circular stone
dungeon. It was thirty feet from where he stood to the other side
of the circle where Orèlan’s cell was. Where she was being held a
prisoner as naked as he was.
The wooden doors to the dungeon screeched on
rusted hinges as they opened, turning his gaze. It had been an hour
or more since they had been forced down into the bowels of
Valcourt, into this dungeon and these cells, and now, Alexei had
arrived. Next to Alexei was a small Asian man and behind them were
two of Alexei’s Russian guards.
“It is me you want, Alexei!” Wyndham shouted.
“Then take me! I will not fight you any longer.”
“No!” Orèlan cried from her cell, but Wyndham
could not see her, as she cowered against the sidewall of her
cell.
“Silence!” Alexei shouted. “I will not have
your sickening displays of love!” Wyndham watched Alexei turn to
him at the same moment he waved the guards to Orèlan’s cell, while
he said, “It is not time, Khrisinan, for you to surrender to me
yet.”
Wyndham’s jaw tightened, Alexei appeared
disheveled and distraught. He looked edgy, as though he were
cornered with no escape. Yet, that made no sense and Wyndham had a
hard time believing Alexei’s behavior was strictly over
jealousy.
“I will consider it,” Alexei continued,
turning to watch Orèlan, who was being forced naked from her cell
between the guards. “But my revenge first! I will have my
revenge!”
“No!” Wyndham shouted, even as the guards
lifted Orèlan, who struggled against their strength, up onto a
wooden circular slab raised in the center of the room. She never
cried out as she fought them, but she did fight them, with
terrified whimpers when the guards began to tie her spread eagle
onto her back.
“I will come to you willingly!” Wyndham
shouted with desperation. “If you do this to her, I will fight you to my last breath!” Wyndham watched Alexei turn
his fevered gaze to him as Orèlan screamed a muffled sound of
denial through the gag that the guards had put over her mouth.
“We will see what you might do when I am
finished,” Alexei said, eerily calm. “The final game has just
begun,” he finished.
Alexei was not making any sense, Wyndham thought, trying to quell his rising panic as he watched the
small Asian man move to stand at Orèlan’s feet.
“Shave the slut, Quay,” Alexei ordered in a
sickeningly soft voice as Orèlan whimpered. Wyndham sucked in a
tight breath as Alexei turned his gaze to him, and he hissed, “One
half a marker for this, Khrisinan.”
Wyndham could not help the hatred unmasked
from his gaze as he glared at Alexei, and he spat. “I will never forgive you for this!”
“We will see,” Alexei whispered, then in a
sharper voice he said, “You have lied to me about this slut,
Khrisinan, yet I am still being fair. Two and one half markers, you
still owe me.”
Wyndham clenched the bars as he watched the
Asian, named Quay, unrolling a leather pouch of instruments between
Orèlan’s feet. Wyndham squinted his eyes to see, as Quay chose a
straight razor, lifting it from the pouch. It was then, Wyndham
realized that the rest of the instruments he saw were for skin
tattooing. Christ, he nearly fell to his knees in relief,
but he clutched the bars holding himself upright. Alexei was going
to brand Orèlan . . . but he was not going to kill her.
Orèlan looked fearfully at the small Asian
man, Alexei had called Quay, as Quay brought forward a bowl of
water, a sponge, and a cake of soap to set beside her hip. Quay,
lathered the sponge with the soap as he looked down at her exposed
sex, and it was then, she finally realized what he meant to do, at
Alexei’s command. She struggled then, against the ropes holding her
ankles and wrists splayed wide across the wooden slab, as Quay
lifted the wetly lathered sponge toward her pubic curls.
“Lay still,” Wyndham ordered her from his
cell, and she heard Alexei laugh harshly as Wyndham continued to
say, “He will cut you, if
dungeon. It was thirty feet from where he stood to the other side
of the circle where Orèlan’s cell was. Where she was being held a
prisoner as naked as he was.
The wooden doors to the dungeon screeched on
rusted hinges as they opened, turning his gaze. It had been an hour
or more since they had been forced down into the bowels of
Valcourt, into this dungeon and these cells, and now, Alexei had
arrived. Next to Alexei was a small Asian man and behind them were
two of Alexei’s Russian guards.
“It is me you want, Alexei!” Wyndham shouted.
“Then take me! I will not fight you any longer.”
“No!” Orèlan cried from her cell, but Wyndham
could not see her, as she cowered against the sidewall of her
cell.
“Silence!” Alexei shouted. “I will not have
your sickening displays of love!” Wyndham watched Alexei turn to
him at the same moment he waved the guards to Orèlan’s cell, while
he said, “It is not time, Khrisinan, for you to surrender to me
yet.”
Wyndham’s jaw tightened, Alexei appeared
disheveled and distraught. He looked edgy, as though he were
cornered with no escape. Yet, that made no sense and Wyndham had a
hard time believing Alexei’s behavior was strictly over
jealousy.
“I will consider it,” Alexei continued,
turning to watch Orèlan, who was being forced naked from her cell
between the guards. “But my revenge first! I will have my
revenge!”
“No!” Wyndham shouted, even as the guards
lifted Orèlan, who struggled against their strength, up onto a
wooden circular slab raised in the center of the room. She never
cried out as she fought them, but she did fight them, with
terrified whimpers when the guards began to tie her spread eagle
onto her back.
“I will come to you willingly!” Wyndham
shouted with desperation. “If you do this to her, I will fight you to my last breath!” Wyndham watched Alexei turn
his fevered gaze to him as Orèlan screamed a muffled sound of
denial through the gag that the guards had put over her mouth.
“We will see what you might do when I am
finished,” Alexei said, eerily calm. “The final game has just
begun,” he finished.
Alexei was not making any sense, Wyndham thought, trying to quell his rising panic as he watched the
small Asian man move to stand at Orèlan’s feet.
“Shave the slut, Quay,” Alexei ordered in a
sickeningly soft voice as Orèlan whimpered. Wyndham sucked in a
tight breath as Alexei turned his gaze to him, and he hissed, “One
half a marker for this, Khrisinan.”
Wyndham could not help the hatred unmasked
from his gaze as he glared at Alexei, and he spat. “I will never forgive you for this!”
“We will see,” Alexei whispered, then in a
sharper voice he said, “You have lied to me about this slut,
Khrisinan, yet I am still being fair. Two and one half markers, you
still owe me.”
Wyndham clenched the bars as he watched the
Asian, named Quay, unrolling a leather pouch of instruments between
Orèlan’s feet. Wyndham squinted his eyes to see, as Quay chose a
straight razor, lifting it from the pouch. It was then, Wyndham
realized that the rest of the instruments he saw were for skin
tattooing. Christ, he nearly fell to his knees in relief,
but he clutched the bars holding himself upright. Alexei was going
to brand Orèlan . . . but he was not going to kill her.
Orèlan looked fearfully at the small Asian
man, Alexei had called Quay, as Quay brought forward a bowl of
water, a sponge, and a cake of soap to set beside her hip. Quay,
lathered the sponge with the soap as he looked down at her exposed
sex, and it was then, she finally realized what he meant to do, at
Alexei’s command. She struggled then, against the ropes holding her
ankles and wrists splayed wide across the wooden slab, as Quay
lifted the wetly lathered sponge toward her pubic curls.
“Lay still,” Wyndham ordered her from his
cell, and she heard Alexei laugh harshly as Wyndham continued to
say, “He will cut you, if
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