[5:51 PM] Cerys: 6 hours earlier
Sarai had learned quickly that time mattered in the Aethernium. Every second wasted was one that a more dedicated adept would be carving out of sleepless nights to better their craft. Sarai had also learned that appearances mattered. The High Magisters hardly cared whether your hair was in a messy bun or a highly fashionable sheer cut bob. They did care about whether your magically burning lamp had ornate edges and an ever-flickering flame. Much to her chagrin, Sarai had found out that those who could afford magical artifacts didn’t want an item that looked like anything else they had ever laid eyes upon, even if the applications of the item were utterly mundane. Above all else, the magisters praised competitive adepts and journeymen. It was well known that only the most cunning among them would rise within the ranks to earn their own gold edged robes. This implicit policy had led to more than a few deaths and injuries, but the High Magisters waved the less palatable consequences away with a simple mention of: “We didn’t ask any of you to go that far. You chose that route yourself. You could have formed an alliance.” The last part was maddingly tongue-in-cheek.

[5:52 PM] Cerys: When the High Magister Kaldin stepped into Sarai’s classroom, the entire class fell silent. All idle gossip and chatter fell away as each adept did their best to position themselves favorably in the Magister’s eyes. Sarai pushed her latest creation to the front of her work bench. The small glass bowl had been carefully imbued to never tip over or fall from the surface it was placed upon. As Kaldin passed by her, his eyes swept over her form before appraising her bowl. His spoke quietly as his fingers moved across the rim of the sea glass,
“Why is there no lid? If a chef spills something from above, his precious peppercorns will still be ruined.”
Sarai blushed deeply and attempted to formulate a response. After a few seconds of panicked reasoning, she found that there was no way to argue the point. Tendrils of green energy emanated from Kaldin’s fingers as she struggled and after a few seconds the bowl had shattered into hundreds of small glass slivers. He continued speaking,
“It hardly matters. The other Magisters have requested your presence. They would have likely changed their minds if they saw this mess, but I’ve fixed that.
He smiled cruelly and pointed towards the door,
“We’ll leave now. Don’t worry about your things. I’ll send a servant along to retrieve them.”

[5:52 PM] Cerys: ---

[5:52 PM] Cerys: Sarai screamed in anger, frustration, and the pain that came with knowing she had no one else to blame but herself. Her mother and father had begged her not to go to the Aethernium. They had cited terrible rumors and baseless stories that she had brushed off in her desperate attempt to run away from the farm.
They were right.
Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and pooled on her shoulder blades before falling onto the damp earth beneath her feet. She had followed Kaldin like a lamb to slaughter and had stared at the collected magisters dumbly while they explained that she had been bought. One of the robed males had triumphantly announced the amount of gold they would get in exchange for her autonomy. A kinder magister had assured her that she had been purchased by a member of the Aristocracy and informed her that ‘it really could have been much worse, dear.’ The memories swirled in her mind’s eye for a few minutes until a spasming cramp brought her back to the present day.
They had placed the hood on her a few minutes before. Sarai could still hear them, but the shock had sapped any desire to learn more about her predicament. They had explained the collar as the carriage sailed through the country roads. There would be no escaping. Without the hope of escape she could only wait to meet her captor. After that, Sarai knew she would have to ponder the merits of suicide.
Before she could venture too deep into that line of thought Sarai was briefly blinded by the light of the setting sun. After a few rapid blinks she found herself staring into the bright blue eyes of one of Ahart’s aristocrats. Her own ocean blue eyes were filled with fury and she threw herself against the straps that bound her to the cross, eager to exact some form of revenge when she was still free. The straps held fast and she resorted to the only other option available to her – she spit in the arrogant nobles face, watching with satisfaction as it rolled down his cheek.

October 22, 2017
[8:29 AM] Inverenzie: Calan stared at the girl impassively, the saliva eliciting a slight tickle across his clean shaven skin as it dribbled down the side of his face. With care, he raised a hand to the trickle of spit and wiped it off with his middle finger. The finger travelled between his full lips, still stained by red wine, to taste what it had collected. There was no difference between it and that of a courtesan's kiss. At least not in substance.
His left hand came to rest swept hilt of a long thin blade, a surprisingly ornate and delicate weapon in contrast to the other plain and thick bladed long sword buckled at the same side. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, calling out to the High Magister, "Did my money buy me a mage, or an animal?"

The mages in his periphery shifted nervously, some reaching into their robes for hidden blades. Even the High Magister radiated unease, his face hidden by the hood of his robe, and he raised his hands up in a placating fashion. "Kill her if you wish, Heir De Armas," Kaldin offered, using the honorific meant for members of the aristocrasy who were within three places of inheriting control of their House, "We can always return tomorrow with another less... Wilfull."(edited)
[8:29 AM] Inverenzie: Calan turned back to stare into the woman's eyes, the fury still burning in the ocean blue but slowly diminishing in favour of a rising panic. He watched her, thinking of his options and quickly coming to the conclusion that he couldn't wait. By the time he returned the news of his change in status would be the talk of the Capital. He shook his head, turning slightly away from the girl replying to the Magister, "No. She will do."
He turned back in a flash of movement, a clenched fist sinking into the woman's soft belly. An instant later he had a hand buried in the hair at the back of her head and her head tilted back as he force her mouth open to spit down her throat.
Releasing her, he stalked back away from the cross to stand at the Magisters side. "As agreed, I'll take her and the two inscriptions that were discussed; I want her dreams, and her hunger. When I desire more, I'll be in contact."

The magister nodded, his unease fading at the casual tone in the aristocrats voice. His hood bobbed as he nodded and called out to the other figures in their plainly adorned robes, "Then we shall begin the Ceremony," he turned back to Calan, "Your participation will be required, Heir De Armas."(edited)

[11:01 AM] Cerys: After a few moments of proud satisfaction at her perfectly timed response, panic slowly crept into Sarai's mind. 'What are the odds he would be a good man and think about why I reacted that way?', she thought. 'Good men don't buy slaves. Good men certainly don't reveal their prize only to watch it squirm.' As soon as he drew the blade at his hip, Sarai dove deep within herself, accessing the well of aether that fueled and strengthened her magic. The attempt was not without a cost, however, as this location had somehow dampened her ability to touch her well. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and the tendons on her forearms were pulled taut as she waited, ready to shield herself from at least one slash of his blade. If he were to kill her in the middle of these damnable woods, he would taste the embarassment of failure, if only once.

Thankfully, Sarai watched him turn on the gathered magisters and address them instead. His question was so absurd that she couldn't help but to laugh lightly. Of course. An aristocrat would call her an animal for being outraged at mistreatment. Did he expect everyone to attend to him as his docile servants did? Sarai didn't bother to inform him of how ridiculous he sounded. It was if he had never grown past the age of 7. Only toddlers threw such fits when their toys weren't exactly what they expected.(edited)
[11:02 AM] Cerys: A wave of nausea broke her focus at the thought of being anyone's 'toy' and Sarai lost her tenuous grip on her well. The magic receded deep within her, tied to some primal force within the land. She would never get the link back now, not until she had left this place. Gooseflesh covered her bare arms and she waited for his answer.

Unconsciously, Sarai spoke out.

"No, I don't wan----"

Calan turned towards her and before she could brace herself she felt the full weight of his fist sinking into her belly. A pained cry escaped her lips as the air was driven out of her lungs. She coughed and gasped for breath in vain as her body shuddered beneath the restraints. Before she could recover his fingers were against her scalp and her wavy blonde hair was wrapped around his fingers. He wrenched her head back painfully and spit in her mouth, holding her head back while she choked on his saliva. Sarai's feet twitched against the leather straps as her body strugled against the shock.

Calan moved away from her and spoke to the magisters, careless of the coughing fit and pain that thrummed through her body.

'Bastard.'

Tears fell freely down her cheeks as Sarai struggled and failed to access her aether well. In less than an hour her entire life would fall apart. She would be left with a brutish aristocrat and a collar that would be sealed with magic hundreds of times more potent than her own.

Her body slackened against the cross as Sarai came to terms with her fate. As the magisters began preparations for the ceremony, Sarai repeated a mantra within her mind. 'I am free. I can make myself useless, I can resist, I can sabotage him in time. If all else fails, I can commit suicide. He does not own all of me and never will.'

She paused for a moment as she sensed the start of a ceremony and added a single line in prayer to Talna,

'Guide my stolen path, Talna. Let my mother know I am sorry.'

October 23, 2017
[8:37 AM] Inverenzie: As the other mages took up stations in a rough circle with the bound woman at the center, Kaldin cleared his throat and held out both a small basket, and a small flat circular stone to Calan. He took it between two fingers and held it up for inspection.
It was roughly the size of a coin and was painted red, a blood red, with a sigil of Corina painted in white on one side. The other side was embedded with minuscule indentations of symbols and scratchings that made his eyes water when he tried to focus on them. They shifted and turned under his gaze as if not wanting to be read. Or perhaps not for him to read.
He shrugged and held it back to the Magister, his tone dry and dismissive as if he had missed the joke, "Magister, I came here to buy a mage, not marry one."

Kaldin was a patient man, he had to be to achieve the feats of magical mastery that were associated with his name and status, so there was hardly a sigh in his voice as he attempted to explain the context of the ritual to yet another privileged yet ignorant nobleman.
"The ceremony is a ritual of binding. It links the essence of one to the essence of another until the moment of death, where death travels down the link in one direction to claim the other." He explained, a small measure of disdain at revealing a trade secret entering his tone as he continued, "To bind one person to another, there needs to be a common ground of understanding in a shared experience of familiar steps. Rather than bother finding one unique to each mage and buyer, its easier to use the marriage ritual handed down to us by Corina through her blessed example of the Lovers. It's quite ubiquitous."
[8:37 AM] Inverenzie: Where Kaldin was a patient and academic man, Calan was not. His brow furrowed and he  bunched his fist around the flat stone, taking the basket to inspect it's contents. As he suspected there was a small loaf of bread, a bottle of red wine, and a length of ivy. The only other items required in a simple wedding.
"I understand," He lied, and then asked, "So what do you need me to do?"

Kaldin sighed this time though, seeing through Calan's assertion of understanding and the Magister stepped forward to take his place within the circle of mages.
"The ritual's the same," He called out, "As long as you're both bound with the vine, she takes in the bread and wine, and places the stone in her mouth. Force the bread and wine down her throat if you must. My mages and I will take care of the rest." Kaldin droned on with the timbre of frustration that comes with having repeated a task into monotony.

The Heir De Armas strode towards the bound women, taking his place before her and giving her an ugly smile. Calan had a soulless smile. His mouth moved in all the right directions, but the joy was entirely vacant from his eyes. The effect rather made him look like he was simply baring his teeth at a prey animal. He gave her one of his smiles now and drank in the aphrodisiac of her terror at its sight.(edited)

[8:38 AM] Inverenzie: "We are gathered here today for the union of these two mortals with the blessing of the Goddess Corina's loving gaze." Kaldin recited, his boredom obvious in his tone. The mages around them began tracing symbols in the air, the passage of their hands leaving different colored afterimages of light behind them. The symbols, once completed slithered away in a tendril of light that spun around the pair at the middle of the circle.
"This fated pairing take the blessed example of the Lovers as they are bound..." Kaldin continued, his own hands weaving a pattern of movements in the air. Green light began flowing from his fingertips and towards the tendrils of light, coiling on them and collecting them in its wake.

Calan took his cue and removed the length of Ivy vine from the basket. With a sadistic glee, he began to wrap the length of ivy around the woman's neck just tight enough that he could hear a small labor in her breathing. The other end of the vine he wrapped around his palm, giving him the appearance of holding her leash.

"May they share break bread and drink wine in happiness..." Kaldin's voice rang out, the lack of passion still affecting his speech. The green tendrils of light slithering through the air from his fingers had grown quite long and substantial. They began sliding together at their ends to take form as skeletal spectral hands.
[8:38 AM] Inverenzie: Calan could see none of this, his back to the Magister. The girl could see over his shoulder however, and her eyes widened at the sight. She didn't have much of a chance to react however as Calan, having juggled the basket and rock into the hand wrapped in ivy, backhanded her sharply across the face with his now free hand. He didn't stop with that, his hand returning from the other direction to deliver a powerful open palmed slap. He continued this, battering her head to and fro with his hand until her head lolled after a strike. Reaching into the basket, he withdrew a portion of the bread and stuffed it into her mouth. The bottle of wine was retrieved a second later and, removing the cork with his teeth, he pushed the neck of the bottle into her mouth. The wine glugged steadily into her mouth as he tipped the bottle and her head back until she coughed and spluttered a small portion of the liquid up and out of her mouth.

"Bless them as they take in the blessing of Corina, binding them together for life."

He now took the flat stone, shoving it into the woman's mouth as she tried to spit out the rest of the wine and forcing his hand over her mouth to seal it behind her lips. She struggled trying to yell out, looking over his shoulder as one of the spectral hands pushed towards him and through his back only to appear out of his chest holding a glowing and flickering orb of light than then plunged into her chest.
As it disappeared into her breast the stone in her mouth started to crumble into a fine dust, evaporating into a smokey sensation that coursed throughout her body and the very fiber of her being before disappearing as if it was never there. The spectral hand pulled back out, bringing a ghostly pale orb in return that disappeared back into Calan's chest. Both Calan and Sarai gasped almost together as the whole process was over in less than a half dozen heartbeats.

[8:38 AM] Inverenzie: Yet, after it ended, it left a curious sensation in Calan's chest. There was a vague echo like a phantom heartbeat next to his own. It was beating rapidly. A frantic light drumbeat in comparison to his own steady thump. He reached out to her neck, gripping it firmly to get her pulse, it being a mirror to the phantasmal thump in his chest.

He was shaken by his reverie by the Magister calling his name, taking him by the shoulder and asking him to step back and away as they completed the inscriptions for his collar. He stepped back in a daze, a shock at the feeling inside him as if he was feeling the vestige of an impression he had almost forgotten.

October 24, 2017
[12:52 AM] Cerys: As the pain in Sarai’s stomach began to fade she allowed herself a few precious moments to focus on the preparations that were unfolding in front of her. There would be no stopping them, of course. She had learned quickly that Calan was not one of the few in the Aristocracy that felt for the plight of those beneath him. As Calan struggled to make sense of the assorted items in the basket, Sarai smiled bitterly. It seemed that his tutors hadn’t covered basic magical principles with him. The process of utilizing a religious ceremony was one that bound nearly all the magical arts together.
As Kaldin explained, Sarai let herself wonder what life would have been like if she had reached journeyman status. She would have focused on a small research project – a single piece of greater whole that would advance the knowledge of magic for future generations. She paused as Calan stalked towards her. No. That wasn’t right at all. The Aethernium had created this ritual. Further, they had painstakingly researched and crafted horrid inscriptions to truly subjugate their victims. A violent shiver coursed through her spine. While her life in the guild would have been more comfortable Sarai was happy that she wouldn’t be contributing to their evil.

[12:52 AM] Cerys: She felt Calan’s hands around her throat and twitched against his touch as his fingertips traced a path for the ivy to wrap around her neck. The vine constricted around the tender flesh and Sarai couldn’t help but to cough lightly as she inhaled. Just beyond Calan, Sarai could see the telltale moss colored wisps that signified Kaldin’s magic. The manifestation of his aether was atypical, even for a Magister. Her breathing quickened as she saw the phantom hands coalesce and take shape. Sarai struggled once more against her bonds, pulling until she felt that her wrists would snap. In response, Calan’s hand came down on her face and she felt her head snap from one side to the other. A pained whimper escaped her lips and she stopped trying to escape. He hit her again, this time striking her unharmed left cheek. The blow was more painful than the last, causing her teeth to rattle as pain blossomed in her cheeks and jaw. He continued until Sarai’s vision became clouded and she felt her head lolling to one side.
Calan gave Sarai no time to recover from the pain. She felt bread being shoved against her teeth roughly and she opened her mouth, petrified of the pain that would come if she refused. If Calan noticed her acquiescent nature, he didn’t seem to care. The bottle was forced against her lips roughly, causing her teeth to cut a small gash into her bottom lip. The coppery taste of blood mixed with the sour wine and even though she tried to swallow, he upended the bottle into her mouth. Sarai coughed as wine and blood poured out the corners of her mouth.

[12:52 AM] Cerys: As Sarai heard the words of Kaldin, she attempted to spit out the remainder of the wine, knowing that her part of the process had been completed. Calan forced the river rock into her mouth and placed his palm against her lips as she struggled to move her head to either side. He followed her movements with ease and she heard herself screaming beneath the weight of his hand. The cry caught in her throat as the rock turned to dust, forever transmuted by the power of the ritual. When Sarai saw the spectral hands reaching towards her, she closed her eyes. More than anything else, Sarai knew that she couldn’t watch the spiritual manifestation of the ritual.
She felt something akin to a breeze against her chest before a heavy weight settled within her ribs. A moment later, all the pressure was gone. Sarai felt his hands upon her neck again and she twitched violently, eyes opening wide in defiance and fear.
“D-don’t…”, she began
He had already taken too much. Sarai struggled to control her urge to vomit as Kaldin stepped towards her and gripped the collar firmly in his hands. The ivy leash hung limply around her neck as Calan watched the Magister complete the required inscriptions from a few feet away.
Kaldin began chanting in low tones and she felt the telltale hum of strong magic crackling in the air around her torso. Energy flowed from his fingertips into the collar as he repeated each incantation thrice. With his dominant hand still on the collar, Kaldin reached forward and placed the other on her forehead. His touched burned and Sarai screamed in earnest and thrashed as he invoked a final incantation of binding. A few moments later, the energy had dispersed and Kaldin stepped away before addressing Calan,
[12:52 AM] Cerys: “Heir De Armas, it is done. The two inscriptions are sealed to the collar and perfectly attuned to her body. They will affect her every sense as you will it. You need only think of the inscription and she will feel the effects until you wish it to end. You are free to test them now or wait until later. Unlike the last ceremony, the inscription evocation is foulproof.”
Kaldin smiled broadly as he awaited Calan’s final approval.

[7:41 AM] Inverenzie: "Yes. Later. Are we done?" Calan spoke, his words distracted and his gaze stuck on the downcast face of the woman bound to the cross. He wasn't really listening. He wasn't smiling anymore, just staring at her with an intense look of focus as if she was occupying his full attention.

"Very well, Heir De Armas. If you wish to purchase further inscriptions to the collar, you need only be in contact," Magister Kaldin replied, his voice cheery like that of a businessman with a favoured client.
He took one last look at the bound girl on the cross, a look of contempt, and spat on the ground near her foot.
"If it were me, I'd leave them on all the time to watch the wretch suffer." He murmured blithely and he bustled away to herd the lesser mages into carrying the saddlebags containing payment.

Calan took no notice of them but he waited with an uncharacteristic patience until after they had departed. It was starting to get dark but a full moon was rising overhead. It would be a bright night tonight.
"I can feel your heartbeat." Calan observed, tapping a bunched fist in a steady rhythm on his chest.
The fist unfurled and he grabbed her chin roughly, holding her head up to meet her eyes. The shadows of bruises were starting to color her cheeks, red wine stained her lips, cheeks, and chin. There was the darker stain of blood on her lip as well.
"I wonder," He mused, looking through her eyes as if trying to read what was behind them, "Can you feel mine?"

He leant down, grabbing the hem of her plain robe and started to slowly raise it, his eyes still locked on her face while doing so.
"Is my heart beating faster..." He began to say, losing momentum as he struggled for his next word. Calan lifted the bottom of her robe, bunching it up around her hips and then lifting her head up again to meet his gaze.
"Your name. Tell me." He demanded with a commanding voice that was used to getting its way.(edited)

October 25, 2017
[5:26 PM] Cerys: Sarai smiled weakly at Calan’s dismissal of the Magisters. She ignored Kaldin’s barbed insult. In an hour he would be back within the safety of the guild and Sarai doubted she would ever see him again. As the magisters gathered their supplies and turned away, Sarai shifted her weight from one foot to the other and let her body go slack against the restraints that bound her wrists and torso. The worst of it was over.
She listened to Calan intently. The realization that she could be left to the wolves was not one that she had dismissed. Within a few seconds of him speaking, she wished that she had tuned him out. Revulsion swirled through her stomach as she envisioned her own heartbeat echoing within his chest. It was too personal. Her chest felt barren, as if he had stolen an integral part of her identity. Sarai shrugged and hoped that her attempt at apathy would fool him. He grabbed her chin roughly, obviously displeased at her lack of a verbal response. Sarai met Calan’s eyes and found herself wondering if the rumors were true. “Commonfolk don’t get eyes like that, Sarai”, her mother had once told her. “The aristocracy have hands without calluses, backs without scars, and eyes that mimic the sky. We are lucky if our eyes mimic the lakes and rivers.” The lesson had been clear, even to an idealistic young girl. The common folk were a canvas upon which hardship was easily painted. Conversely, the mannerisms and appearances of the aristocracy spoke to their privileged upbringing.
Calan’s question shook Sarai from her musing. She closed her eyes and breathed in before searching for her aether. The connection to her source of magic was still weak but she could feel something new deep within her. It felt… powerful. She touched it lightly with a wisp of feather light aether. The sound of Calan’s beating heart resounded within her mind, strong and steady. Sarai released the tendril of magic and opened her eyes before replying,

[5:27 PM] Cerys: “I must concentrate, but I can hear it. It…”
She paused for a moment.
“It is unsettling. I cannot hear my own heartbeat. I believe the intent of the ritual was to steal it from me. After all, if your heartbeat stops mine will be forfeit.”
Sarai glared at Calan as he lifted her robe. He exposed her pale legs and underclothes to the moonlight. She replied in monotone with a simple ‘yes.’ Sarai wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing fear in her eyes. He had already taken something far more precious than her body and she allowed the shock from that theft to guide her responses.
“My name?”
Sarai blinked, surprised that he would care.
“Well, I’ve been called many things. My parents named me Sarai, but I’ve had merchants and aristocrats call me useless trash, a nobody, and a variety of other names. I’m sure it won’t be difficult for you to think of something creative.”
 As the shock began to recede, Sarai felt the twin emotions of anger and grief. She continued, emboldened by the opportunity to speak her mind.
“I hope you know that I have no issue killing myself to spite you. You paid a lot for me, even with the wealth your family possesses. Do you really intend to watch me at every second? You can’t.”

October 26, 2017
[7:01 AM] Inverenzie: Remaining quiet during her outburst, Calan narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth with his soulless smile. "Sarai..." He intoned quietly, repeating the word again, and again, as if he was tasting the sound of it. "Sarai... Sarai... Sarai..."
He could have given her another name. It seemed to be what she was expecting, but there was a ring to it that he enjoyed. A sensuous slither and roll off the tongue. She could keep it for now. Besides, he could vividly imagine the looks on his sibling's faces if he was to refer to her by name as an equal. That alone would be worth letting her keep a vestige of her old life.
What was important would be what she was made to call him. There was no way a commoner, much less a lowly mage, should use his given name. Or even familial one.
"Well, Sarai, my name is Calan. Calan De Armas. You will refer to me as Master." He advised, reaching to his right side to pull out the lone dagger sheathed there. It didn't glint in the moonlight, it's blade dulled not to reflect light.

The dagger was a curious blend of a plain steel blade, serrated with cruel barbs at the last inch before the hilt, and an ornate golden leather wrapped hilt. The pommel was a golden screaming skull with ruby eyes and a representation of a coin wedging it's mouth open, the crest of House Rauber. It was an incongruous item to be seen on anyone but a thief or assassin of the House of Shadows, and a high status one at that.
"You may have heard rumors of me. I'm no socialite like the rest of the fops that attend the balls and masquerades, but I have likely killed more people than you know by name."

[7:02 AM] Inverenzie: Calan stalked around to her back, out of her sight unless she was to peer over her shoulder. The tip of the blade pricked the skin between her shoulderblades as he stood just outside of her vision behind her back. Leaning forward, he spoke into her left ear, his voice a low threatening growl, "Out of all the people I've killed, each and every one of them, they all have had one thing in common."

"No matter how much they claimed beforehand, none were actually ready to die. Some pleaded for their lives. Others screamed. Many tried to offer coin. A memorable few spat in my face. Yet none of them was actually ready to die, come the end."

"It's quite strange, seeing as we all must die some day, but I won't deny you death. If that is what you wish..." He spoke, withdrawing the blade and walking back to her front where she could see him. He tossed the dagger lazily in the air, not looking as it twirled and then landed back in his hand by the hilt.

"Are you ready to die, Sarai?" Calan asked, genuinely asking the question yet speaking again before she could deliver an answer. "If you are afraid, I can take your life for you. I have ushered many off this mortal coil."

"Or," He offered after a pause, "If you are not ready, you can serve me. You will do what I say, you will stay by my side, and as long as you have no other instruction you may do as you please."

[10:50 PM] Cerys: Sarai listened patiently as Calan repeated her name. If her threat had shaken his resolve, he hid it well. A bitter smile crossed her lips for a moment before she caught herself. Of course, he would be an expert at hiding his emotions. The aristocracy were known for their word games and extravagant parties. The subtle ebb and flow of the conversation would be lost on all but the most perceptive commoners. Even if they realized something was wrong, it would be impossible to follow the references, sly smiles, and changes of topic. Each phrase signified something different and every conversation had layers capable of touching the whole of the city.
As he continued, Sarai couldn’t help but stare. Master? Really? She clenched her fists and thought about commenting on the fact that she was not one of his damned servants. After a few seconds of somber reflection, it occurred to her that she had even less autonomy than a servant. With substantial effort, a servant could save their coppers and escape the houses of the aristocracy. They could learn a trade in the twilight hours and sacrifice sleep to gain an apprenticeship with an up and coming merchant. These mundane pleasures (and many more) were barred from her. The collar around her neck felt suddenly heavy and she desired nothing more than to pull at it and breathe in air that wasn’t tainted by the weight of the aether-infused metal around her neck.

[10:50 PM] Cerys: Sarai stared at the dagger passively. Was she supposed to be impressed? It was fancy, of course, but there were few things that an aristocrat couldn’t buy. If he sought to spend his family’s coin on a gaudy dagger to play at being a soldier she could hardly fault him. Even spoiled brats had dreams of becoming something greater.
Sarai’s attention was pulled back into the present as she felt the tip of the blade cut through the thin fabric of her robe to rest on back. As she inhaled, she felt the point dig deeper and a thin line of blood trickled down her spine. As Calan spoke about those he had killed, doubt began to rise within Sarai. Perhaps the blade wasn’t ornamental. If he had all the resources he needed, he could have spent years training to fight and kill. Who would stop him? Sarai shivered and closed her eyes tight enough to cause bright spots of light to appear in the darkness.
He had called her bluff. While she wouldn’t shy away from death, she wasn’t ready to die. Her mother would have told her to make the best out of the situation. Her father would have reminded her of Corina’s strength and the fact that everyone had their own crucible to face. Dying meant that she would lose them both. She couldn’t make that choice, not until she was sure that being ensorcelled by this collar was a fate worse than living.

[10:50 PM] Cerys: With a shaky inhale that cause the tip of the blade to dig in deeper, Sarai spoke,
“I don’t want to die. At least, not for now. But…”
She paused and then opted to work through her thoughts as she spoke.
“As long as I have no other instruction… the phrase feels like a trap. The magisters said much of the same in the Aethernium. There was no free time. I’m not going to simply agree to serve you based on the promise that I’ll have some measure of freedom. I fell into that trap once already.”
Sarai turned and looked at Calan before continuing,
“I will serve you and do what you say. Not for the freedom, not because I admire you, and not because you might kill me otherwise. I’m doing this because it would be an affront to the gods to kill myself until I know the full extent of…whatever this is.”
Sarai turned away, suddenly vulnerable and far more tired than she had been in many moons. There. Four hours after the end of her augmentation class, Sarai had given up her freedom to an aristocrat.

October 28, 2017
[9:26 AM] Inverenzie: A baleful scowl crossed his face like a lightning strike, his cheek twitching in a supressed fury as he spat at her, "None of the gods shun death!"
Then in an instant the rage was gone, replaced with the resting expression of general  contempt. He looked her up and down, giving her a quick study and then pushed the dagger's hilt into one of her hands. He stepped back and drew the long thin blade from its scabbard and used it to slice through the leather restraints at one of her ankles.
"You speak like you are doing me a favor. Like you are anything other than property." He growled, walking to meet her gaze no matter where it shifted.

Calan slipped the blade through the leather loop at her other ankle and cut her free.
"I'll give you a minutes start. If I catch you, I will claim you and you will be mine," He advised, slipping the blade through a wrist loop and severing it's attachment to the cross. The last words were uttered with an intensity that became a threat in itself.
He placed the blade against the strap for the last cuff at her wrist, the dagger held above in her hand.
"If you can evade me, you can keep running. Sell that dagger, it should buy you a poor life or a rich dowry. You can live out your days for as many as I have left." He offered in a final flourish as he cut her last strap.

His thin bladed sword held at a stance of defence, he glared at her before barking out in a furious order, "Run!"

October 29, 2017
[3:03 PM] Cerys: Sarai startled at his sudden outburst. None of the gods shun death? Was he a religious scholar and an assassin now? She bristled at the comment but remained silent. It was pointless to argue with a headstrong man like Calan.

When he questioned how she addressed him, Sarai could hold her tongue no longer.

"Apologies, Master. This is all so new to me. I was free only a few hours before."

Bitterness tainted every syllable until Sarai could barely recognize the sound of her own voice.

As Calan began cutting away her restraints, a shiver ran down the length of her spine. His voice was similarly harsh and she couldn't help but wonder if she had crossed a line. Before she could apologize, Sarah felt her knees sinking into the soft earth as Calan sawed away at the restraints. A portion of what he said echoed in her minds eye. I will claim you.

[3:04 PM] Cerys: Fear, adrenaline, and the force of her aether returned to Sarai in a rush. The magic-deadening straps that had stopped her from using her abilities leaked thin tendrils of blue-gold magic. As Calan shouted at her to run, Sarai reached for her stored aether that resided within her chest. Bright yellow spheres formed around her fingertips before exploding outward in a flash of light as bright as the noon-day sun.

With Calan temporarily blinded by her light aether, Sarai stumbled to her feet and ran for the closest cluster of trees. She ducked behind the first tree and placed the dagger beneath a pile of leaves before bounding even further into the forested area. Sarai allowed the long buried instincts of her childhood to return to her as she darted between saplings and over bramble bushes. She skirted around meadows and moved ever forward until her lungs burned to the point of agony.

[3:04 PM] Cerys: Drawing on the lingering remains of her aether cache, Sarai closed her eyes and let her healing magic soothe the pain in her lungs before she pushed herself to her feet once more. As she began to jog deeper into the woods, Sarai tried to focus only on the act of surviving. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she realized that her aether was entirely depleted and she would have to face the wilds with nothing more than her wits.

[8:51 PM] Inverenzie: That bitch. Calan roared with rage as he held the palms of his hands to his eyes, his feet stumbling around on the grassy earth as he tried to follow the sound of her retreat.
Purple and blue sports appeared and vanished behind his lidded eyes as they burned with pain from the sudden blinding light.
He had been far too lenient, trusting, and overconfident. He should have had her at his feet mewling in pain and terror rather than treating her like she was anything other than less than human. She was property. He would remember that now, and when he caught up with her he would make sure she would not forget it.

Opening his eyes, he blinked through the pain and blindness as rough detail started returning to the world. Her heartbeat thumped in his chest and each beat only filled him with more resentment.
Curiously, there felt like there was a widening hole inside him, pulsing alongside the heartbeat and anger. A ravenous hungry maw that seemed to feed off the resentment, swallowing it away. It was alien, and strange. It had a similar feel to the heartbeat and he made a guess at what it was.
Like the flick of a switch, Calan activated one of the inscriptions that he had purchased for his pet mage.
There was a brief pang of hunger, and then a disorientation that cleared in an instant. He would have loved to have witnessed the first activation himself so he could  gauge the intensity and torture that such an insatiable desperate hunger would inspire. Yet he would settle for the knowledge that, where ever she now was, she would be feeling its effects. She would feel the slow build of hunger until it became intolerable and consuming.

[8:51 PM] Inverenzie: His vision cleared enough that he could make out the vaguest of impressions in the grass that led off into the woods. Old childhood lessons of hunting deer and other game animals in the forests and woodlands returned to him.
Yes. This was still possible, much harder in the dark, but still possible.
Picking up the blade he had dropped in his blindness, he set forward at a trot to follow the panicked and fearful trail she had left. It was just like tracking a spooked deer, except he had a huge advantage in this hunt. He could feel her heartbeat. He'd be able to feel her fear as he gained ground on her.

Screaming out into the night air, Calan vented his fury, frustration, and hatred into a single word, "Sarai!".(edited)

[10:21 PM] Cerys: A pang of sudden hunger shot through Sarai’s stomach with an echoing growl. A light wave of nausea followed, and she wondered how long had it been since she had eaten. Magic was known to drain mental fortitude and cause hunger, but the sudden ache of this sensation was too sharp. Sarai gasped as another stab filled the empty hollow of her stomach and radiated outward. She clenched her eyes shut for a moment and focused on the simple action of placing one foot in front of the other.
Move. The thought was ever present, urging her to simply follow the light of the moon until she could go no further. The hunger would hurt but it would be nothing compared to the vengeance Calan would exact if he found her. Her footfalls sank into the ground, parting mud and leaves indiscriminately as twigs snapped under her weight. There would be no way to cover her tracks completely. The knowledge frightened her, but she knew that Calan would struggle to follow her trail in the darkness.

[10:21 PM] Cerys: His voice echoed out from the woods behind her and Sarai struggled to calm the surge of fear that caused her extremities to go cold. The rage that colored his voice caused her to bound forward again, heedless of a small cluster of brambles that blocked her path. Sarai crashed into them and forced her way through the thorns and nettles, grimacing as they ripped at the robe and left tiny lacerations along her arms. She fell to her knees and clutched her stomach while feeling around for any patches of grass that grew along the edges of the thorns. Her fingertips brushed across a small bunch and she tore the plant from the soil and ate as much of the grass as she could stomach before throwing the roots into the bramble bush. After a half minute of measured breathing, Sarai stood up and began to move once more. How had it come to this?

October 31, 2017
[8:05 AM] Inverenzie: "...Flay the flesh from her ass..." Calan mumbled spitefully as he made his way slowly through the woodlands, pausing for an instant at every thirteenth step to make sure he had her trail. It slowed his progress but it was the only way to stay on her track. .
"...Rip out her teeth..." He continued to grumble, taking a knee at a sapling. One of the branches had been snapped in passing, hanging loosely as sap collected around the damage. This was a mark of her passage. A larger animal would have severed the branch entirely. A smaller one would have avoided it altogether. He walked out into a meadow, streaming out a litany of curses as he realised he had lost her track and then doubled back to find it again.
"...Hold her feet over the forg-" He started to mutter before the long mournful howl of a wolf echoed throughout the woodland, drowning out his voice. He drew his long sword, holding it casually as he kept going.
He doubted the creatures would trouble him. They were close enough to the city that it wolves had learned to stay away from humans. In a good enough condition, a wolf pelt would sell for a few coins. Yet... There were persistent stories of men going missing or found torn apart and savaged.

"I'm going to find you, Sarai!" Calan called out, paying attention to the beat of the phantom heart. If it beat any faster he would know that she was within earshot at least. He increased his gait as he found a long series of foodprints deep in the mud. He took heart at this and cupped a hand to his mouth to project his voice in that direction, "I'm going to take my dagger and carve my name into you, Sarai!"

December 3, 2017
[10:15 AM] Cerys: Calan's voice echoed behind her, close enough that she could hear the individual words distinctly. A violent shiver ran down the length of her spine at the thought of his name being carved into her flesh. She could heal the damage, but the scars would remain. As she forced herself to move an additional ten paces, Sarai reflected on the steady beat of his heart. While it had initially taken her magic to find, she no longer needed to focus on the sound. It was an omnipresent echo in the back of her mind's eye, simply waiting for her attention to summon it to the forefront of her awareness. Calan's heart beat steadily and Sarai despaired at his physical fitness. Would he ever tire of hunting her?

As the cramps in her stomach grew more intense and frequent, Sarai's vision blurred at the edges. The grass that she had consumed while running did nothing to stop the pain. She reached up to touch the snake's head on her collar while she sat down with her back against a large oak tree. The metal was warmer than her ambient body temperature. The differential was a hallmark of a strong magical artifact.

 Of course he would use magic to get back at her. It was ironic that the escalating hunger would cripple her far more than her luminescent magic would effect him. She smiled bitterly at the thought before curling up into a tight ball atop the collection of tree roots. Sarai cried while she waited. It was impossible to run any longer.

December 4, 2017
[8:45 AM] Inverenzie: He was close now. The individual marks of her tracks were spaced together tightly. Her pace had faltered. A warm feeling of smug satisfaction grew in his belly and spread throughout his body to the rhythm of the heart beating within his chest. His heart, the one with the steady pace, and not the rapid echo of the heartbeat of his prey. Yes, he was very close.
The woodland was quiet. Even the insects had ceased their noise. All that could be heard was a muffled sniffling, mewling, almost on the edge of hearing. A predatory smile crossed his lips, his eyes lighting up with it in enjoyment. This was going to be good. That little freak was going to pay.

He widened his stance and crept quietly ahead, barely making a sound as he tread careful footsteps towards a large oak tree. Silently he rounded the tree, his heartbeat quickening as he spotted the plainly dressed ball of body and limbs making hushed crying sounds. Lunging forward, Calan's foot hit a twig that gave way with a high pitched snap a moment before his hand closed around her neck. In a moment he had slipped the hand around to the front of her throat and slammed her head against the trunk of the oak, pinning her against it. His thumb, index, and middle fingers clenched her windpipe as tightly as they could. The aim was to choke her but he couldn't get enough of a grip of her neck to completely restrict her breathing due to the collar she now wore.

"...Got you," Calan sneered as he leveled the long sword against her neck, just below the collar. The sharp edge brushed her neck intimately at just the right distance to convey the promise of sharpness but no kiss of pain. With a quick flick of the wrist he could end her in a slow and bloody manner. "Do that light thing to me again, Witch, and I'll leave your carcass for the wolves."
[8:45 AM] Inverenzie: He moved around to her front and barked at her again, "If you want me to turn off the hunger you'll do as I say." Positioning himself in front of the split of her legs he leaned in, pushing his lips to hers in an unwelcome forced kiss before he slipped his tongue from the corner of her lips and up her cheek to taste her tears. "Pull your robe up. Show me my prize," He hissed.
December 8, 2017

[11:16 AM] Cerys: Sarai groaned as the pangs of hunger assailed her once more. Past the point of reason, Sarai dug her fingers into the soft flesh of her stomach and forced them deeper until the pressure was enough to distract her. It would only last a minute. She repeated the focusing mantras in her mind, hoping that the plea to control her reactions would summon some hidden cache of willpower.

As she heard his footsteps, Sarai wrapped herself tighter into a ball that would do little to save her. The illusion was shattered as she felt his rough hands grab her throat and pull her body upright. She endeavored to help him by moving her feet and pushing herself upwards before the pressure in her neck overwhelmed her and damaged something within her spine. With her back firmly pressed against the knotted bark of the oak tree, she had expected him to let go. After all, where was she to run? Instead, she felt his grip tighten as his thumb dug cruelly into her windpipe. With this new assault, Sarai briefly forgot about the pain in her stomach. Every thought was focused on the tiny gasps that netted her too little air. Dizziness threatened to overtake her vision as she felt the cold of his blade resting against her throat.(edited)

[11:16 AM] Cerys: Normally she would resent being called a witch. The bevy of insults that had served her so well in the past died on her tongue as tears streamed down her face. Now was not the time to protest. He would not hesitate to kill her. The look in his eyes was too feral for her to gamble her life on something so petty.

Calan repositioned himself with ease, ensuring that the weight of his body would keep her legs splayed open. It was a small thing. Such a gesture would go likely unrecognized in a drunken night at a rowdy tavern. However, in her current predicament, Sarai could feel every bit of Calan's body that met her own. The shift was a demonstration of the power that he wielded and she felt a rising wave of nausea roil in the confines of her agonized stomach. No escape. The damnable words echoed in her mind as his lips pressed against hers. He invaded her mouth with ease, his tongue pressing against her own cruelly while her body quivered in abject fear. No escape. He moved to her cheekbone, tasting the latest tear with an unmistakable attitude of satisfaction.

When Calan addressed her, Sarai found herself reaching for the bottom of her robe in jerky movements. There was no hesitation. Her weakened arms tugged at the cloth, forcing it above her hips until the bunched fabric rested just below the curve of her breasts. Her bare legs were immediately inundated with goose flesh and she unconsciously shifted to the right, trying to shield her exposed womanhood from the monster pressed against her.

Her voice was quiet and rough from exposure to the cold night air,

"Please, my stomach. Please end it."

As if on cue, another wave of hunger cut her begging short and forced her body to twitch beneath him. She could feel his manhood stirring from the movement and she pressed her back further into the bark as the tears continued their inexorable path down her cheeks and onto her chest.(edited)

December 10, 2017
[9:03 AM] Inverenzie: "You can beg better than that," he crooned to her as he slowly removed the blade from her neck and tossed it haphazardly away to the side. He'd fetch it later. Right now he needed the spare hand for more important things. Namely to pull down his pants low enough to release his meaty cock that was hardening with each passing moment.
He couldn't bring himself to use the other hand at her neck for that act. The look on her face, afraid and in pain, as she labored for breath was arousing to him and he resolved, in that instant, that he would endeavour to see it often.

The bracing cold night air enveloped his mid section as his manhood finally came free. He held it in his hand and slapped it across her belly, teasing her with the size as he knew he wasn't small at nine inches. The thickness of it would likely also give her pause. His voice took on a hard edge as he growled, "You've given me quite the merry chase tonight, Sarai. Don't even think about hiding your cunt from me now."

He took a small step back and let go of his cock to raise a flat open hand and bring it down in a stinging slap against her upper legs, repeating the motion swiftly without giving her a chance to react before the following blows rained down upon her legs and thighs to turn her skin pink.
After a few minutes of this abuse, he made an unhappy grunt and lowered his hand. The hand at her neck finally relented and released her, only to take up station in her hair where it grabbed a clump of her hair tightly and close to the root.

With a savage motion, Calan pulled on her hair and then shoved her head forcefully back against the three trunk. He smirked at the satisfying sound of her skull hitting the hard surface but didn't stop to relish it as he stepped to the side and yanked her forward again. His leg kicked out in front of her shins as he pulled her to trip her face forward to the cold dirt at the base of the tree.
[9:03 AM] Inverenzie: "Raise your ass up and push your face to the dirt while you beg me, Sarai," Calan barked out in order.
[5:01 PM] Cerys: Calan’s words echoed in her ears as the hunger continued to cause her body to twitch and cramp. It was true, of course. Sarai could beg him with her entire being, but the myriad of conflicting sensations made it difficult to focus. Rainbows and pinpricks of light swirled beneath her eyelids as the world took on an unearthly hue. Was this it? Sarai hoped fervently that she would pass out, but she doubted Calan would allow her to stay incapacitated for long. Such men liked playing with their prey. It was no fun if her body gave out before her mind broke.

A violent shiver ran through her body at the realization that he desired to break more than just her body. He had probably planned this damnable hunt to give himself an excuse to treat her this way. Was there anything she could do? How could she stop him? Short, pained gasps emanated from within the recesses of her windpipe. There was still far too little air.

Calan never moved the hand that pinned her to the tree. She could feel his fingers moving ever so slightly, modulating the pressure unconsciously so that she didn’t get accustomed to the sensation. Soon after came the sharp pricks of pain on her cheeks that signaled that her face was turning blue from the lack of blood. Sarai had seen it happen in a fight once, and was too scared to intervene. Now, in the grip of a monster, she would do anything to save even her worst enemy from such a fate.
[5:01 PM] Cerys: Sarai could feel Calan’s skin against her own as he pulled his cock free from the confines of the fabric that had struggled to hold it. He slapped her stomach with his cock and she felt her body shudder against the unwelcome touch. It was too big. He would rip her apart until she would be unable to crawl out of the woods. She felt bile rising in her throat and swallowed hard against the pain. He wouldn’t hesitate to let her choke on her own vomit. She tried to speak, tried to beg him for some form of mercy.

“Please, you don’t nee—”

Before she could finish, Calan’s open hand slapped her upper leg. She yelped in pain and startled, causing a searing sensation in her neck as his fingers dug in further. The pain continued as he alternated from one leg to the other before moving to the sensitive flesh of her thighs. Sarai screamed in earnest now, though it was a pitiful sound, muted by the hand that still encircled her throat. She tried to move her legs to the sides, but it only seemed to anger him more. The blows continued, and Sarai begged her patron goddess to release her from the world as her vision continued to blur and dull.

When he finally stopped, Sarai could feel her legs starting to bruise. A few dazed seconds after Calan released her throat, she coughed and sucked in too much air, cursing the sharp pain of excess that splintered like lightning down the inside of her windpipe. Before she could inhale again, Calan had grabbed her hair and slammed her skull against the tree bark.
[5:01 PM] Cerys: Another scream escaped her lips, this time at full volume. A ringing tone echoed in her ears and she went limp, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Soon after, Sarai felt her knees and chest collide with the earth as the impact forced the air she had gathered out of her lungs. Sarai gasped and coughed as her torso shuddered and her respiratory system tried to recover. Above her, Calan shouted at her and she turned to look at him before forcing her face back into the mud. It took a few seconds before she could reply.

“Please, Master…”

She paused, not recognizing the voice that came out of her mouth as her own.

“Master, please. Please don’t rape me.”
[5:03 PM] Cerys: Her voice was fractured, and it took seconds to push every word out of her bruised throat.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for angering you.”(edited)

December 11, 2017
[6:53 PM] Inverenzie: "I'm not going to rape you," Calan said in a gruff matter-of-fact manner.

He stepped away from the tree and moved towards her. Watching her carefully as he approached, he settled down to the earth behind her. A knee pinned down her right leg, digging into her calf muscle before his other knee followed suit with her other leg as he rested his full weight on those sections of her legs. With a flourish he threw the robe back to uncover her lower body and his warm rough hand cupped her sex, it's fingers searching for her clit as his other hand raised and slapped down against her ass with a sharp ringing clap of a splayed hand against soft skin.

"You're property now, Sarai. Rape would imply that I would be taking you against your will," Calan lectured as he found her clitoris and slowly started running a finger in gentle circles around it.

"Your own will means nothing now. I could no more rape you than I would be violating a chair for sitting in it. No. I'm going to use you, woman. You're nothing but a tool now. My magic user. A slave. My defense against all those that wish me harm. If I want you to weave your magic, you'll do so. If I want to bend you over and wet my cock inside you, that's what will happen and you will thank me for the pleasure."

Calan leaned forward, pushing a great deal of his weight onto his knee's again to drive them into her calf muscles. The palm of the hand rubbing at her clit dropped slightly, allowing the fingers of his other hand access to grip and pull at the lip of her pussy, pulling it taut while pinched between his thumb and side of his index finger. For a few seconds he tugged and pulled at it and then he released it, only to press his middle finger against the opening to her cunt. And then it was inside her, slowly pushing further and further in until his knuckles bumped the lips of her pussy.
[6:53 PM] Inverenzie: "Your begging is pathetic... So I'll stop the hunger, Sarai. As soon as I've filled your cunt with my seed," he promised her, the finger inside her flexing and wiggling as he began preparing her for his cock, the fingers of his other hands till rubbing at her clit.
[9:59 PM] Cerys: For a moment, Sarai forgot about the monster within the man. As soon as Calan confessed that he wouldn’t rape her, she felt tension easing out of muscles that she hadn’t consciously flexed. She turned her head and looked at him as he approached, simultaneously hopeful and anxious. There was always a miniscule chance that Calan had put her through all of this to test her strength. Sarai searched his eyes, hoping to see a smile or a tinge of empathy. As he crouched down beside her, the mage felt her heart sink into her stomach as dread replaced the empty cavity within her chest.

Sarai felt the world shrink and fold in on itself as Calan rested his full weight atop her calves. Her peripheral version was clouded with red spots of pain as the muscles in her legs were forced against bone. The soil beneath her shins was too dry to cushion any part of the impact. Sarai screamed again and dug her fingers into the dirt beneath her, mindlessly clawing for an escape.

“No no no n----”

A painful slap on her ass silenced Sarai’s babbling, though she hardly felt the pain in comparison to the searing agony that ran the length of her legs. Sarai reached for her well of aether, desperate for relief. If she could just bolster her muscles with a simple weave of magic, she knew that she could survive whatever else Calan planned to subject her to. The tips of her fingertips glowed white before her limited supply of aether burned itself out and disappeared. She felt Calan’s hand on her womanhood, searching for the most sensitive part of her body while he spoke to her.
[9:59 PM] Cerys: He spoke to her as if she was a child that had failed to comprehend an immutable truth of the world. His voice was measured as he spelled out the exact terms of her new life. As she started to zone out, Calan leaned forward again, not allowing her the merciful escape of disassociation. Sarai shrieked and desperately tried to pull away from him. Calan simply shifted in place and continued to explore her pussy, unfazed by her futile attempts to escape. As soon as she felt his fingers inside of her, Sarai froze. His middle finger pressed inward, inch by inch until she could feel his knuckles grazing her inner labia. It was a sensation she had never felt from anyone other than herself and nausea rolled through her body in waves as she struggled not to vomit.

‘This is fine. He can have your body but he’ll never have your mind. You will always have autonomy within your own mind. One day, you’ll be free again.’

More tears streamed down her face as Sarai struggled to find her voice.

“Please… Master, just take me. I’ll heal the damage later, I just can’t…”

Sarai shuddered as another wave of nausea coursed through her.

“P-please fuck me.”

She couldn’t bring herself to beg for his seed and ended up simply repeating herself. Sarai bit her lower lip until she felt blood staining her teeth. She would survive this, somehow.(edited)
December 13, 2017

[7:30 PM] Inverenzie: With her forced lascivious chant driving him on, Calan decided he could wait no longer. His hand withdrew from her and firmly gripped the meat of her ass with a hand, his fingers digging into her flesh. The other positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt, not wasting a single moment before it was pushing, shoving, forcing its way into her.

She was tight, painfully so, and his breath hissed between clenched teeth as he forced the first inch inside of her. Each sensation of pain that he felt as he remorselessly stretched her to accommodate for the size of his vein rippled cock was met with his hand releasing her ass to spank her violently. His strikes were needlessly hard, far harder than anyone but a sadist would think that she deserved. The palm of his hand stung as his fingers buried in her flesh of her ass after every strike.

The process of carving out a path inside her became easier with the second inch as he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock sawing the length further inside her by increments. Lust and impatience quickly won out though and he reached forward, leaning over her to grab her hair in both hands using it like the reins of a horse to pull her head up and back as, with one hard thrust, he forced the length of his cock deep inside her. He grunted breathlessly and then let out a long low growl as his shaft buried itself inside her, hitting the back just as her ass pressed in against his pelvis.(edited)
[7:30 PM] Inverenzie: Calan growled his words as he gave her yet another command, "Reach between your legs and rub your clit. This is the only cock you're going to get, you might as well learn to enjoy it, my little rutting bitch." He withdrew barely half the length of his cock from her only to slam it back into her swiftly with a violent thrust that caused an audible meaty slap of two bodies colliding. The process repeated in a slow rhythm.

He tugged on her hair and gave her a warning, "But don't you dare cum. I own you now. Every part of you. All your pain and pleasure. You don't get to cum until after I do or I tell you to."

"What did I just say? Repeat it so I know you understand!" He yelled mid thrust, increasing his tempo as his lust for power and control was satisfied by his dominance over her.