Chapter 10: Prisoner
It was morning, and I was sore-again. Master had taken me for more than four hours last night and again before he left this morning. I didn't know what to do with this man's stamina.
Jolan came in a little later and instructed me to bathe. I managed to hobble my way there and soak while Jolan fetched some ointment from the physician that took care of my burning entrance. I applied the stuff before sighing and dressing myself and prepared to be led to the pleasure slaves' quarters.
I realized that I had done nothing else since my arrival here but sit in wait in the pleasure slaves' quarters or spend my time being fucked senseless by the Master until I was sore and hurting. I thought to change that.
Turning to Jolan, I looked out of the window. "Jolan...do you think that I could go out to there?" I asked, motioning down to the large walled in gardens. "Or perhaps the stables?" I asked with a surge of hopeful excitement. I missed being around horses. They calmed my spirit.
Jolan looked at me before frowning. "I do not think it would be wise to go out to the stables, but I am sure that Gita will not have an issue with your going out to the garden." he said.
I smiled. "Many thanks." I said, before following the male out to the large hallway. We went down a servant's staircase before he led me down a few corridors and out into a large courtyard filled with flowers.
I smiled a little at the sight of the large, walled gardens. Master didn't seem to be one to like things like this, so I was unconcerned about running into him here. I sighed, closing my eyes as the sun hit my face. For a while, I imagined that I was back out in the fields-freer than I was right now, and much happier.
"You're mine...forever, Amer." What was that supposed to mean? My hand went to briefly touch the shoulder that still throbbed slightly with the small bruise Master had made with his mouth last night, and I sighed. What was it about me that he was so drawn to?
But the gardens were beautiful, and quiet. For once I was not under the scrutiny of jealous pleasure slaves, or lustful and rude guards. The seasons were changing and a lot of these plants were beginning to wilt. I picked a just-dying flower and held it, humming a soft sleep melody Zera taught me.
As I walked, I found myself thinking back to my old home, and to Zera. I missed her dearly, and I so yearned for her to be here with me. It would make this almost a happy life. I wondered how she and the others were faring under the hands of Ztener.
My mind turned to other things, like the whereabouts of Hamesh. I was no fool; I knew he was going to attempt to do something to me in revenge. I just did not know what. Spiteful people like him never could leave well enough alone, and I knew that my being here was a thorn in his pretty side. So, I knew that I needed to keep my eyes open, but for what? Honestly, life would be so much easier if I was completely unattractive to anyone. If I could simply just stay in the stables all day, tending horses-I'm sure I would be happy, even as a slave.
Sighing, I stood from the bench I had wandered to and began to try to make my way back to the manor. Seems like I had gotten caught in the maze and had to work my way out. It was nearing second meal by the time I found the house again. Jolan stood there, fretting.
"Where have you been?" he cried, coming to me.
"I got lost in the maze," I said simply. "I sat down to think and then when I looked up, noticed I was a little lost."
Jolan frowned, looking me over. "You are very nearly late for your afternoon meal with Gita."
I blanched. That wasn't good. Jolan took me inside to an unfamiliar bathing chamber and instructed me to wash my hands and arms and such, before hurrying me along to the dining hall.
Entering the dining hall, Gita looked at me with a frown. I winced a little, before going to take my seat behind him.
"Eat this," Gita said, handing me a large roll again, this time filled with meat, before returning to his conversation. I nodded in thanks, though he could not see me.
"So, my Lord, when will you be heading out?" Asked one of the men around the table. Master was leaving? Was I to be left here in his absence?
"Near dawn," Gita said briefly, before returning to his meal.
I bit my lip, and slowly finished the meat bun. As the afternoon meal ended, I stood and followed Gita out and headed towards the pleasure slave's quarters, as was my normal routine. I faltered though, when my Master called my name.
"Amer," he said, and I stilled, turning to face him, bowing a bit. "You will remain in my rooms for the course of my absence."
I blinked in confusion. How long would that be? And surely Master didn't mean that he wanted me to stay in his rooms? I couldn't sleep in his rooms without his presence. And already I was detested by the other pleasure slaves; imagine their jealousy at my being invited to occupy the Master's quarters in his absence.
"I...do not understand, Master." I said softly.
Gita advanced a few steps and grabbed my upper arm. "You heard what I said. You are to remain in my rooms unless otherwise accompanied by Jolan. You will not lay anywhere but my bed. You will not lay with anyone else." As he said this, his grip on my arm grew painful and he shook me a bit. "If you disobey me, you will pay dearly for it. Do you understand?"
I gasped, resisting the urge to twist away. "Y-yes Master," I forced out, cursing how fearful my voice was. This was the first time Master had hurt me in any form, and I hoped that whatever had angered him would not be released onto me. Master was considerably larger than me, and I knew that a blow from him would likely either break bones or send me unconscious.
A strange emotion passed over Master's face as he released me. Immediately, my hand went up to my bruised arm.
"Come," my Master ordered. "You will help me prepare for my journey."
"Yes Master," I said, eyes lowered as I followed him to his rooms with a sinking feeling in my gut. Would Master hurt me again?
As we entered the rooms, and the guards closed the door behind us, Master turned to me, his grey eyes looking me over. "Come to me, Amer," he ordered, and I bit my lip, stepping closer.
My Master stared down at me and I resisted the urge to shuffle or look up at him, fixing my gaze securely on the floor. I blinked as Gita placed a few fingers under my chin and made me look at him.
"You do know that I do not aim to hurt you, Amer," he said.
I actually didn't know that, but I forced out a "Yes Master."
Gita looked down at me. "Good," he said with a small, barely there smile.
