Slave

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Chapter 18
The Fight for Cassandra


Seth growled and stood up facing Jon. “If you touch her again I promise you will die on your knees today.”
Seth ripped off his shirt freeing himself of anything that would restrict his movements. The dungeon’s atmosphere made the shirt easy to remove for it was damp and half rotten. Seth’s left foot moved forward as he widened his stance, knees slightly bent. He placed his left fist forward and his right close to his chest. He was unarmed but that didn’t matter to him. Jon crossed his arms
"The one left standing wins her over," Jon called.
Seth’s body langue seemed to speak louder than any threat could, earning a healthy laugh from Jon.
“Straight to the point I see. I will miss that the most about you my friend.”
Jon reached out, grabbed Cassandra; she felt something tug at her wrists and ankles. She opened her eyes to see Jon binding her wrists and ankles with chains.
"What the hell are you doing?" she cried at him indignantly.
He wrapped a cloth around her mouth to silence her.
"I want you here after I take care of this," he said huskily. "You are not to move."
She writhed beneath him and screeched obscenities through the cloth. Smiling, Jon leaned over her and smiled at Seth as he brushed his fingers through her hair. Seth stood ready at the other end. Jon looked down at Cassandra and grabbed her face.
"I'll have you back," he said upon kissing her.
She wiped her mouth with bound hands in reply.
"When I'm through here, I'll have you as my wife-"
“-When you are through here your head will be separated from your body.” Seth cut him off.
Her eyes widened as she wriggled helplessly. Laughing, Jon leaned down to kiss her one last time.
"Wish me luck, angel," he said as he walked to the other end of the room. "Call the start," he called out.
Seth shrugged, “If this is where you prefer to die, I have no objections.”
Seth smiled showing his menacing cyanine teeth. “Rather fitting for a piece of shit like you if you ask me.”
Jon lifted an eye brow as an intriguing though crept into his dark mind.
“You have a point as you always do friend.”
He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. In a flash his several men poured from behind him, swords at the ready. Seth didn’t move for the men came only to the defense of their master. With a meaty arm Jon scooped up Cassandra and lifted her over his shoulder and proceeded to leave the dungeon.
“If there is some fight left in you we will be waiting in my training room. You do remember where it is don’t you?”
“If you are referring to the room where I kicked your ass after school which you called “training”, then yes I remember perfectly well.”
Seth’s statement had the desired effect he wanted. With a flustered reddened face Jon barked.
“Leave nothing behind. I don’t even want his rotting flesh feeding the rats.”
With the door closed Seth was left with his dark thoughts. The whole world seems to slow down as Seth began to loose control over his sanity, the ability to restrain his rage. With only one dagger he kept hidden from his captor he waited for his enemies to attack first. ‘I only have one shot for this to work’, he through as the men calmly surrounded him. Seth allowed as he surveyed the men looking at the many different types of weapons. Not all carried swords, some preferred the feel of battle axes in their hands; others blunt maces and heavy war hammers. In the ring of men Seth stood in the center waiting. No one moved as time seemed to come to a screeching halt. What are they waiting for, Seth didn’t say. Finally a man stepped in the center with Seth. He was a strong looking man, slightly shorter than Seth. His light brown hair was tied into a tight pony tail that hung down to the center of his back. His dark green eyes seemed out of place to Seth, not fit for a petty thug. The man was not carrying his weapons out of respect that his enemy was not armed. The man didn’t face his opponent head on; his body was sideways providing less of a target to his enemy. In a flash the began displaying his hand to hand combat ability attacking at only the air in front of him. Seth smiled, ‘you are as good as dead’ he wanted to say. Each strike with a foot or a fist ended in a grunt or bark in an attempt to intimidate his foe. It did not have the effect he wanted. As soon as he was done, he faced Seth placed both fists in front of him self and flexed hard. With gritted teeth he growled aggressively displaying his perfectly shaped muscles. This was it Seth thought. He leaned back elevating his left leg from the ground making it easier to retrieve the hidden dagger in a pocket just below his knee. His fingers met the handle to much of Seth relief; bloody fingers would make it quite difficult to handle any kind of weapon. As his foot came down with a heavy stomp the dagger loosed spinning towards the man’s chest. As the weapon sung cutting through the air the man didn’t move an inch, his face expressionless making Seth extremely uneasy. The man’s left arm jolted through the air catching the weapon mere inches from his chest. Seth eyes widened in anguish. The man chuckled slightly as he looked down at the weapon transfixed on the many droplets of blood that fell to the ground with a slight patting sound. In a move of desperation Seth charged the man as fast as he could, screaming in rage with every step. The man looked up at his enemy but it was too late, Seth was already in the air. With both feet Seth kicked the man as hard as he could one foot in his neck the other just below the caught dagger. Seth bent his knees slightly bringing his weight down on the man as he crashed to the ground. No sooner did they hit the ground Seth brought he foot up and mercilessly stomped on the dagger driving it through him just below the center of his chest. His victim’s eyes widened, he tried to gasp for air only to have denied by the rising pool of crimson fluid in his mouth. With gritted teeth Seth drove his other boot hard into the man’s throat. The pool of blood exploded from his mouth as if a precious ruby shattered into a million pieces high above his face. The contorted face of Seth’s victim froze in death as his body went limp with an occasional twitch. Seth gazed at the man’s face. The droplets of blood rained down on his face looked chaotically beautiful to Seth as it filled his rage further. He gazed at his blood drenched hands and marveled at what he can accomplish with the right motivation. As if under a spell he ran his hands through his hair. The blood clung to the hair making short spikes that looked almost like a well used weapon. Still standing on the fresh kill he lowered and retrieved the weapons the man had on his belt. Bladed Tonfas. Seth’s arms flexed hard as he gripped the weapon in he hands. It felt good holding the weapon as if he were complete somehow. In a daze he almost didn’t hear the faint click of a man detaching a battle axe from his belt. Not a moment too soon Seth’s powerful legs exploded in force sending him somersaulting in the air. The heavy axe bit deep into the fresh corpse with little trouble casing even more blood to cover the floor. Seth landed in a crouch, the angle of his landing and the damp stone made his slide back a little but he did not loose his footing. He stood and maintained his offensive stance as he did before only this time the elongated portion of the weapon resting on his forearms. With massive arms the man gripped the weapon with both hands and pulled it from the remains of his comrade.
“Bloody fucking bastard.” The man at arms muttered as he glared at Seth.
With a slight tug of the weapon the man wrenched it free, the corpse did not let go of the weapon as easily as the warrior wished. With the assist of a heavy boot on the dead body the axe was free giving a slight suction sound as if it were embedded in clay. The doomed man came all too slowly with his battle axe over his head. Seth evaded the attack with the greatest of ease whipping his weapon around slicing the man’s hands at the wrists. Before the man finished his weaponless attack Seth twisted his hips pouring every bit of strength into a powerful left uppercut. The stubby blade tip entered the base of the man’s skull emitting a spray of bright red mist into the air. As Seth followed through with the punch the remaining muscle tissue and bone not severed easily gave way separating his victim’s head from his body. The force of the attack lifted the decapitated body off his feet but only slightly. Seth, taking advantage of the opportunity, leaped into the air, he whipped his leg around hard kicking the remains into two men that were dumbfounded by the speed and brutality they had just witnessed. Seth gracefully landed on his feet and stood tall enjoying the copperish smell of blood in the dungeon air. As casual as fitting a pair of gloves on Seth brought up his tonfa inspecting the man’s head secured on his weapon. The look of sheer terror frozen on the man’s face made Seth smile. His attackers stood gripped in fear as they gazed on with horror. Seth smiled at the demon’s reflection in the man lifeless eyes.
“Didn’t even see it coming,” his smile faded setting a stone cold expression, “poor bastard.”
With a flick of his wrist the severed head fell from his blade. The room filled with a metallic ring as the metal scraped smoothly away from bone. The head hit the floor with a wet thud. Seth closed his eyes as if enchanted by the fluid sound of death and fear in the air. A fearful swordsman charged head on blade first in an attempt to catch Seth off guard. Seth smiled; he felt the swordsman’s movements before the swordsman even thought of them himself. Seth jumped in the air and kicked the flat of the blade freeing it from his hands. Seth landed no more than 6 inches from the bewildered fighter. He froze fear gripping his breath, unable to counter the defensive attack. Seth’s face hardened in disgust at the man stupidity. With gritted teeth Seth growled.
“Well…is that the best you can do?”
In a move of desperation the fighter freed a small dagger from his belt and attempted to stab Seth. Seth sidestepped to the left and brought the stubby portion of his weapon into the man’s wrist. Seth’s latest victim cried out in pain as he dropped the weapon hoping his tormentor would show mercy. There was none.

The battle raged on for hours. Jon threw angry and vicious blows at Seth, who barely managed to block them all. Jon raised his sword and struck Seth so hard he flew into the wall with a sickening crack. Jon placed his foot against Seth’s chest and was about to slice his chest open, but Seth grabbed Jon’s ankle and tripped him up. Jon fell onto the floor, the hollow sound of flesh on cold stone echoed through the room. Cassandra tightly closes her eyes as the angry clangs of swords become deafening. Seth charged forward his sword held high above his head. Jon rolled away as Seth’s sword came down and clashed against the stone, sparks flying from the place of contact. Cassandra sat shaking through the whole ordeal, watching through a peep hole in her hands. Jon swung his sword towards Seth’s legs and managed to only barely graze his ankles. Cassandra screamed as she saw a small pool of blood around Seth’s feet. Balled his fist, sent it flying at Seth’s face hoping to release some pent-up anger, Jon sent it hard and powerfully into his face making Seth’s nose bleed.

Cassandra felt her stomach flip as Jon swung his sword hard and fast slicing Seth’s upper arm open wide. As crimson blood began to soak his shirt, Seth raised his sword and made a slash at Jon’s waist. A low gurgling groan bubbled out of Jon’s throat, and his torso separated from his hips. Seth fell forward exhausted as Jon fell to the floor in two pieces blood soaking into the crevices of the stone. Seth looked back at the halves of his adversary and sighed in relief. Putting away his sword, he limped toward Cassandra, who was huddled in a little ball on the floor. She felt his gentle touch on her arm, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"MASTER-" Cassandra cried as Seth worked to release the chains binding her. He pulled her against himself tightly and kissed her cheek. "It's okay, I'm still here," he assured her as she sobbed into his shoulder for joy. "I know! Thank God you're still here," she said, snuggling closer. "Just be careful where you hug, my arm's been sliced," he said cautiously. Cassandra nodded recalling the sight of Jon slicing his arm, she gently touched the wound. "I’ll have the doctor take a look at your --," he added slowly pausing when he saw the horror on Cassandra’s face. “What Cassie? I can’t stand seeing that damn burn on your arm, we have to get it taken care of.” Cassandra shook her head at Seth, “The loss of blood must be affecting your brain. I CAN’T see the doctor!” Anger rising in her as Seth continued to look at her confusion on his face. “They will abort my baby!” Cassandra sunk down to the floor in exasperation, realization dawning on Seth’s face. “Alright, I’m sorry Cassie.” He said as he sunk to the flood next to her. “I’ll take a look at it when we get home.” Seth said as he scooped her up and carried her from the room. Cassandra smiled and snuggled into his chest as he carried her. A faint smile on pulled at her lips as she thought of “home”.


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Sorry it has taken so long to update. I moved back in December and just recently got married so everything has been crazy, Here are those chapters I promised you so long ago. I promise I will have more for you all shortly. Read and review on the latest chapters !!!