sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *feels her throat working, closing, her mind races and spins in circles, the heat oppressive, pressing down on her, making her feel so very unreal, surreal, as if in a dream... and your hand, on her flat, taut belly, which fluttered and rose up and down a little, brought her back, a rock to which she clung mentally and sobbed, her fingers balling into tight fists. she was glad she never had long nails, or they would surely be cutting into her palms, and she gulps in air, desperately, she whimpers* nonopleaseno pleasenomaster....
(00:32:33 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *draws his arm back, the short branding iron tilting level to the ground, the end angled towards your left outer thigh, just below the hip... he looks in your eyes as a stream of pleading comes from your lips... his hand presses more firmly on your belly to steady your body, completely immobile in the tight bindings, the clamp holding your thigh perfectly still... he moves his arm forward slowly, the brand covering the distance inexorably, until the kef presses cleanly, solidly into the flesh of your well-toned thigh... a sizzling sound whips through the air, and the scent of burning flesh permeates the small, oppressively-hot room... he begins to count aloud* one... two...
(00:40:20 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *shakes her head, tossing it back and forth as you lower the brand, her entire body drawing taut as she hears it, then smells it, the nerves cauterizing almost instantaneously but not fast enough even though the iron was white-hot, and before you could count out two she screamed, a keen, high-noted wail as her body seized up, the tendons in her neck straining outward as time stood still for those terse seconds of immeasurable pain, and then the cry broke into gasps and chokes as another flood of hot tears covers her cheeks trailing down her neck and her body was slickened with sweat as the branding iron you wielded against her stripped her humanity away like an onion's layer*
(00:45:36 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *continues to count as your scream splits the air* three... four... five... *then draws back the brand, setting it down on the stone near the fire, to be cleaned thoroughly before its next use... he looks down and examines the dark brand on your flesh... the detailed, feminine kef symbol stands in stark contrast to the skin around it, smooth and unmarred, a perfect symbol... he smiles briefly with satisfaction at his work, then undoes the clamp holding down your thigh, removing it from the table and setting it on the ground... he takes up a jar of salve stored beneath the table and opens it, speaking softly* the pain will fade soon, sarai... and this will help the flesh heal... do not scratch or pick at the mark, not until it is fully healed... *waiting several ihn for the branded flesh to cool, he takes some salve from the jar with his fingers and begins to gently slather it over the brand, coating it thoroughly, the salve pleasingly cool against your thigh... he recaps the jar of salve, setting it down, and undoes the bindings around your wrists and ankles, releasing you from the confines of the table*
(00:59:47 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *as you release her she collapses to the stones, bonelessly, closing her eyes, she wanted so bad to shut you out but there you stood over her, and she gathered in another breath to wail out again as her small fists beat the stones as a surge of rebellion welled up inside, every nerve on edge, on fire, centered around that brand, that mark, as her body surges with the dump of adrenaline and shakes, and curls her into a foetal response position... and a string of senseless words gushes from her as her mind recoils against what you have done to her, and she lay on her side crying, the tears not ceasing, but hot and relentlessly falling as her heart felt torn out, and she struggled for breaths, her chest heaving... and those dark pools that showed her utter misery, for she had trusted you and now how could she? you had burned into her this... mark... this... brand... and it would never heal, would never fade.*
*she had not a single mar on her expanse of tawny golden skin but now this... and she felt ruined...*
(01:19:39 )
sarai{Drax}
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to - The Blade's Edge - Dra
: *the world surges from that dreamlike slow-motioned phase into time at its steady ticking pace again, and she gulps in air as your harsh-spoken syllables thrum across the dense air to her ears, making her jump in her skin... and whatever had been in the salve, the blackened flesh that stood out like an ugly sore thumb in her blurred vision now throbbed in time with her heartbeat, no longer the sharp stinging pain of a third-degree burn, she realized, her tears suddenly ceased but leaving behind little whimpers and hitched breaths like a child makes in an attempt to bring chaos under control... *
*Feeling spent, tired, numb inside and out, she struggles to push herself upwards, but she was so weak, felt so helpless... and she was, her inward thoughts reeled, because she'd trusted you and you had brought her pain and a scar and a life of being nothing but a slave.... she kneels there before you, in more or less nadu although her thighs were more shallowly parted and her shoulders dipped forward, and no longer did she hold her chin up as her watery gaze fixed on your boots and her breathing leveled out, one beat at a time.*
(01:24:30 )
- The Blade's Edge -
Drax Kernien
† Mercenary †
PClaw, WM
--in the great hall of the main lodge, where mercenaries often gather to eat, drink, and tell tales--
to sarai{Drax}PClaw, WM
: *eyes you as you adjust your body halfheartedly into a kneeling position... with a fierce growl, he steps forward, his strong hand wrapping around your throat, gripping it firmly but not tightly enough to cut off your air, forcing your head to lift and your gaze to meet his... he snarls to you* I have trained you better than this, kajira... show me a proper nadu or I will tie you back down to that table and leave you here all night, until you remember your place...
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