CHAPTER 7, Making Do and Doing Without.
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Ian Starack did not know of the boon that was owed to Lady Alaska by Karren Teste.
He had honestly thought that he would die.
But as death seemed inevitable he wanted to die with courage and full of attitude.
So having his marriage proposal accepted was a genuine surprise to him.
A normal undisciplined man might start feeling overly confident and cocky.
But you do not get to be a Head Royal Gaurd one any planet by being a mere normal undisciplined man.
He knew that is was vital, despite the very few ‘dates’ they had, among all the decisions making, that he not “put out” and ever sleep with Baroness Karren until the rings were on both their fingers.
He knew there was something else happening, some angle that he was not yet seeing.
Once she got what she wanted it might mean that she simply killed him.
For now, he would do without answers.
He was still a constantly guarded prisoner.
Waiting for the protection of the married title of regent!
For now, he would “make do”…
Karren Teste the new Baroness of the planet Bolox knew that Lady Alaska did not have her planets best interest an heart.
She knew there was something else happening, some angle that she was not yet seeing.
Karren was both frustrated and slightly impressed at Ian Staracks polite and tactful rebuttals on their “Dates”.
Her acceptance of his marriage proposal might have been a problem.
It might have shifted the psychological balance of power far too much in Ian's favour.
But on each date, he did not act arrogant, or cocky, or full of himself.
He was polite, considerate, modest and still refusing to sleep with her!
It was frustrating and in a weird way also fascinating.
She had never met a man who was not just a mere dog being lead by groin before.
It was like discovering an entirely new species of previously unknown handsome male!
For now, she would do without her s*x.
She was constantly fantasising about having him now.
Waiting for the right window of opportunity!
For now, she would “make do”…
Lady Alaska of the Small Traders Alliance played with a gold, jewel-encrusted security card between he fingers.
She knew there was something else happening, But she knew all the angles.
There was not much worth knowing that she did not see or predict.
The gold, jewel-encrusted security card was the old personal key card to previous Baron's private quarters.
It was useless now, of course, the assassination had meant it was now invalid.
She was still slightly bemused that the previous Baron of Bolox had outright handed it willingly to her.
It was a very stupid thing to have ever done.
She had then simply lent the same card to her master for his use.
It had been one of the easiest royal assassinations ever!
Lady Silk had done well,
Lady silk deserved a rewarding drink of the finest brandy.
Lady Alaska slowly poured a drink for herself of the finest brandy and luxuriated in a much-loved sip.
Briefly, for now, she would do without the weight of the quadrant on her shoulders.
She was constantly pretending for a living.
Always, waiting for the right window of opportunity!
For now, she would “make do”…
The one good thing about constant s****l assaults, torture and being diminished to only being a mere thing in our world,
Is that, eventually, you die!
There is one thing far worse than constant s****l assaults, torture and being diminished to only being a mere thing.
That would be constant s****l assaults, torture and being diminished to only being a mere thing in a universe with both futuristic technology and magic by those with an unlimited budget!
Because they can keep “Rebuilding” you as new, complete with brand new, undulled nerve endings!
You can be kept alive for as long as you have some apparent entertainment value.
And a young 18-year-old woman holds A LOT of entertainment value for A LOT of sick minded people!
But they very rarely (unless specifically requested by a “Customer”) care about the state of the victims mind!
Almost all, almost one hundred per cent of victims just break.
Some become husks.
Some become abusers to fellow prisoners
Some become empire worshipping zealots deluding themselves that they love their abusers in a twisted attempt to try and stay mentally sentient.
“ALMOST” all, “ALMOST” one hundred per cent of victims just break, ONLY “ALMOST”!
Because no class of sentient beings have or ever can be, subjugated forever.
For those that imagine that any people can be subjugated forever, I would like to humbly submit exhibit “A” as my only single piece of evidence!
Exhibit “A”, being the Whole of Human History!
Terisa had been a colonist on a small patch of dirt minding their own business.
But none of them where Imperial Citizens so none of them counted as any more than disposable livestock under imperial law.
Slavers had attacked and captured her and her family.
The had then been sold to the Barren of Bolox.
As one of the Barren’s sick games, he had invited her to try and guess which of the beaten beyond recognition men tied to the wall was her father.
When she got it wrong she was systematically physically gutted with knives, raped and then constantly put back together.
The Barens “Birthday party” had seen many guests use her for their pleasure is a large variety of sick and twisted ways.
Millions of victims across the empire over thousands of years had all been broken.
Almost all always are.
But “Almost all” is not the same as “All”.
If you buy enough lottery tickets, over enough time (if you could live forever), sooner or later you are bound to win, no matter how extreme the odds might be!
If you threw a twenty billion twenty died dice for long enough, then one day, eventually, they will all land on an unmodified twenty at once!
It may take billions upon billions of years, but eventually, it will most certainly happen.
While almost all are broken in spirit and mind by such an existence, shear random causality made her mind hit the jackpot.
Instead of being broken, instead, Terisas mind became that one piece of coal out of endless other pieces of coal that became a massive, most rarely coloured, diamond!
She now hated all royalty of the Empire in a way that gave clarity of purpose most other beings never attained!
You needed decent guards when transporting and guarding the unbroken.
However, Once they were broken they were no longer ever a threat.
So, In a universal and a long history of broken slaves. Only the weakest, most injured and nearest their retirement guards were put on duty in the royal “pleasure pits”.
It was the dullest and easiest of all duties.
(Can you see where this is going yet? Dear reader….!)
For now, Terisa took her terrible abuse.
To the whole world, she seemed as broken as the rest.
However, She was not really broken.
For now, she would do without her revenge.
She was only constantly pretending.
Waiting for the right window of opportunity!
For now, she would “make do”…
For now…
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