The Paradox
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,200
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Live and Lie
Alecto never thought he would die under the lash.
He thought he would be a body servant for all his life. He had been a good bed slave, a docile, a willing, a pleasing bed slave. He knew he had once held his master’s favour, he knew it. A good domestic slave could well expect to stay one all their lives as their master or mistress’s trusted personal aid. Although he had feared for the future, and known what dangers his position held all too well, Alec had trusted to his obedience to save himself from the most brutal punishments. He had never expected it to come to this.
It had not been such a bad whipping. 25 lashes. Just enough to break the skin. But there was still the risk of infection, and more than anything, Alecto longed now for release. If death comes, welcome it, he thought. The black void of sweet oblivion seemed like a comfort.
He remembered briefly how the Gaul had looked when he was brought into the very room he lay in now; his shredded, blackened skin and the pitiful way he tried to breath without worsening the pain. He wondered if he too looked that way, and if it was upsetting Malakeh to care for him.
She was very gentle. What the treatments were he knew not and could not guess, but she was doing did lessen the sting. But nothing could take away the feelings in his head, nor the memories. The look on Tertius face as he ordered the guard to drag Alecto from his duties and tie him to the post burned into him.
He could still hear little Farkeh’s screams and sobs when she saw the whip being handed over. Poor mite, she had thought it was for her, but had cried no less bitterly when she saw it being used on Alecto; who was the only other slave in the household her age. She couldn’t even begin understand it.
“Proximo called for you this evening,” Malaheh said, placing the last soaked strip on his back and sitting back on her heels. “Don’t worry, Tertius explained to him.”
“Explained what?” Foolish to panic, he thought. Tertius would not tell Proximo the truth; that would be suicidal. But the spasm of fear went through him none the less. Tertius was pretty near out of his mind this day anyway. He’d seen it in his eyes.
“Nothing about that…just that you were whipped today and cannot serve him.”
“But he will ask me why,” Alecto said, plaintively.
“Lie.”
Lie. Ah, yes. It is as easy to lie to your master as it is to smile at him, Alecto thought. He only ever told Proximo what he wanted to hear.
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Author’s Note; Well, that’s all for now, folks. I’m going to leave this project for a while to work on my other story, Take Heed. But I will come back to it eventually…this is not the end!
He thought he would be a body servant for all his life. He had been a good bed slave, a docile, a willing, a pleasing bed slave. He knew he had once held his master’s favour, he knew it. A good domestic slave could well expect to stay one all their lives as their master or mistress’s trusted personal aid. Although he had feared for the future, and known what dangers his position held all too well, Alec had trusted to his obedience to save himself from the most brutal punishments. He had never expected it to come to this.
It had not been such a bad whipping. 25 lashes. Just enough to break the skin. But there was still the risk of infection, and more than anything, Alecto longed now for release. If death comes, welcome it, he thought. The black void of sweet oblivion seemed like a comfort.
He remembered briefly how the Gaul had looked when he was brought into the very room he lay in now; his shredded, blackened skin and the pitiful way he tried to breath without worsening the pain. He wondered if he too looked that way, and if it was upsetting Malakeh to care for him.
She was very gentle. What the treatments were he knew not and could not guess, but she was doing did lessen the sting. But nothing could take away the feelings in his head, nor the memories. The look on Tertius face as he ordered the guard to drag Alecto from his duties and tie him to the post burned into him.
He could still hear little Farkeh’s screams and sobs when she saw the whip being handed over. Poor mite, she had thought it was for her, but had cried no less bitterly when she saw it being used on Alecto; who was the only other slave in the household her age. She couldn’t even begin understand it.
“Proximo called for you this evening,” Malaheh said, placing the last soaked strip on his back and sitting back on her heels. “Don’t worry, Tertius explained to him.”
“Explained what?” Foolish to panic, he thought. Tertius would not tell Proximo the truth; that would be suicidal. But the spasm of fear went through him none the less. Tertius was pretty near out of his mind this day anyway. He’d seen it in his eyes.
“Nothing about that…just that you were whipped today and cannot serve him.”
“But he will ask me why,” Alecto said, plaintively.
“Lie.”
Lie. Ah, yes. It is as easy to lie to your master as it is to smile at him, Alecto thought. He only ever told Proximo what he wanted to hear.
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Author’s Note; Well, that’s all for now, folks. I’m going to leave this project for a while to work on my other story, Take Heed. But I will come back to it eventually…this is not the end!