Elemental Infusion
When the world was yet young the four elements walked the world in Corporeal form, Rie, Kia, Sha, and Lin, Fire, Air, Water, and Earth respectively, in those days they were the only things that could have been counted as alive, the waters had not yet been formed, nor the air, nor the trees, nor the animals, only the Four that walked the earth, and the Three that remained in the heavens.
But as with all living beings, the Four began to quarrel, concerned with the future of their creation Sha looked upon Rie, knowing his flame would consume her children, Kia looked to Lin, knowing that Lin would steal the freedom of his children... the four spoke, forging alliances to further their agendas, to further the powers of the children they had planned... but it was Rie that struck first, his fire gouging lines of magma upon the face of Lin, blasting craters from the smooth marble that had been the Earth, and Sha wept for Lin, her heart the largest of the four, her tears flowed forth to fill the craters that had been gouged upon the Earth, calming the wounds of Lin, and battle was truly joined, the Four battled with a fury that not even legend can describe, raw elemental displays reaching further into the planes of reality than any can know, altering the fabric of the universe... But in time the Four weakened, ascending to the heavens to treat their wounds and replenish their power, and the Three descended, the Three that will forever go nameless within the annals of the world, their elements Darkness, Light, and Soul... the Golden light of the element of Soul shone down upon the earth, causing the first flickers of light in the depths of the Oceans, and the rays touched upon the Earth bringing forth the first flickers of plant life. Darkness set her feet upon the Earth next, embracing several creatures to her breast, and taking them into herself, giving them knowledge of evil and shadows, giving them twisted figures and minds... And the Next was Light, a powerful warrior was he, matching in strength to the Darkness, he looked upon her abominations and wept, great tears of white radiance that rose upwards to become the stars, his eyes had burned, and he had hunted down the Darkness, ravaging her after a great battle, taking her, and seeding her with children of both Light and Darkness, the Darkness birthed the races of Man, the Elves, the Dwarves, and all sentient creatures that knew of both good and evil.. but their battle weakened them, and in time, even Darkness, and light rose into the heavens...
But this was not the end, the undimmed, and unweakened elemental of Soul looked upon the children of Darkness and Light, and it smiled, although their conception had been an unholy thing, a union of Lust, the Soul knew that this worlds salvation lay within these creatures... It reached out with its golden light, and struck the breasts of all those that lived upon the Earth, all the many species, seeding them with fragments of itself, Soul, Spirit, the Life after death that each deserved, returning to the busom of the Elementals once they passed their mortal days.
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But it was in Ignorance that she was born.
A pair of golden eyes peered through the bales of hay, as the girl watched the men below in the stables at the outskirts of the city, and a pale nose wriggled as her nose scented the air, smelling the scent of blood... Carefully she had hidden, but her leather bodice itched in the hay, and her short skirt offered no real protection against the mens blades below, her booted feet uncomfortable as beads of sweat grew to adorn her flesh, she watched, as the men gathered the gold from the one they had killed, She had watched the meeting between the Thieves guild, and the leader of the bandits from out of the city, her eyes had danced, as the Bandit leader tried to intimidate the thieves guild, but she had been frightened as the Thieves guild had lost their temper, and killed the Bandit. A quick scuffle, a rapid fight, and the Bandit leader lay dead, his men captured, and then willingly joining the guild... But she knew what the Guild did not.
The Thieves chuckled, and one of the former bandits kicked the fallen corpse of his former leader, and as she heard the gallop of hooves retreating, and the golden eyed girl slipped out of the hay bales, brushing herself down, and rearranging the neckline of her bodice so that her budding breasts were brought to higher prominence, cupped, and supported, giving her a slightly older appearance than her thirteen years. She slipped from the hay, and looked upon the dead man with a look of indifference, she had seen her share... And Searched in the crates behind him, he had brought them in before the meeting, and she had been here before even he had arrived, having caught wind of the meeting a bright smile lit her features, as she retrieved a small, jewel encrusted choker from the crate, tucking it quickly into the short skirt, into a small pocket sown into the inside of it, but the next thing she found made her gasp... it was too big! A sword, a curved sword of Eastern design, carefully she lifted it from the crate, and drew it a little way out of the sheath... A blade of ebony glass met her eyes and drew a gasp from her lips for it was... Beautiful... it was... Art.. not a weapon, but the glint of light on the sharpened edge told her that it was a piece of art for battle.
Carefully she replaced it in the crate, almost reverently, and turned to the dead bandit... She eyed his corpse, and bit her lower lip... It was one thing to look at the dead... it was another entirely to... Ew! She crouched beside his fallen body and carefully stripped him of his tunic, tearing it to shreds, and tossing the bloody sections into the hay, before taking the cleaner sections to the crate, and wrapping the blade and its sheath in the rags, before wrapping it in her arms... perfect, a rag wrapped blade... She smiled, and the little thief turned for the entrance, slipping from the barn.
The sunlight glinted and gleamed in her red hair, setting her features aglow as though her face was framed in a nimbus of fire, her skin was as pale as milk, and her eyes were golden, and seemed to glow in the light of the sun, all in all cutting a most stunning figure, if it weren't for the black leather bodice, clinging, and molding to her skin, outlining, and defining her willowy body, lithe from days of swimming and dodging and sneaking, a small miniskirt of black cotton, and boots of black leather, with steel buckles down the outsides. She smiled... and the light caught upon perfect, white teeth, offering her a radiance so few could achieve, gently she tucked the blade under her arm pit, and skipped off towards the poor quarter and her home there.
She gasped as a cart rumbled past, nearly running her over, just another whore or orphan on the street, watching as the city seemed to degenerate around her, leaving the barns behind and progressing towards the Docks and poor quarter, the buildings grew ragged, moldy, sagged around her, crumbled and leaned, cluttered so closely together that their roofs touched, forming the thieves highway a latticework of leaning roofs that allowed thieves, and assassins to traverse them easily. She wove her way deeper into the poor quarter avoiding thieves and thugs, slipping past whores and ale sodden drunkards and moved with a confidence that only a native of this sector could have. Quickly she moved and silently, slipping towards a tavern owned by her master...
Slavery was not unknown, but it was not that kind of master, as she slipped in through the front door flashing a bright smile and a jaunty wink to several customers as she made her way towards the bar, a bright smile, a sweet smile and she clambered up atop one of the stools smiling at the broad shouldered, and well muscled bartender, scars crossed across his bare chest and one large scar from a sword blow had marked his once handsome face closing his left eyes forever, his head was shaven and in the light of the heated tavern, heated mostly by the bodies of the people that crowded into this place his skin glimmered and glowed with a fine sheen of sweat.
He smiled, and leaned across the bar, a kind, and fatherly smile as he leaned forward to grant his customary kiss upon the cheek to his young apprentice, she smiled, and he rewarded her with a glass of juice as befitted her age, she drank quickly and then slipped from the stool, to circle behind the bar, slipping the jewel encrusted necklace into a small strongbox behind the bar and then progressing to the back room to lay upon her soft mat. A bit worse than a bed perhaps, but better than most in the poor quarter and her blankets were hand woven and soft, a smile, a sweet smile and she fished a book out from beneath her pilfered pillow, opening it, as she awaited her master.
It did not take him long, calling over one of the serving wenches to tend the bar as he took the girls strongbox into the back room, opening it and extracting the necklace as he looked to her, folding his legs, crossing them as he moved to sit beside her mat crosslegged, "Well Sweety, you bring in the least, but the most valuable, this will fetch a damn good price from the guild fence, you did well, again" She chuckled, and bookmarked her book, that the tender noticed was written in a tongue not common, this young girl surprised him more and more with each passing day, "What did you expect master? the guild master rides my ass and I need to bring in enough to stay with you" She smiled, ever so sweetly, that smile that sent chills down the mans back, this was a girl that knew well how to survive, knew what it took, but had come to him such a small and unimportant child, shirked off on him by an orphanage that was being closed down... Instead of enslaving the child as many would have, he had brought her into the fold teaching her the thieves arts and in time bringing her into the guild itself... She had grown, independent and strong even without his guidance.
Always he was stunned speechless by her, her talent at speaking, her gift for languages, her skill in thievery, but he recovered himself quickly for this time he had a job for her, "Elenya, we have a Job, how do you feel about mages" His grin was wicked, and broad as he looked to her again, "The Guild master has given us a commission, you are to steal into the mages Assembly, and take the scepter of the Archmage, it is well defended, trapped, sealed but on display in the audience chamber, it is always patrolled by at least four guards with Mage training we know there are runic protections and wards but we have a tool that should allow you to get around them" He grinned, as Elenya's mouth dropped open, this would be a theft worthy of legend and the honor was to be given to her!
She nodded, silently and swallowed, looking to her master, her friend, "This will be fun" Her smile again was broad and she looked to him with dancing golden eyes as she contemplated it, she had entered the mages assembly once or twice before but never lifted anything, this time would be different."So what's the tool? And the payout?" She grinned again, as she relished the thought of a challenge, waiting and listening, brushing her hair behind a delicately pointed ear "A Runic eraser, it is a small rag with a nullity energy soaked into the cloth, it can be rubbed against runes and wards erasing marks and removing the magics, as for the payout the guild master is offering one hundred thousand gold, just as the thieves cut!" He grinned as he looked to the girl considering, "Think you can do it?"
It had grown dark and she had not slept, still wide eyed those golden eyes searched the night in the richer district of the city, but to be honest the Assembly was not exactly something someone could miss, a mighty spire of gleaming Ivory surrounded by a cluster of smaller faculty buildings, cleaners, chefs, everything needed for the day to day life of the students...But Elenya was not interested in them... She had to get to the highest room, in the tall tower. She snuck closer, closest to the compound but circled behind the tower closest to the wall before she walked nonchalantly forward, she knew of the wards that went off when people tried to sneak in, and this would prevent them going off! But once she reached the base of the tower, unseen, and apparently unsensed as there were no armed guards rushing to haul her backside off to the dungeons she looked to the Ivory tower itself, supposedly unscalable and there was no way in Hades she would be able to sneak in the front door, fortunately she had a trick or two up her sleeve... err.. So to speak.. Her Leather bodice had no sleeves...
She gave a light whistle, a perfect imitation of a night bird native to this continent left her lips and soared on the night breeze, carried up to one of the windows high above and a rope of silk cascaded down the side of the tower and her small hands gripped it as she began her hand over hand haul up the silken rope her feet gripping the rope but she was careful to try and avoid touching the tower with her hands or her feet until she reached the window. There standing in the dim light of one of the teachers rooms was an older woman, approaching thirty in physical appearance with hair as black as night that cascaded all the way to her ankles, her skin lightly tanned and a pair of glasses rested upon her nose but she was clad in nothing but a silken nightgown. She smiled and blushed as the little thief slipped in through her window and the leather clad thief slipped over the floor towards the Teacher, her hands slipping inside the womans robe, encircling her waist and gently gripping her backside in small hands, squeezing gently as she smiled up wickedly.
"Mmmh, for a teacher, you have some wicked tastes" Gently she pushed the woman towards her bed, guiding the teacher to lay out upon the mattress before climbing atop her... And she smiled... As the teacher looked up she knew this was a small angel, she knew this was what she had always wanted... her students, so beautiful, but she could not touch them, and now, here was this leather clad angel, that had come to save her from her desires... Sate them, she blushed, a deep scarlet as she looked up to her little lover, those golden eyes aglow in the starlight, her milky skin radiant in the light of the two moons. Her lover leaned in, looking deep into her own emerald eyes... And then her mind went blank Elenya smiled, as she looked to the blank eyes of the teacher, and leaned close upon the womans naked body, whispering into the womans ear "You will have a wonderful night, you will fantasize that I took you in every way have ever dreamed you will awaken sated, and happy, and then you will think that I left, sticky, sated and happy as well"
She grinned, as she slipped off the teachers body, and snapped her fingers, her own cheeks turning bright red as she saw the womans fingers reach for her own large breasts, cupping, stroking... She blushed, and turned to the womans door, slipping from the room as silent as a ghost... and ignoring the sounds of pleasure within. On soft booted feet she slipped through the corridor, as the people slept, teachers, and students alike dozed, safe in the security of their tower, here, in the upper floors, no one dreamed there could be a threat. It was almost easy, slipping through the corridors but her use of hypnosis had weakened her, and she was already feeling a little groggy... if she had to deal with the guards she was toast!
Softly she slipped through the corridor, and found the double doors at the end of the Corridor, the double doors that led out into the Audience chamber, carefully, she pressed a pointed ear to the double doors, listening, and marking the footfalls of the guards... Five, not four, but not very alert, their footsteps paused every now and then, and she could make out soft sounds of whispered conversation, and so she gently poked her head around the doors, the five were currently engaged in a heated argument about the Arch mages latest decree... She didn't pay much attention to it, instead choosing to make her way up the broad, ebony staircase, the vaulted halls of the Audience chamber stretched upwards, and were lost in the gloom, a golden dome glowed shining dim radiance down upon the gathered treasures of the ages, although the Arch mages scepter was only one such treasure, she had received strict orders not to pocket anything else. The voices of the guards rose, and fell in argument, "... But Nec... gross!" their voices swelled, and fell, dipped, and rose as they argued, providing the perfect cover as she snuck up the stairwell, it was too easy...
Slowly she continued her ascent, and made her way towards the viewing... Oh Hella's balls. She growled, gently, under her breath as she caught sight of the empty display case where the Scepter was supposed to reside. Well.. That made sense.. if it wasn't there... then she had to climb a little more...Fortunately this close to the spire of the tower, the roof was sloped at an angle that was not impossible to walk on, although one step wrong, and she would have a very long time to wave goodbye. She approached one of the windows, opening it just a crack, enough for her lithe body to slip through and no more, it would not do for a gust of cold air to alert the guards downstairs... Carefully she wriggled out onto the sloping spire and began to make her way upwards carefully, crawling upwards on her leather clad belly, climbing upwards to the solitary window that marked the Archmages room, slowly, carefully as icy wind sent daggers of pain through her young body but still she kept her movements even, measured, until she could haul herself upright, to look in the highest window, at the sleeping old man that lay curled in his bed... His scepter laying upon a chest at the end...
Carefully she removed a small box from the pocket sewn into her skirt, and withdrawing the rag from within she rubbed it gently against the protective wards that kept the window secured.. and warded to detect intruders... it worked! Oh thank the gods it worked, she smiled, as she unfastened the latch, and worked the frame upwards a little, squirming into the mages room, and dropping soundlessly to the floor, holding her breath as she watched the Archmage sleep perfect... She smiled, and slipped closer to the Archmage, and she smiled, as she rose before his bed end chest, her fingers slipping cautiously beneath the scepter, and coiling about the shaft, to lift it from the... Oh... The scepter, and the sleeping Archmage dissolved in a flurry of color, and she froze a single word echoing in her mind "TRAP!" She spun upon her heels, but the window snapped shut, and she spun again, seeking the door, but an elderly man stood there, guarding the way, his scepter held within his hands, and his eyes that flashed with fire...
Strands of magic leapt from his Scepter, and wrapped around her lithe body, trapping her in tight coils as he lifted her from the ground under that power, "I am sorry my dear, but it is time for you to pay for your theft" He smiled, a sad, soft smile as he looked upon the young girl, "I am to sell you in the slave auctions tomorrow, along with a number of other thieves" The law was absolute, a thief, or assassin caught was the property of the one who caught them. But the Archmage was not one to keep slaves. And her heart sank... Fluttering her eyelashes the young thief smiled sadly down upon the elderly mage... a soft crimson touching her cheeks with practiced precision "P... Please sir... I only steal for food, for a roof over my head... I... I can do nothing else... and... I... I don't want to be a whore... Or die on the streets" She sniffled, and big tears dripped from her golden eyes as her lip trembled in fear. But the Mage knew she was yanking his chain, knew she was trying to force him to sympathy and with a wave of his scepter she fell into a deep slumber.
She awoke next upon the Auction block, her 'uniform' such as it was stripped from her, and left her covered in nothing but a simple sackcloth shift, her wrists were shackled and she lay awkwardly upon her side, ankles shackled as well to prevent her escape, a collar of black leather studded with polished, and gleaming silver studs rested about her neck and as she rose into a sitting position, she heard, and felt the clank of a chain attached to the back of that as well, clanking, and falling against her flesh, the cold steel causing a hiss to escape her lips. Eyes of golden fire swept over the assembled byers, over half masked, or having covered their faces in some manner, but even amongst them she saw several shiver as her gaze passed over them, eyes seeming to meet with each, and every resident of the hall, and she rose to her feet with a slow, sinuous, predatory elegance, opening her mouth to speak in a sweet-soft voice, "I am not for Sale..." It was all she managed to speak, as a wicked shock passed from the collar about her neck into her sensitive flesh, driving her to her knees, "As you can see she has not yet been trained, or broken, however this does make her a valuable commodity as you may train her as you wish, for whatever you wish"
The voice came from behind her and she turned to look upon the slave master, or rather... Slave mistress... The woman was completely naked, but for a golden barbell piercing through each nipple, and a golden mask that covered only her eyes, her stark white hair cascaded to pool upon the platform beneath her, but seemed also to move subtly, shifting, as though uneasy, independent from the motions of her head. Her dark, tanned skin contrasted fiercely with her piercings and mask, setting them seemingly aglow upon her skin her nethers were devoid of hair, and as the girls eyes traveled up the slave mistresses body she noted the pointed ears and gasped audibly, this woman was an elf! Her eyes widened, and she swallowed, returning her gaze to the crowd, knowing she could at least intimidate some of them, if not the elven woman behind her. "Look at her my dear buyers, such a fierce pride, such a fire, she will serve you well if you can tame her" The woman flashed her crowd a broad grin, and knelt behind the slave up for auction, soft fingers pressing against the girls spine beneath the sack cloth garment, making her gasp, and arch backwards slightly, youthful breasts bouncing with the motion and bringing a soft, "Oooh" from the crowd, hands began to rise in silence, small soft numbers forming over their heads as the bidding began...
The girl watched, and cried out gently as the slave mistresses fingers worked down along her spine, soft tingles of a gentle magic entering her body, and causing her to squirm, and writhe before the audience, the proud thief's sinuous motions causing her price to rise again as the watchers noted how well her muscles were trained for motion, watched, as her body writhed, and squirmed, but refused to fight back against the elfs tormenting fingers. The girl could only watch in horror as soft, dark fingers left her back, and grasped a leg in each hand, dark fingers contrasting with her milky skin as they dragged upwards along her thighs, pulling the hem of her sackcloth shift up higher... higher... drawing it up towards her stomach as soft, dark fingers slipped ever higher, a gasp, soft, and sweet as those wicked fingers brushed against what had been hidden from the crowd, soft tears trickled from her golden eyes as those dark fingers gently brushed across her young sex, devoid of even the hints of hair the girl squirmed, and writhed, struggled to return to some modicum of decency, "No... nononono!" The woman smiled, and her own bright, silver eyes lifted to regard the crowd from behind her mask. "She is a virgin."
And bidding was brisk
Darkness encroached upon the girls vision, swirling vortices of light and darkness commingling within her head before the darkness swallowed her whole...
Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she blinked in the harsh light of day, the sun overhead proclaiming it to be mid morning but she could have no idea how long she had slept, she wriggled slightly as she closed her eyes again, to lull any that watched over her to a false sense of security, feeling soft hay beneath her, and hearing the sound of wagon wheels creaking she could only surmise that she was on her way to her unknown master, or mistresses place leaving her only this slender opportunity to escape... until she tried to spring up, her shackles snapped with a loud crack and she cried out in pain as her motion was arrested by chains, binding her wrists and ankles through surprisingly comfortable leather lined cuffs and she was forced down upon the hay as a soft sound of laughter echoed somewhere up above her head forcing her to arch her back, planting her feet and tilting her head back to get a better look at the owner of the laughing voice, but all she could see topping the wooden partition of the wagon was a head of greasy brown hair, cut short, and carefully maintained but not really cared for, perhaps a trader?
She shook her head then and inhaled deeply to try and calm her troubled mind focusing upon her problem, and possible solutions, for the moment at least she was stuck, but as soon as he looked into her eyes... however tiring it was for her, he would be hers, she smiled faintly as she remembered her ability, faintly as she felt rested enough to use it at least once, and the wagon rattled on as she watched the clouds, and the sky, the distant walls of the city visible between her spread legs as she lifted her head slightly to watch the scenery rolling past, perhaps in another time, this would have been a nice trip, the lush green grasses, and budding trees, the soft hues of nature soon closing in around them as her heart sank... She was not given to the superstitions of many other city dwellers, but the leaves overhead, and the treetrunks soon closing around them made her heart beat faster, she knew where they were now, the Ivory wood far enough from the city to be a source of wonder and mystery for the dwellers of the city, but close enough for tales to reach the ears of any who listened.
And she had listened well indeed, as the Wagon rumbled onwards a soft keening sound echoed in the wind, like the cry of a lost soul unable to pass into the haven of the elements she trembled within her chains and they set to a symphony of rattles as tremors shook her spine... but it was the pale face off to the left of the wagon that sent her again into the grips of the darkness, its face twisted into a hideous expression of agony and torment, its flesh pale and dissolving eyeballs dripping from rotted sockets, it took much to make her afraid, but this... this was too much... And once again she slept...
Once again she awoke near cursing herself for her lapse of time but this time the sight was one less pleasant, she awoke to stone walls, although embroidered with fine tapestries, she knew it for the cage it was when she saw the bars that stretched across the cavernous entrance opposite to the embroidered wall behind her, she was dressed again in her uniform as opposed to her sackcloth raiment and she breathed a soft sigh of relief, perhaps she had been rescued? Or perhaps her master simply preferred her in this? She could not know either way and so hitched up her leather bodice letting it cup her budding breasts again as she sat, crosslegged upon the stone, closing her eyes to meditate, and awaiting her buyer.
She was not left waiting long, as she focused upon the problem at hand, a bell tolled gently within the rooms of an elder man, indicating that she had awoken and he clambered from his bed to dress, with the aid of a servant, and a slave who's very glare could have stopped the old mans heart, but as silken finery was pulled about his body, and his feet were clad in leather soled boots soft enough to cushion his feet in comfort he looked every inch the snobbish gentleman he was, he smiled as he slipped from his room, the slave holding the door open for him as he passed the great portal, double doors of carven mahogany that marked his bedroom, a flicker of movement ahead of him however brought a soft smile to his lips and he held his arms wide as a young woman of perhaps sixteen, possessing fiery red hair, and skin of near ebony hue telling of many hours in the sun approached to grant her elderly father a gentle hug, “Welcome home father” Her voice was kind, and soft as she addressed her father and smiled up into his eyes, bringing rather unfatherly emotions to the fore and he parted with the girl gently to hide his... condition “Did your trading trip go well?” And this caused his lips to curve up into a gentle smile, “Yes my darling, I purchased many new things, and have two gifts for you” He smiled gently and foraged within his robes to draw forth a weapon of beautiful, and elegant design, a blade of curved Obsidian within a sheath of carefully embossed steel set with silver inlay. The girl squealed excitedly as she looked upon the blade and he passed it to her, watching as she took it with a soft look upon it, fondling the sheath gently as she looked up to her father with those big green eyes, “Oh Father, thank you! This is so beautiful” she smiled brightly as she looked up to her father and he smiled as he sent her scurrying to the courtyard to practice with the elegant weapon, and made his way down the stairs to see to his daughters second present.
She looked up with those big Golden eyes as the man made his way down the stairs, she could hear the sound of his feet on the stairs as he descended before standing before her cage, looking upon her with barely concealed lust, his eyes were small and piggy, but roamed every inch of her leatherclad body, letting his eyes linger upon her collar and shackles although at least her shackles were not attached to anything his portly stomach heaving beneath the silk grotesquely as he drew breath after his meeting with his daughter, and his descent of the stairs he felt exhausted, devoid of his usual palanquin. “Hello girl” He said as he looked upon her, his voice rough and rasping, and the girls legs flexed beneath her as she lunged for the bars like a wild beast, her hand arrowing between the bars and gripping his silken robes within a small fist, yanking him towards the bars, and hissing as her eyes narrowed and took on an unnatural glow “Let me out” It was not respectful or kind, it was a harshly hissed command, as though she expected to be obeyed, no matter who wore the collar, but his right hand lifted to point at her neck and the collar adorning it, she gasped as she felt it begin to tighten and she released him quickly, he kept his finger pointed at her though for a while longer, letting the collar tighten till she was forced to gasp for breath before finally letting it drop the collar immediately relaxing again “That was not wise girl” he smiled, and tried to wipe the terror from his face with a leer at his young would-be assassin, “Perhaps I will not let you out after all...”
She knew it was a trick, a trap to secure her obedience but she knew she had to say it, she could not stay here in this cage forever, “I am sorry master” She blushed as she spoke the final word, scrunching up her face slightly as though the very word was utterly distasteful, “I was simply surprised master forgive me?” She smiled then, softly, and warmly as she looked up to him “You truly are like my daughter, even to the face, so similar” He smiled as he looked to her, and a shiver climbed up her spine, :”Body, and attitude both, respectful when you know who is in charge, foulmouthed, and foul attitude when you think you can get away with it, well little girl, you are a gift for my daughter, behave, and perhaps you won't come to the end you fear” He smiled again as he looked to her, but even in that kind smile she detected the lie he spoke, he wanted her... or rather, he wanted his daughter, but if he could not have her, then he would settle for this slave that looked like her, there was only one way to delay, only one way to have a hope of escape, “Yes master, I will be good, you command my collar after all, you could kill me if you wished” She trailed off at those words as she looked up to him, letting soft flickers of fear dance in her golden eyes as though cowed by the thought.
Impressed by her intelligence, or perhaps her addressing him as master had done the trick either way the corpulent trader smiled upon her for a moment, “Aright child, I will test you, I will be sending down my daughter to pick you up soon”