conscious. She didn’t like feeling as if she was naked.

“Michael is your new Master. You will serve him well.” one of the men said.

“Master?” she asked shocked.

“Yes. You will do whatever he tells you to do without question. If you do not you will be severely punished.

Adira was lead back into the main chamber. Michael was sitting back in his chair. She approached him with caution. “Sit next to me.” he commanded. She did as she was told. She sat on the floor at his feet.

“You learn quickly, my pet.” he said stroking her hair. “What is it you want to do?”

“Is to serve and please you, Master.” she choked.

“Is this what your heart tells you?”

“I do not know.”

“You will soon. Your only passion should be is to serve only me and do it with all your heart. It is not just your actions that show you devotion to your master.” he said kindly. “Remember my words and you will do well.”

Adira had no idea how long she had been sitting on the cold, stone floor thinking about all Michael had said. She wasn’t sure if she could put her heart into her actions. All she knew she was enamored by this man, and was a bit fearful of what he could do if she disobeyed him. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to serve him as he would like her to. She didn’t know what his commands would include for her to do.

She would do as she was told because she was afraid of what punishments he would have in mind for her. She thought of whips scarring her skin. She also thought of death. She thought of many ways he could kill her if he wanted to. Those thoughts chilled her to the bone.

Soon a servant came out of the kitchen and handed her a glass of wine. “This is for the Master.” she whispered in her ear. “Hold it up to him and allow him to drink.”

Adira did as she was told. She held the chalice above her head offering it to Michael. He took it from her and drank. He placed it back in her hands. She thought about setting it on the ground, but thought better of it so she kept it held above her head.

Later that night he commanded her to go to his chambers with him. This frightened her. She wasn’t ready for this duty. Michael saw the fear in her eyes.

“Do not worry, my pet, I will not take you tonight. That comes with time.”

She was relieved of this. He pointed to a bed made on the floor. She walked over to it and laid down. He looked pleased. She smiled secretly to herself.

The next morning was the same routine except for not only did she hold the drink above her head, but his food as well. She remained silent mostly afraid to speak without his permission.

“It is time, my pet.” Michael said holding a golden ring in his hands. Adira sat up on her knees in front of him. He placed the ring around her neck and closed it. It was held on by a lock that he only had the key to. The metal felt cold on her skin, but light as a feather. She sat back in her place. She fingered the lock for a second. She wondered why he placed a collar around her neck and what it meant.

She thought hard about what he said about serving with passion in her heart. She never in her wildest dreams imagined she would be a slave for anyone. She once again fingered the lock around her neck. Perhaps in time she will learn to love her Master and serve him as he wished.

“Dance for me, girl.” he commanded.

“I do not know how to dance, Master.”

“Let me see for myself.”

Adira stood and moved to the center of the room. She could feel his eyes burning through her. She moved her hips to the rhythm in her head. She moved her arms in succession with her hips. She twirled and danced the best she could. Michael smiled as he watched her dance. Her movements were fluid and full of spirit. He knew in time she would learn other dances for him. He also knew in time she would make the perfect slave. She would soon find the passion and enjoyment of serving him and only him.