Thread: Under the Thumb of a Tyrant (Valanaer x Swagbeast)

Cain kept himself alert as they walked, every sound around him being analyzed and every movement by Ammon felt, from when she tensed up saying the word slave to when she finally stopped moving. He had no time to react when they stopped as Ammon reacted faster and ripped the linen from his eyes before shoving him off the walkway and into a decent sized body of water, the man only catching a glimpse before he plunged down into its depths. Cain immediately rose to the surface, sputtering water and trying to find Ammon up above him, though at first he could only hear her going on about fate and his test. He only found where she was as she began to speak of the chances, six tunnels to lead him to freedom and one that would take him right back to her in the cathedral, the thought of which sent a shiver down his spine. The worst part was he didn't know which way would lead him back to her because the way they came was up high where he couldn't climb, which meant that one of the other tunnels would loop him back around and into her clutches. His concern switched from Ammon to actual survival as she started to disappear from sight. So Cain swam around until he found a shore and climbed up out of the water, crawling a ways before rolling over onto his back to catch his breath and think. He quickly came to the conclusion that trying to figure out what passage to take would be his doom, no doubt double guessing and nervousness would cause him to stay too long and either starve or eventually fall to his death on some sharp piece of rock. He would have to feel his way around and hope he could find an exit, any of the possibilities were better than starvation. So after a short rest he stood up and allowed his eyes to adjust as much as they could, which was not much in such a dark environment. When he finally realized how hopeless it was to try and see anything even feet in front of him he gave up and after a few more moments began to move around, feeling along the wall and making an effort to find a passageway that would hopefully lead to his freedom. The beginning of his journey went better than the rest though, his quickness in finding a passage had given him hope but when he found the way he had gone to be a dead end it crushed his spirits. The rest of his time continued in such a way, long winding passages leading him to nothing but dead ends and the occasional drop off which almost fooled him once or twice. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he began wandering through the stone labyrinth but he guessed by his hunger and how tired he was that it had been a few days, days of which he had barely any rest and dared not go to sleep in fear of forgetting which was he had been going and which directions lead to dead ends. So by the time his journey brought him to actual walls and doorways of the cathedral he didn't make the connection, his exhaustion and hunger driving him forward. In fact it wasn't until he found his way out of the underground maze and back up onto the light of day that he knew anything was going on. He looked ragged, his clothing ripped and tattered, cuts on much of his exposed flesh, and dirt and grime all over. When Cain's eyes adjusted it all hit him, where he was, what that meant, and while his survival instinct caused a feeling of relief, his mind, even in its current state of exhaustion knew it had all just begun. Of course he was too tired to speak and the sudden loss of adrenaline made his limbs give out, dropping him to the floor onto his hands and knees, his head raising to look at Ammon and although his features gave away his condition his eyes burned bright with hatred. He would not ask her to help him with food or water, he wanted nothing to do with the woman after what she had just done to him. Fate had certainly decided, it had given him back to her and as he remained on his hands and knees he cursed fate, gritting his teeth and doing his best to stay conscious, the sudden loss of adrenaline making it harder and harder to keep his eyes open and keep even a smidgen of control. He couldn't though and before he could say a word or even attempt to stand again he collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud and unwillingly leaving himself at Ammon's mercy.