Dara And The Selfish Dragon Of The East.

Chapter Three:


The other harem boys didn't know what to make of Dara’s presence among them. Some were spiteful, others were sympathetic. No one dared to talk to Dara, they left him alone to his thoughts. He was in the same exact position as he had been in the morning, still refusing to eat. The door opened and Sasha entered. Right away he walked over to Dara.

“Why are you so stubborn boy?”

“Because I hate it here!” Dara snapped angrily.

Sasha sighed. “Can’t you see how lucky you are to be here boy?”

“Lucky? I think not,” retorted Dara.

“The sooner you accept your fate--”

“Never!” Dara cut the man off.

“You will. It is inevitable!” snapped Sasha, then he turned to the two guards. “Take him to the bathing chamber! Bathe him and have him brought to the Master’s chamber,” he ordered before walking out of the room.

One of the guards picked Dara up and put him over his shoulder. He took him out of the silver wing chamber and down the hall to the bathing chamber. The guard freed his hands and feet then exited the bathing chamber, leaving him alone with the other guards and six servant boys.

“Strip him down boys,” said one the other guards.

“Bloody hell! Like I would let you see me naked!”

The guard leered at Dara. “I will see that naked body of yours sooner or later boy.”

The guard made that comment with a perverted look in his eyes. "Right now I am in charge of you boy. If you don't want to get hurt, you had better behave yourself and do as I say," the guard warned Dara.

“Like I said before, you aren't going to see me naked!” Dara said with a smug look on his face.

The guard’s face turned red with rage. “Strip him!”

Dara dodged the man who approached him and pushed him into the hot water. Two other men approached him. Dara smirked and waited. He slipped right through them, snatching their swords from right under their noses. They spun around to face him once again. The surprised look on their faces brought a smirk to his face. He pointed a sword at them.

“The boy is going to kill someone!” Sasha heard ten minutes later after he had ordered the servants to bathe the boy.

Sasha could hear the shrieks and screams as he approached the bathing chamber. The boy had only been there for a few days and Sasha already had more headaches than he could count. He entered the bath chamber just in time to see Dara punch a servant in the face, knocking the poor boy down and then pointing the sword in his hand at the poor boy’s throat. Sasha saw the guard pinned to the wall with a sword through each of his shoulders, and a third sword embedded right below the guard’s crotch. Also lying on the floor of the bath chamber were four of his best servant boys. They were laying on top of each other in a neat pile.

“What the hell is going on here?” Sasha yelled out from the door. “I ordered you to do a simple task and you couldn’t even do it!” he said harshly.

“He would not let us bathe him,” a servant boy with brown eyes and dark shoulder length hair answered Sasha timidly from his place of hiding.

“Is that true boy?” Sasha’s eyes were on Dara as he asked him the question. “You do understand don't you boy that you need to bathe tonight? Our master wants your company.”

“I don't give a damn what your master wants!” snapped Dara with hostility. “I was more than willing to have a bath, but your stupid guard wanted to see my naked body to satisfy his own perversion.”

Sasha gave the guard a cold glare and turned to face the boy. He let out a sigh. “Very well then boy, I will allow you to bathe on your own,” said Sasha, complying with the boy’s wishes. He had enough headaches for one day, he was not about to add another one. If the boy wanted to bathe himself, then who was he to say no. Sasha turned around and then ordered everyone out of the bath chamber. He turned to the guard who wanted to strip Dara and told him that he would be punished later that night by their master.

“Follow me boy. You will have to use the master’s private bath chamber now that you have made a mess in here,” said Sasha. Right before Dara left, he turned around aimed the sword in his hand at the guard’s head. The guard shut his eyes as the sword came flying through the air right at him. He thought for sure that he was as good as dead. “Oops I missed!” Dara commented. Then he laughed at the frightened look on the guard’s face. “Count yourself lucky that I missed. Next time I will make sure that the sword finds it target,” he said with a warning.

“Enough already boy,” said Sasha. He took the boy’s hand and led him away. Sasha brought Dara to his master’s private bath and left Dara there to bathe alone.

Dara removed his clothes and got into the hot water. He unbraided his hair and began to wash it. When he was done with his hair, he began washing his body, humming softly to himself and enjoying the bath.

Sasha entered his master’s bath chamber and walked over to the boy. He gave him a towel and a new set of clothes. “The dressing room is through that door,” he pointed it out for Dara before leaving the boy alone once more.

Dara climbed out of the bath and dried his body and hair. Then he made his way toward the dressing room with his new set of clothes in his hands. He took his time getting dressed. When he was all done, he heard the door open once more. Dara turned around and faced Sasha without saying anything.

“Follow me boy.”

"Why should I?" retorted Dara with his arms crossed in front of him.

Sasha let out a sigh and went over to the boy. “Why do you insist on making things difficult?” he muttered. He gripped the boy tightly by the wrist and dragged him out of the bath chamber. Dara wasn't making it very easy for Sasha by the time they reached the master’s chamber. Sasha had more bruises then he could count. He opened the door and shoved the boy inside not so gently. He shut the door right away, leaving Dara with his master.

As soon as he was pushed inside, Dara’s eyes focused on the man before him.

“Come closer boy,” ordered Vasile.

Dara remained where he was, eyes glaring at the man with hostility. “Why should I?” he said dryly.

“Because I ordered you to boy,” Vasile answered with a frown. He didn't like the boy questioning his orders.

“Why should I listen to your order?” Dara retorted. “I don't recall giving you permission to order me around,” he added.

“I don't need your permission boy. You belong to me. You must obey my orders without hesitation.”

Anger like he had never felt before hit him hard. “The only person I belong to is myself!" Dara retorted angrily. Both his hands curled tightly into a fist at his side, eyes glaring furiously at the man before him.

Vasile smiled in amusement. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the boy. "No matter what you say boy, the truth is that you belong to me,” he said with a smirk.

“When I grow horns on my head, I'll belong to you. Until then, you stay away from me understand?” snapped Dara. He spun around, yanked the door open and stormed out of the room.

Vasile leaned sideways against his door and watched the boy walk away from him with an amused smile on his face.

“Are you just going to let him walk away from you like that Master?”

Vasile turned to Sasha. “Do you really think that I would let him walk away from me just like that?” he remarked with a smile.

“I figured as much, ” commented Sasha with his own smile. “You better hurry after him before he tries to escape again,” Sasha added.

Vasile chuckled, “Now I can't have that!” He made that comment right before he went after the boy.

End chapter three.