01-16-2012, 10:50 PM
Fenris was asleep within minutes of finishing the conversation. The steady tossing of the ship and the sound of waves crashing against the walls never ceased. The sounds added to his tumultuous thoughts as they warred in his mind. One side fought for compassion for both Laiden and Codette, while the other was stubborn aggression. Somehow the storm seemed to mirror his mental battle.
He dreamed about Laiden, and Codette. They were together, and Joseph seemed happier somehow. Fenris could see how they seemed to be fond of one another in a sibling sort of way, and for once he was bitter toward it. He hated the dream. He hated Codette. She was what started this. She was the one who supported Laiden's "rebellion." Slowly, everything began to shift.
Pain suddenly struck him, consuming his mind. Fenris opened his eyes to find himself pressed against a stone floor, warmed only by his own blood. The scent and taste was all he could fathom, and the pain kept him from focusing on anything specific.
"You will learn to listen, slave!" The whip cracked loudly, leaving another open wound on his dark skin. Gritting his teeth against crying out, Fenris found his wrists bound. He couldn't shelter himself from the slavemaster.
"My will is all you will heed! You will yield!"
Somewhere after the first hour, things changed. Instead of fighting against Codette, he was fighting against a familiar enemy. A nameless foe, yet . . . he knew who it was. The figure was from his past; a cruel, unforgiving master who saw to it that every slave was put in their place permanently. He was particularly "fond" of Fenris because of the male's unyielding demeanor.
Fenris frowned in his sleep, shifting uncomfortably. Though his mind was restless, the tossing of the ship and day's events seemed to push him over the edge. It was a rare feat, but Fenris was actually struggling.
The markings. They were carved into him with the intention of causing pain, and branding him as a slave. Fenris tried to pull away from the burning sensation, finally crying out as the hot metal slowly trailed over his skin. Fenris did cry out as phantom pain ran over his chest, following the pattern of his nightmare. It wouldn't stop. And they'd only just begun. The brand moved over his arms, shoulders, back . . . he was to be completely branded. The white scars left behind would be a testament to his disobedience.
Last edited by Esmme; 01-16-2012 at 10:52 PM..
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