Thread: The Bet (Darjeeling X QB)

Inwardly, Fleur allowed herself a glimmer of self-served satisfaction. Her proof had been sold away years ago and with it, her value as a slave. It did not take much to realize that much more than that had been taken by the way the green-eyed girl stood naked with nary a blush on her unmarked cheeks. But the trader had not told the noble the whole truth of this until it was too late. His slaves had been penned in like cattle and given no leave to move, or were otherwise chained or locked down before the nobles had begun to infest the market like fleas. She did not know of her companions nor was she willing to turn her head away from the doors. But Fleur was all too aware of the mousey eyes of the woman who called herself a friend. Ofttimes the other slave would attempt to strike up a conversation with the black haired girl but Kyra would be met with silence or quiet answers. To Fleur, making friends would not send cold hard cash back to her mother. Friends would only serve to soften her heart and soften her resolve. Slaves were a dying breed but still ever abundant around these parts, especially with nobles such as the man squeezing her breasts and waist roughly. She knew that she may not see Kyra ever again tomorrow, or the next day or the next. Fleur was only convinced further when Kyra mentioned that she was still a maiden. Barely a flicker of anything but spite crossed her eyes every time the coiled whip was lashed about the trader's ears who quivered, simpering on the cool marble floor which seemed too clean for the likes of them. Fleur held no passing love for the man or for anyone else within her line of sight. She would have spit at the man holding the crop too, especially when it glanced about her chin and wrenched her gaze upwards to the blonde-haired male. Up close he seemed far less noble than he did five minutes ago. The man was a sadist even with his golden waves and seemingly slender build. His breath stank and his dark eyes bore in them a perversity Fleur had seen many times before. She had enough sense to keep her spittle in her mouth, but her eyes remained alight, a blazing green fire as she stared back unflinchingly. Her arms ached as her hands hung loosely just above her head her punishment for not staying her tongue and fist the last time. Fleur had no doubts that the man might have her tongue out just for sending out even a sliver of spit on his precious noble hide. If I were to close my eyes, then you would not see them at all, sir. Fleur finally spoke, her voice sweet and surprising for one with such ferocity. The inferno never died but she laughed prettily all the same. The groping did not bother her, no more than his lewdness. They were all languages she was intimately familiar with and she wore it like the sheepskins they were. Her goal here was to survive, and to survive she would have to steel herself and bring herself low. If she had the use of her hands. Fleur might have slapped the noble's own away teasingly but hard. Instead she shifted her body as if it were responding to the blonde's touch. Unbind my wrists, sir, and you may drink in my eyes whilst I drink something far more suited to my tastes. The Bluebird lacked the courteous speech of the royals and nobles milling about but the husky intonations of the raven-haired girl was usually more than convincing enough. She knew she could not be overt in her defiance. Not to this one, who radiated cruelty and was like to kick a sick puppy if only to make it sicker. Fleur leaned forward the best she could, resisting the urge to tear the man's stupid noble ear off and instead whispered. My proof might've been soiled but I am worth a thousand of these air headed slaves you see around you. Markus' punishments were easy to resist, even if they hurt when it happened. There were worst things. She would have the noble purchase her for his own and... Unbind my wrists, sir. She repeated, not yet begging but gracious enough. Even if her tongue was torn out, perhaps she could throttle this man to death before anyone could stop her.