The Bet

DISCLAIMER: I would like to let everyone know THIS IS ALL FAKE!!! None of this is supposed to be taken as a true reflection upon any religion. IT’S NOT. It’s just something that I dreamed up that kind of stuck so I wrote about it okay. So please, NO ONE take offence to this story, I’m not saying this is anything true in any religion; it’s just a story. If you think you may take offence to statements against God, then please don’t read any further b/c I don’t want to make waves and I don’t want to make anyone mad. Thank you.

Now…for those of you who won’t take offence b/c you really don’t care. Thank you for choosing to read my writing. This is a fictitious story about a girl who was killed in her mother’s womb and therefore traded from heaven to hell b/c of a bet made at creation between God and Lucifer. ^^ Sounds like fun eh? There’s going to be sex, just not right off and all at once. It’ll be a slow build up so bare with me here. Anyway though, I look forward to reviews and lots of compliments and constructive criticism. ^^

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:
Thank you so very much to those who read, rated, and reviwed my story. Much love to you all ^^. Welcome to chapter two, here due to so much response. Please enjoy!


Suri woke slowly and painfully; she had slept very little that night, and what sleep she did get was filled with nightmares. Always a sharp scream and a sudden light, so much fear and the smell of blood but no pain…no pain. It was still dark out when she walked to her dresser in search for clothes. A small cracked mirror hung crookedly on the wall. She gazed at herself for a long time, she was beautiful. She had a beautiful young face with dark brown eyes laced with green. She let herself touch her full pink lips and watched her tongue flick out and taste the soft flesh of her fingers. She was stunned by herself; she had never known what she looked like. She used her palms to smooth her bed head, but she was still burdened with the knots when she pulled on a white gown that fell to her knees. She was thankful for the comforting layer that hid her body. There were no smallclothes for her though, or slippers for her feet. Her ears pricked as she listened to the distant sound of feet in the hall. She ran to the door and put her hand out searchingly into the darkness.

“Please let me speak freely Master Gadrien!”

She paused, waiting for a response, but the only sound were the footsteps growing nearer.

“Please Master, don’t be angry, I’m afraid. I don’t want to be alone.”

The footsteps were frightfully close in the silence as Suri’s heart jumped into her throat. She felt impending danger as something touched her hand and she pulled it back through the bars quickly with a gasp. She peered cautiously into the darkness, letting her eyes slowly adjust. There was a small light with the thing that touched her, but it only cast a little light, just enough to outline the features, and two great horns.

“Vels…”

He moved towards the bars at the sound of his name, the dim light casting a small glow on his evil smile. Suri swallowed the fear in her throat.

“Can you fetch Master Gadrien? I want to be out, I hate it in here.”

He cackled strangely at her words and danced about in the hall before returning to the bars, his clawed fingers wrapping tightly around the metal.

“A babe afraid in the dark is she? Oh the weeping willow cries and all the happiness dies! Lost in the dark, a scared little lark, beware of the fox and his sly little devils.”

Suri ground her teeth, why was he so happy about such dark things?

“Shut up.”

The smile slowly faded from his thin lips and his hands lost their grip of the bars.

“I’m afraid…please Vels…I don’t want to be alone. Can you fetch Master Gadrien?”

His features softened as he stared at her for a long moment, Suri about gave up that he was going to help her when he slowly lifted a clawed hand to her face. She flinched slightly, and a hurt look took him; but she steadied herself as a claw lightly traced the shape of her cheek.

“A babe knows no fear that isn’t given by doubt.”

His words were soft and light, much unlike himself, as he pulled his hand away and returned it with a small stuffed bunny. It was white…or was at one point. But now carried dirt upon it’s fur and was missing an eye. When she looked up from the toy he had handed her the light was moving on down the hall. She backed away from her door and held her new toy to her chest. He was soft, despite the filth, and heavily stuffed until his limbs hung from his body with the weight. She decided he was very old, and held him until Vels returned. The toy had given her comfort, but the sound of Master Gadrien’s voice gave her more.

“What’s wrong Suri?”

She couldn’t help it, she ran to him and threw her arms about him, her face burying deep into his shirt. He stiffened, and slowly hugged her back.

“I hate it in here Master, can I please be let out? I’ll be good; I won’t do anything you tell me not to do. I don’t want to be locked up in here Master.”

He sighed and pulled away from her, he was tired, she could tell. Maybe he had slept very little too.

“An early riser then, come we’ll teach you how to take care of yourself now. You’ll need to know that so you can make yourself appealing when you get a true Master.”

He turned sternly to Vels who was standing meekly aside, as if still sorry for frightening her before.

“Vels, fetch Mel, we’ll need her guidance for this.”

Vels bowed away silently, odd for him, and shot her an apologetic glance at his exit. She smiled to him though, and he smiled a fanged smile back before darting away. She decided then that he wasn’t bad, just misunderstood, and she would make it a point from now on to speak to him and try to understand him. Gadrien began their walk, he didn’t ask for her to follow, or offered his aid, only began, and Suri followed. Only a step behind him and to his left, she felt odd walking with him. She was beginning to understand the difference between a Master and a Fallen. Her eyes kept wandering to his beautiful wings. She reached out with a meek hand but let it quickly drop as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

“When you meet Mel, bow your head. When she asks you questions answer ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘no ma’am’ and treat her nicely. She isn’t a Master, but she is your superior, she’s going to teach you things I can’t.”

Suri nodded as they turned into a lit room. A middle-aged woman stood before them next to a clean porcelain bath.

“Master Gadrien, Suri, it’s lovely to see you both.”

Gadrien nodded to her thankfully as Suri did the same. She must have done something wrong because Mel grimaced.

“Your services are no longer required Master, we’ll take it from here. You’ve done quite enough all ready.”

Gadrien chuckled at her sternness as she went to Suri and ushered him away. Mel closed the door and locked it before turning back with a soft smile.

“First of all Suri, you are a female, and more importantly, a woman; do not nod to a person as a greeting. Women Fallen get to their knees and bow their head, or curtsy. Do not nod your head again.”

Suri was slightly taken aback by her recourse but she nodded and took note not to forget.

“Yes ma’am.”

Mel smiled, satisfied.

“Good, at least he taught you something. Come now, take off your dress, we have a lot of work to do.”

Suri was reluctant to be naked again, but she did as she was told and easily slipped out of the dress. She was before a woman this time, and didn’t feel as embarrassed for it.

“Lift your arms from your sides.”

She did as she was told as Mel walked a circle around her, examining her with sharp scrutiny.

“Okay dear, you can get in the tub, I’ll teach you how to wash properly.”

Suri eagerly walked to the tub, she was cold now and longed for a hot dip. But when she slid into the water it was only luke warm. Mel must have seen the disappointment on her face.

“Scalding hot water is terrible for fair skin dear, never use it. Unless you want to age quickly and leave your Master that much sooner.”

Mel poured a jell like substance onto her scalp and began to work it in mercilessly. Suri bit her lip, determined not to make a sound.

“When given a soap for tangles always work it in hard to your scalp until it hurts, and lather the jell in your hair until in a thick lather before rinsing it out.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She worked her hair for a while before tipping her head back and lightly pouring the water through her hair until all the lather was gone. She then took another jell and worked it into her hair first before her scalp, and was considerably more gentle.

“Soap for shine is always worked tips to scalp and lathered up thickly to the skin. You should be able to bunch your hair up to your head and not have to hold it.”

Mel paused and smiled at Suri a moment.

“You must always look your best for your Master at all times. Always make him desire you above all others. You must fulfill his every fancy and every perversion, until all his seed is spent child. That is the servitude of a Fallen, until the day they are freed and allowed to keep their own Fallen.”

Suri looked up at her, entranced by her voice and the soft massage of her fingers through her hair, and smiled. Mel sighed at her and began to rinse her hair.

“You will make some Master very happy child, you will be the apple of his eye, and the jewel of his bed.”

Mel left her side for a moment and returned with a soft cotton rag. She watched critically as Suri washed herself, Mel helped her with her back, and made sure she covered every inch of herself with soap.

“Always use a soft cotton rag to wash, anything rougher than that is damaging to your skin.”

Suri nodded and began to rinse as Mel ran a comb through her long hair that was now drying. Mel helped her put on a new white cotton dress that was identical to her first and braided her hair before leading her to a room connected to the first. It was small and held only a table and a few chairs. The table was covered with little foods like bread, soups, meats, and fruits. Just small servings, just enough to practice. Mel led her to the table and instructed her on how she should eat properly and how to excuse herself. She showed her how to serve her Master first, and then how to clean up afterwards. Suri absorbed it all, wanting to know everything she could do for her Masters. She wanted to please Gadrien, and she wanted to please her great Master, whoever he was going to be.

After their meal Mel sent Vels to fetch Gadrien so he could observe her once and be satisfied. He was much easier to please than Mel was, but it didn’t matter to Suri, she loved the attention.

“Thank you so much for your help Mel, you truly are a miracle worker.”

Mel curtsied as she had shown Suri to do and took her leave as Gadrien turned his praise to her.

“You truly are the brightest Fallen I’ve ever come across. Come, I want to you meet a very important man.”

Suri’s heart jumped.

“Truly Master Gadrien?”

He chuckled at her kindheartedly as they walked.

“Truly Suri. But remember to keep your manners and everything Mel taught you. He’ll be determining who your great Master will be, so show him what a wonder you are.”

She blushed gracefully as they entered the room where Suri was first severed. A very tall and dark man stood before them. His face was long and placid, with black eyes that chilled her. But she didn’t forget herself. Upon entering the room she went to her knees before his greatness and kept her eyes lowered from him. Staring at a floor stone instead of his shoes.

“Master Drakus, I’d like to introduce Suri.”

She lowered her head even more at the sound of her name, and placed her hands gracefully before her knees on the ground.

“Stand.”

She obeyed without question, the deep voice of the stranger stern against her ears. She thought she felt Gadrien tense but she dared not look while under Master Drakus’ scrutiny. She listened as he walked near her, his fingers resting under her chin and lifting her face until hers met his. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him and disgracing Gadrien, fear welling up higher and higher in her chest.

“She is a prize, you said she was intelligent?”

“Very Master Drakus, she spoke fluently upon her arrival and asked me questions about God and His Great Lord.”

A silence filled the room and she could have sworn she heard Drakus’ thoughts. He released her face, as her chin dropped again and she was free to open her eyes again.

“A tantalizing prize. I thank you Gadrien for bringing her to my attention. You have one more day to prepare her, after that, I’m sending for her to appear as the centerpiece for my auction. One day Gadrien, that’s it. She had better be ready.”

She went back to her knees at Drakus’ exit, and didn’t move until she heard the latch click shut behind him. Gadrien let out a long drawn breath. She stood and stared at him with questioning eyes; he knew she wanted to know what was going on. But how could he tell her that he wasn’t really a Master? Her Master?

“Come Suri…we have a lot of work to do.”

Fin: okay the end of chapter 2, please tell me waht you think. The next chapter will be up in 1 to 2 days. ^^ until then my lovlies! xoxoxox