Thread: Kingdom of Welcome Addiction [Wreckles & Cherubian]

Vinshala slowly turned her head as she was directly addressed by the big, burly guard and could already feel his leecherous stares penetrating the dimness between them and scouring her in anticipation of what was to come. This was it then. She would have had to be a complete fool not to know what that man had in store for her, the ever repeating screams that echoed through the ships hull during the nights left little room for interpretation. But that was not the saddest thing about it. The saddest thing likely was that when that brute would drag her to his chamber, get her out of the simple knee length linen shirt that was her only item of clothing and then proceeded to mercilessly plough her she would enjoy it. It was one reason she had been branded an outcast by her own people down in the forest covered mountains of Southern Ternok. Her indiscriminate sexual appetite. She had lain with the old head priest of their village, a notable amount of married men, and at least one dog. Word spread and she was shunned, except by those that lusted for her beauty and cared only to sate their sexual desires. And beautiful she was, not even the crude garment or the dirt stains that were unavoidable after weeks in that cell could hide that fact. It was as if all the horny men of the continent had conspired to create the perfect embodiment of their want. A seductive and slender build of below average height, perfectly shaped legs crowned by a firm and petite ass and a slim waist, and maybe her most striking feature, her breasts, large and eye catching as they stood out and lifted the front of the shirt away from her. So remarkable was that feature that many did not get to admire her beautiful, delicate face. Her bronze skin, dark brown eyes and raven black hair were the tell tale sign of her people. The other reason for her social disgrace had been that she was old Shalis apprentice. Witch was one of the friendlier terms the old woman had been labeled with, and everyone was surprised when she finally took a disciple, most of all her. But the old goats wit was still sharper that any knife, and she knew exactly why she had picked the derided village slut. In their time together Vinshala learned many a thing she had not even dreamt of before. Under the older womans tutelage she discovered she harbored a special gift that would allow her to unlock dark secrets and even darker applications, and at times even the ever miserable Shali seemed impressed by her progress. She was on her way to become one of those True Ternokian Witches that everyone considered just a legend from an older time. Sadly things did not last like that forever, and the change was heralded the day she found her teacher cold and dead in her own bed. After the initial shock Vinshala had decided to leave that accursed village and those forests that had never been a true home for her. So she set out the very same day and never looked back. Only her journey did not last very long. In the first bigger city she met people she better would not have met. First they had fun together, and then they drugged her. When she woke up she was on that ship, and they were likely a few gold coins richer. Since then she had been thinking about her escape. She had no desire to live a slaves live, and she had the means to avoid it. If she was careful. Vinshala was smart enough to know that the efficiency of her powers would be amplified by the moment of surprise and the cover of ignorance, so the less she displayed the better. Therefore she had bidden her time, waiting for just the right moment. And that moment had come. Raising from her pallet she slowly moved to the center of the room, arms dangling loosely at her sides, head only slightly bowed, her bare feet coming to stand neatly next to each other as she waited for the key to turn in the lock and the door to swing open. She appeared completely disinterested, resigned to her fate. She was none of that.