I was really growing thicker skin. I hadn't squird or spasd on the floor after getting lashed a couple of tis today. Well, it was mostly to do with my previous experience. I anticipated how terrible it would hurt, and I welcod it, gritting my teeth and clenching my jaws.
That did sothing. Nope, it did not decrease the pain, but soone I was able to endure more. Humans and their heads, weird business.
Anyway, let's not talk about violence, though I must remind you, my back only knew one sensation that day after getting the lashing. You could probably guess what it was. Even at the minutest movent, my back ached at the reminder of that horrifying agony.
I got about a couple of hours of unmoving rest in my room and used that fully, laying like a corpse on the floor. If not for the familiar knock on my door, I might even convince myself that I was a corpse.
"It's open," I mumbled, still unmoving from my spot. I hoped they were able to hear his mumble.
About a few seconds later, two figures entered his quarter with uncertain looks in their eyes.
"I'm alive," I told them, lifting my arm up.
It wasn't the beautiful dark-skinned woman with Caron today, but the other man—Number 196—whom we t together with the pretty woman. I had so impressions of this guy. Well, what I think of him? A little immature fanboy, and that was it. That was my whole impression of him.
"Can you move?" Caron asked, scurrying closer to help up.
Before I could answer, the other person decided to open his mouth. "I tell her this will be a waste of effort. Look at you now. Bard can't even stand up after getting a few lashes."
"Shut it, Stan. Nobody wants to listen to you." I told him straight as Caron helped up.
Number 196 grunted, but remained silent, watching with his eyes boring at , full of disdain. I don't think he got the reference there. A black guy that wasn't a fan of hip-hop and rap music. Hmm, seed unbelievable. Or he could be slow.
"How far do I have to go?" I asked, excusing the pain in my head.
Caron turned to the other guy for the answer.
The jaded slave sighed after a while. "In your current state, it'll take thirty minutes at the very least," he said. "But you don't have ti to spare, so grit your teeth and clench your jaw, 'cause we're moving."
And so we moved out of my quarter in the cover of the night. Although it wasn't completely forbidden to move around during the resting ti, we still moved in stealth.
Well, Guards were fine with slaves fucking around in so corner, not making too much ruckus, but they absolutely couldn't endure slaves sitting together and conspiring.
I an, what were they even afraid of? Slaves working together to conspire and overthrow them? That wasn't even a possibility. Perhaps it would have been if there were at least a dozen slaves like A'caen. That guy alone brought down four guards on his own and seed to have the energy left to do more.
However, that was not to be. The slave collars left him sprawled and powerless on the ground. And that could happen to every one of the slaves if the guards desired it.
Walking was painful, but I managed, thinking of the doctor I would et who would help recover my palm. Then I wouldn't have to be so useless anymore.
Number 196 led us through the turns and twists to a deeper region of the mine where Guards didn't even venture unless they absolutely had to. It was one of the areas that had been completely mined as stone splinters and debris spread all over. There weren't any of those lights. We moved through the darkness. Slow and steady.
I was a bit startled at the sheer space of it. It should have taken thousands of slaves and years of effort to pull all the magic crystals out.
"This way," said 196, as he led through thodical pathways. After moving for a couple of minutes more, we ca to a dead end. "Wait a second."
Number 196 picked up a stone and started hitting the stone wall precisely in an enigmatic rhythm.
"Passcode," a muffled voice said from the other end of the stones, alerting completely. The tone was rough and rigid, and it took a while to understand.
I turned to Caron to find he wasn't that surprised. Was the forr accountant here before?
Most likely, considering he seed to have so way to contact them and that was not through eting directly.
Anyway, Number 196 uttered the passcode: "Poisonlily, 12072019."
A minute later, the enormous block of the stone wall opened up to a door and behind them stood a round man, half a tre taller than . I was dwarfed by his presence and even considering if he was a slave or not. The familiar slave collar on his neck provided confirmation for . He was a native. It was too easy to figure that out, his red skin and size were evident enough.
The giant slave watched us for several seconds as if making sure of our entry and then left us to our devices, proceeding to take care of the door.
Number 196 led us to enter as the stone door closed after us. The huge man closed it by himself, pulling so levers.
I swallowed and turned towards 196. "12072019," I repeated. "Is that a date?"
Number 196 turned to , but decided to keep his silence.
"The date you're summoned to this realm?" I asked again. And like before, the tall dark man didn't even consider answering my question. However, I wasn't just taking pain as my company. "Huh, that passcode was elentary, I wonder--"
"Shut your mouth and keep walking," said 196 coldly, cutting off completely. His tone suggested I wouldn't want my mouth running wild in this place.
I turned my head in the direction of the giant man at the stone gate and swallowed. I picked up my pace and joined them to et the doctor.
On the way, I hadn't t that many people. There were a handful of people. So really were fucking in so corners here, so drinking whatever alcohol their asly slave earnings bought them, and the rest were doing their own thing.
After a mont, a familiar figure joined them. The usual partner of 196 wasn't in her slave attire now, but then again, it wasn't anything extravagant either. Fair cloth, hiding most of her skin, unlike when she was working, where she barely had a blouse and underclothes to hide her beautiful and bountiful parts.
She was drinking sothing as she held onto the cult with both of her palms. It wasn't alcohol; I learned when she got closer, though it had a thick scent to it.
"Interested?" she asked, finding him sniffing off her drink. She had a curious look in her eyes.
"What is it even?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Poison," she answered, "but don't worry, it doesn't have much effect on n."
I furrowed my brows.
"It's just a contraceptive," the beautiful woman said as she moved on, leaving completely dumbfounded on the back.
Reviews
All reviews (0)