Faedan
“Is everything ready for tonight?” Gozredal asked. “Yes, Master.” I replied. “That's what I like to hear. Now, grab those boxes over there and get Yurah prepared.” he said, pointing to the silver boxes on his desk. I grabbed the boxes and left the office. I was worried about tonight.
The man named Leo had promised to return for us. I didn’t know how to tell Yurah. I didn’t want to give her false hope just in case Leo didn’t show. His plan was insane and I wasn’t too thrilled about what I needed to do.
Leo grinned and said all I had to do was keep Gozredal busy until the appointed time. It was easy for him to say, not knowing that I would have to do something f*****g drastic in order to distract him on such a busy night. I sighed as I made my way back to my room. I looked through the small window and saw that Yurah was still gone.
Gozredal had ordered that she be cleaned for tonight’s activities. He didn’t want to disappoint his buyer by making him lay with a dirty w***e. Yurah was promptly whisked away to be given her first bath in months. She had a sad look on her face when she left her room.
I had to explain to her the other day what the Master had planned for tonight. I thought she would be upset and angry. Instead she had given me a sad smile, her eyes filled with sorrow. She stopped talking after that, only answering when it was necessary. Her happy smile had disappeared and she always kept her head down.
I heard the doors to her room opening. She looked at me through the window, giving me a small wave. I walked over to her room and closed her door. “Yurah, Gozredal wants you to wear this tonight.” I told her, holding out the boxes. She opened the lid and pulled out the evening gown I picked out for her. It was a satin maroon halter V-neck. The dress was long and elegant.
“It’s beautiful.” she murmured as she held the material against her skin. She carefully placed it on her bed and opened the second box. She lifted the white lace lingerie, her cheeks bright red. I cleared my throat. “It was the most modest set I could find.” I told her, unable to look at her. She giggled and put the box down.
“I hate that you’re being forced to give yourself to another.” my voice was low and possessive. “It is not your fault that I’m in this situation.” she said softly. I wanted to tell her that tonight wouldn’t be ending the way she expected it to. I wanted her to know that she was going to be safe and that no one was going to touch her without her permission.
I lifted my hand to her cheek. “Yurah, I-” the door opened, Aaron was standing on the other side. “It’s time for you to get ready.” he said, motioning to the two women behind him. They were equipped with hair styling tools and makeup. I dropped my hand and nodded. I marched out of the room without looking back.
Phoebe
I pulled up the top of my dress. Samantha and Everlee had insisted that I wear the tightest dress they could find. It was sleeveless and black. The material was a soft velvet and clung to my body. The material did not bunch up and displayed my curves perfectly.
I was scared to wear it at first, but the look in Titus’s eyes when he saw me quickly chased away my doubts. He had pressed me into the wall and licked his lips. He whispered deliciously wicked things that had my legs shaking with anticipation. On the ride over to the villa, he kept his hand wrapped around my waist, his eyes glimmering with sensual promise.
I held on tightly to Titus’s arm as he led us through Gozredal’s home. The place was beautifully furnished. The room filled with sweet scents that came off the floral displays. Servants dressed in black and white livery walked around with trays of food and drinks. I would’ve been impressed if this wasn’t a charade put on for the masses.
I studied Titus. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark teal button down. His beard was freshly trimmed and his brown eyes were alert. He looked ridiculously sweet. He cleared his throat, “Phoebe, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to f**k you in front of all of these people. And as much as I would love to hear you scream my name, we have to focus on the mission.”
I snapped my head forward, trying to ignore the quivering in my stomach and the sudden ache between my thighs. Titus chuckled as he changed our course to the food table. The room was set up with several windowed enclosures. Slaves with anti-magic collars when displayed inside.
The slaves were dangerously skinny, their faces lifeless. My heart ached for them. Was Faedan really being kept in such grave conditions? We watched the people in the crowd. They milled about laughing, moving from one window to the next. Goddess, I couldn’t wait to burn this place down to the ground.
I continued to scan the room, looking for the man Faedan described in his notes. A man with black hair and brown eyes caught my attention. He was formally dressed but carried weapons on his hip. He was dressed like the rest of security but his face was soft. I nudged Titus and motioned with my head. “That’s him.” I whispered.
Titus looked in his direction and gave a quick nod. I tiptoed and gave Titus a quick kiss before making my way over to the man. “Hello, Aaron.” I addressed the man sweetly. He furrowed his brow and offered me a smile. “Hello. I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance, Ms.?” he said politely. “It's actually Princess. Princess Phoebe Virmys of Nythsgroth. I believe you know my brother.” I said loud enough for only him to hear.
Aaron’s smile dropped, his body tense. I felt Titus’s presence near, calming my nerves. “Listen, Aaron, I’m here for Faedan. I need your help.” I said, speaking louder and moving closer to him. Aaron started to look around, his eyes hinting at his distress. “I’m not sure of what you’re talking about, Princess. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
Aaron tried to get past me, walking into Titus. Titus towered over him; his shoulders almost double in size. Aaron stepped back, his eyes searching for an escape. I placed a hand on his chest and smiled up at him. “I don’t think I need to explain how bad it would be for you if I told the Council how you participated in the enslavement of a royal.” I whispered again.
He looked down at me, I could smell his fear. “What do you need me to do?” I gave him a bright smile and patted his chest. Titus gave a satisfied grunt from behind me. I looked down at my watch, it was almost time to start.
Faedan
I watched the hallway clock tick. The guests should be settling in the main event hall. I took a deep breath and walked over to Yurah’s room. The women preparing her walked out with happy smiles. I knocked on her door, entering when her soft reply came. I made sure to leave the door open. Yurah stood from the bed, I felt like I was about to pass out.
Her pale skin looked luminescent against the maroon dress. They pinned up her hair in an intricate coiffure, tiny brown ringlets fell around the nape of her neck. Her makeup was light, with a bit of lip color that made her pouty lips bright pink. She was breath-takingly stunning. She nervously brushed the front of her dress.
“Do I look ok?” she asked shyly. “You’re the very definition of perfection.” I said with honesty. She blushed at my words. My heart seized in my chest; I loved this woman. No matter what happened tonight, I refused to regret what I was about to do. I walked up to Yurah and wrapped my hands around her waist.
I pulled her lithe frame against me. She blushed harder, her gaze never wavering from mine. I grazed my thumb across her soft cheek. “Yurah, I love you. I don't want any other man to see you like this. I want to be the only man who makes you blush. I want to wake up with you and greet the day with a smile. I want to be the only one to touch you. I want to be the only to bring you pleasure.”
A tear fell from Yurah’s eye. “How?” she asked. “I have a plan; I know it will work. Please, trust in me.” I whispered to her. She bobbed her head, “Ok.” I pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft and she smelled like rain. Her small hands grabbed at my suit, pulling me closer. I could hear footsteps behind me.
I felt strong hands pull me back, our kiss breaking with an audible smack. “What the hell do you think you're doing, slave?!” The guard shouted. Another guard entered the room and started to beat me. I covered my face and tucked in my knees, Yurah’s screams filling the room. I was fighting to remain conscious. When the guards stopped their assault, they pulled me up and dragged me out of the room, Yurah’s loud sobs following us.
They dragged me to Gozredal’s sitting room, where his friends waited. They were dressed in fancy attire, already laughing at the broken Prince. The guards tied me to two posts, my hands up high, my knees on the ground. A guard held Yurah close as we waited for the Master to come.
Gozredal
I walked out onto the patio and addressed my guests. “Good evening everyone. I would like to thank you for attending this month's Discovery exhibit. Please enjoy yourselves to your heart's content!” The room applauded as I made my way down stairs. I frequented several circles and listened to multiple conversations.
“Do you think she will make an appearance?” a female guest asked her friend. I rolled my eyes, They must be talking about the slut. The friend shrugged, “Why would she waste her time on this? All he has to offer her is the nymph, who is nowhere to be found. Besides, everyone knows her collection is unrivaled.”
I struggled to control my rage as I grabbed the female’s neck. “That stupid cunt wishes she had a collection like mine. I dare her to step foot into my home, I would kill her on sight.” I bit out, my hold on her throat tightened. She failed about, trying to break my hold and scratching at my hand. Her friend was terrified, pleading for me to stop.
“Sir, we have a situation going on in the sitting room.” a guard said as he approached me. I gave the girl a hard shove, tossing her against the wall. I stormed out of the room. How dare they disrespect me in my own home?! That f*****g Calypso ruins everything, tarnishing my name at every turn!
I kicked in the doors to the sitting room. The prince was bloodied and tied up to the posts. “WHAT THE f**k IS GOING ON HERE?!” I bellowed. My head guard, Adam, stepped forward. “This slave was kissing the nymph.” he said gesturing to Yurah. I could feel my self-control slipping.
“You would dare put your hands on my property?!” I shouted. Faedan refused to answer me, my patient finally snapped. I held out my hand where Adam placed the bullwhip with a barbed metal tip. Yurah let out a loud cry, arousing my fury further. I walked over to Faedan and delivered the first blow. The crack of the whip echoed throughout the room. My friends started to laugh.
I continued to rain down on him, venting out my frustrations. Faedan back was bloodied and torn, his blood pooling at his knees. Yurah cried, pleading for mercy for her lover. The sound of her voice only made me angrier. I screamed for her to be removed, her punishment to be decided. The guards dragged her out of the room, her lean body struggling the whole time.
Faedan remained silent, never letting out a sound of discomfort. Perhaps I killed him with the first whip. A long bang sounded off from downstairs, shaking the house. I could hear a commotion and the sound of screams accompanied by thunderous footsteps.
My special guests were becoming uneasy, their loud whispers stilling my movements. I handed the whip back to Adam and wiped my hands on a clean cloth. “Do not worry my friends. I’m sure everything is under control.” I reassured them. The doors burst open; a bloodied guard stood at the entrance.
“Sir, we are being attacked!” he screamed. His head was suddenly severed and fell to the floor, his body landing next to it a few seconds later. My guests started to scream and panic. I barked out orders, evacuating the room. Adam shielded me as we ran into the hall, my beautiful home was crumbling down. Screams and gunfire sounding off.
Slaves were running around free amongst the chaos. Several of them rushed at us, many with weapons, striking down my companions. Adam was able to protect me for a majority of the time; his sudden demise was swift as a bullet pierced his skull. I was on my own, pushing my way out of the rubble.