Breaking the Soul

Kintaru had managed to avoid being chosen by remaining silent while the Mistresses were in choosing new slaves. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was chosen. In spite of the dirt that he constantly covered himself in, his defiant grey eyes and unruly black hair stood out. He only hoped that he would be chosen by a mistress that could take his mind off of what he once was. He used to be the most powerful man in his part of town. Until he crossed the wrong person. He looked up as someone entered...

Kitana walked in, all decked out in her leather and chains that were hooked on her bottom and top clothing. Her two slaves followed her in, and stayed by her side. She was greeted by the man who ran the place and received her usual drink. She nodded and smiled at the man, taking her drink and sitting at the couch.

Kitana eyed over all the slaves, looking for a potential one. A lot looked like just stupid worthless puppies. Then she looked over the dirty one as he stared at her. Kitana smiled at him, handed her drink over to her left-side High Slave. She got up and walked over to him, then kneeled down on all fours, and picked up his chin, looking directly in his eyes. "Hmmm, you look tasty. Dirtied up a bit but I can fix that." Kitana got up and went to the owner and spoke with him. The owner went over and put a collar on him, then Kitana put a tag on him, claiming him. "Do you have a name?" She looked at him and waited for an answer.

Kintaru gazed back into her eyes defiantly. "Kintaru. Kintaru Miruanas." His steel-grey eyes stared back into hers, his lip curling as she put the tag on the collar. "So I take it you want to try and break me? You have a lot of work. I don't break easily," he said, baring his forearms, showing her the lash marks from the mistress that had dropped him here to be claimed by someone else.

He knew what would likely come of his actions towards her, but he welcomed it. It let him know he was alive. That was the one thing he constantly needed reminding of. His eyes flashed as he remembered the pain he had endured with the last one. Lances of pain shooting through his entire body, centered on his back. He probably had scars from being whipped, beaten, and cut.

Kitana laughed at him. “So, I guess you are the challenge I've been looking for then? Good. I’ve been getting bored as of late.” Kitana helped him up and took him into the showers in the back. She threw him down to the floor near a shower and turned on the hot water, making sure it poured down upon him. Slowly she walked behind him, then pulled at his chain, forcing him to look up at her. “No need to worry, I’ll break you very well. I’ve done this since I was 7 years old, so I'm practically a certified professional. I’ve broken the strongest of men and women alike.” Kitana giggled into his ear after the last sentence. Slowly she scratched her long fingernails gently over his back. Already she was dying to have her way with him. A purr escaped her mouth, she always enjoyed the feeling of getting a new slave.

Kinta sneered back up at her. "You'll still have a rough time of breaking me. I'm not your average male. I HAVE a good bit of pride," he said, and cut himself off when he felt her fingernails on his back. He shivered slightly, and jerked himself forward, placing his head directly under the spray from the shower. The scalding hot water washed out everything that he was feeling.

Kitana laughed at him as she saw the reaction of his body. “Oh really now? I’ve broken mean stronger than you. Right now some a laying to my feet, or laying in a grave.” Kitana growled when she spoke about the grave. She hated it when people challenged her or even spoke to her in the wrong way. At her own parties, if she heard a Mistress or Master talk wrong about her, they’d become hers for a good amount of time to be broken and punished. A lot of them couldn't even go back to their own castles for awhile. Kitana's face became serious and grabbed at his hair. ”Kinta....I'm so glad to see you like this, finally. I’m glad I told everyone all your dirty little secrets, now I get to have you all to myself, and break you.” She used some of her strength on his back and head, pushing him down on the floor, growling. “I don't enjoy having people in higher power than I. They must be taken down!”

Kintaru struggled when she pushed him against the floor, but because of the fact that the water was running, making the floor slick, he couldn't get any leverage.
"You'd better get used to it, Kitana. There will ALWAYS be someone with more power than you. Irregardless of how many of them you bring down, there will ALWAYS be others."

His face twisted into a grimace of pain, as the hot water washed over his newest scars, the ones he received the day he was returned here.

"Do your worst, bitch."

Kitana growled at Kintaru as he spoke those words. She wanted to kill him right then and there. But it was much too soon, she hasn’t even had any time to play with him yet. She smashed his face into the floor, growling as he spoke. “You will learn to respect me you worthless scum. I’ve brought down many like you. This is my world! I’m in charge! Noone will bring me down to you understand!?!?” Kitana picked him up from the ground and through him against the slick wall. She had never been so enraged, she was almost surprised at herself for a moment but she wouldn't let it show. She grabbed his neck and looked into his eyes. “I'll break you, I’ll break you hard. Noone ever challenges me, or ever questions my power!!They'll be brought down no matter how much it takes!!!You'll go down....just like the rest of them....” Kitana grinned, and threw him back down on the floor, but not holding him down this time.

Grimacing in pain, Kintaru forced himself to his hands and knees, then came upright.

"I will RESPECT you when you EARN that respect," he said, his eyes flaming. "UNTIL THEN, I will continue to disobey, flaunt, and ignore your every command."

He forced himself to his feet, standing straight and tall in front of her, staring defiantly back into her eyes.

"I have no respect for someone as power-hungry as you. Someone who cares nothing about their own honor."

Kitana growled at him again. Noone had ever dared to make her this angry. “A stupid worthless dog like yourself should know better than to mess with me, or even dare talk to me in such a manner!!!!” Kitana reached out for her knife at her side, getting it out she struck at his face, his sides and his arms. She picked herself up from the ground and aimed for his face with her boot. Never had someone disrespected her so much. She did not enjoy this. She was going to try her all to break him, and she knew exactly how.

Kintaru winced as her knife struck at him. When her boot hit his face, however, he let out a grunt. Through the blood pouring down his face, Kintaru continued to glare defiantly at her. But his eyes were slightly dimmer than they were before. The pain was building, more and more with everything that she did to him.

"Worthless dog, am I?" he murmured. "Not quite as worthless as some other people that I know." He spit the blood from his mouth into the floor of the shower.