Thread: A priaveteer recieves a gift  [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Edward Thatch said He sat there and stared at her for a long time. At least until their drinks arrived. He'd ordered mulled wine for both of them. He serving girl, who wore a silver pendent of a rose in profile, looked from Edward to Mary then to her collar and back to Edward with a shocked expression on her face. Edward barked a bitter laugh and pulled the girl into his lap. The Queen's justice, Lizzie. Isn't it a fine thing? He gave her a kiss, pat on the bottom and a whole gold piece, easily worth some horses, for her eyes. The girl left, but winked at him in departing. He looked back at Mary. Well, I guess I'm going to have to disappoint her tonight. He sighed. Okay, so tell me about yourself. I imagine if I am to own you, I ought to at least get to know you. Don't you think? He took a deep draw of his drink. He looked at her again. Whatever are we going to do? He held up is hand, No I know that, obey Her Majesty or both our lives are forfeit. At least as far as she is concerned. So go on and tell me about yourself. He listens while she talks and the food arrives while she is talking. It is a very large meal of mutton stew and heavy bread. He begins to eat after he tells her to continue with her story, but to eat while doing so. He makes short work of his meal and sits back looking at her. He'd heard her story and still wasn't sure quite what to make of her. Then he asked a question she might have expected but perhaps not. Mary, are you a virgin? If not how many men have you had? He listens attentively to her answer. He is clearly interested in her answer, but it doesn't seem the interest of a man sizing up a bed partner. When they are both finished eating he takes the chain attached to her collar and leads her up stairs to his room. Upon entering he told her to sit on the bed. He began pacing he room thinking and muttering to himself. Eventually he stops dead in his tracks. If that guard was rough with you, you must have other older injuries. Strip. I want to get a look at you and see just what I am working with here. Click to expand... Mary kept her eyes on the table furious as to how she could be traded like a sack of potatoes, slavery angered her, it consumed her soul. She blinked and looked up at him a moment and opened her mouth. A woman was standing there in shock looking between the two sitting. A slave and a owner walk into a tavern joke. Mary ignored the woman and watched the crowd of people instead. The wine had arrived and she made sure Edward had taken a drink first. She took a large gulp thirsty beyond belief and the taste was shockingly strong. She had never had wine of any sort before. She waited until the woman left and answered Edwards first question. To talk about herself as a person. I was traded into slavery at a very young age, around 10. I don't remember much about life before then. I was a field hand from then on, I got into trouble a lot and would steal food to eat since the portions we got most others starved to death. Everytime the overseer found food on me I would be strung up and whipped with a whip that had metal spikes on the ends, or burned with coals or the branding iron. I enjoy the winter because there wasn't much to do except sort seed, pickling items and storing food for the main houses. She said leaving out the parts of escaping and running away. She knew it was the wrong choice to tell all of her secrets to a stranger. Edward seemed just as uncomfortable than be did now as he had then. She has taken a long drink of mulled mead when the food arrived and took hunks off of the bread putting into the mutton. Her stomach growled with hunger pains and she ate quickly , not really chewing much of her food. As a slave she had been trained to eat quickly to her the day started. She almost choked when he mentioned her womanhood and narrowed her eyes slightly. I've had several men, not that I had a choice she said darkly lying about the comment. She was a vigrin, the masters bad so many slaves and she would always be in trouble. She finished her food almost eating all of it and was led upstairs. His pacing made her nervous but she ignored it, she sat when she was told too and watched his pacing. Mary looked at him almost shocked but took off her dress standing naked before him. In the dim lamplight she turned so her back, ass and legs would so the damage. Whip marks with spikes on them had scarred. She had brand marks as a Slave on her wrists and ankles, wide brands with an S on each body part. Burn marks where her skin had been melted was covering her breasts. She stood in front of the empty fireplace and watched him. Her inner thights were cut up as well, fresher wounds included bruises from the gaurd. Knive sounds, one from being stabbed in the left arm then turned slowly. Bruises black as night covered her legs and her torso area. I wouldn't sell at auctions, I am damaged goods she said to him Edward Thatch said He sat there and stared at her for a long time. At least until their drinks arrived. He'd ordered mulled wine for both of them. He serving girl, who wore a silver pendent of a rose in profile, looked from Edward to Mary then to her collar and back to Edward with a shocked expression on her face. Edward barked a bitter laugh and pulled the girl into his lap. The Queen's justice, Lizzie. Isn't it a fine thing? He gave her a kiss, pat on the bottom and a whole gold piece, easily worth some horses, for her eyes. The girl left, but winked at him in departing. He looked back at Mary. Well, I guess I'm going to have to disappoint her tonight. He sighed. Okay, so tell me about yourself. I imagine if I am to own you, I ought to at least get to know you. Don't you think? He took a deep draw of his drink. He looked at her again. Whatever are we going to do? He held up is hand, No I know that, obey Her Majesty or both our lives are forfeit. At least as far as she is concerned. So go on and tell me about yourself. He listens while she talks and the food arrives while she is talking. It is a very large meal of mutton stew and heavy bread. He begins to eat after he tells her to continue with her story, but to eat while doing so. He makes short work of his meal and sits back looking at her. He'd heard her story and still wasn't sure quite what to make of her. Then he asked a question she might have expected but perhaps not. Mary, are you a virgin? If not how many men have you had? He listens attentively to her answer. He is clearly interested in her answer, but it doesn't seem the interest of a man sizing up a bed partner. When they are both finished eating he takes the chain attached to her collar and leads her up stairs to his room. Upon entering he told her to sit on the bed. He began pacing he room thinking and muttering to himself. Eventually he stops dead in his tracks. If that guard was rough with you, you must have other older injuries. Strip. I want to get a look at you and see just what I am working with here. Click to expand... Mary kept her eyes on the table furious as to how she could be traded like a sack of potatoes, slavery angered her, it consumed her soul. She blinked and looked up at him a moment and opened her mouth. A woman was standing there in shock looking between the two sitting. A slave and a owner walk into a tavern joke. Mary ignored the woman and watched the crowd of people instead. The wine had arrived and she made sure Edward had taken a drink first. She took a large gulp thirsty beyond belief and the taste was shockingly strong. She had never had wine of any sort before. She waited until the woman left and answered Edwards first question. To talk about herself as a person. I was traded into slavery at a very young age, around 10. I don't remember much about life before then. I was a field hand from then on, I got into trouble a lot and would steal food to eat since the portions we got most others starved to death. Everytime the overseer found food on me I would be strung up and whipped with a whip that had metal spikes on the ends, or burned with coals or the branding iron. I enjoy the winter because there wasn't much to do except sort seed, pickling items and storing food for the main houses. She said leaving out the parts of escaping and running away. She knew it was the wrong choice to tell all of her secrets to a stranger. Edward seemed just as uncomfortable than be did now as he had then. She has taken a long drink of mulled mead when the food arrived and took hunks off of the bread putting into the mutton. Her stomach growled with hunger pains and she ate quickly , not really chewing much of her food. As a slave she had been trained to eat quickly to her the day started. She almost choked when he mentioned her womanhood and narrowed her eyes slightly. I've had several men, not that I had a choice she said darkly lying about the comment. She was a vigrin, the masters bad so many slaves and she would always be in trouble. She finished her food almost eating all of it and was led upstairs. His pacing made her nervous but she ignored it, she sat when she was told too and watched his pacing. Mary looked at him almost shocked but took off her dress standing naked before him. In the dim lamplight she turned so her back, ass and legs would so the damage. Whip marks with spikes on them had scarred. She had brand marks as a Slave on her wrists and ankles, wide brands with an S on each body part. Burn marks where her skin had been melted was covering her breasts. She stood in front of the empty fireplace and watched him. Her inner thights were cut up as well, fresher wounds included bruises from the gaurd. Knive sounds, one from being stabbed in the left arm then turned slowly. Bruises black as night covered her legs and her torso area. Infected cuts some being used as a slice of meat also covered her body. I wouldn't sell at auctions, I am damaged goods she said to him