Thread: Kingdom of Welcome Addiction [Wreckles & Cherubian]

Being dimly aware of having left the pleasantries of the now swiftly fading dream he had, Tuon stubbornly clinged to the sensation of actually resting in a soft warm bed -preferably with a wench at his side. But the soft rocking motions reminded him of where he actually was. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and became poignantly aware of how stiff his body was when he tried to sit up straight, apparently sleeping on hard wood was not ideal. The smell of wet wood and the salt of the sea filled his nostrils as the ship creaked characteristically - like an old man with sore joints. With an effort he clumsily stood up and stretched his back, he vacantly wondered if it was night or day. No sunlight escaped into his cell, never had one of the guards taken him out of it - and why would they? He had no idea of which deck he was on, how far it was to the surface, he knew the ship was large - perhaps the largest he had ever seen. It mattered little when the grim truth started him in the face, a truth the guards of this deck was so keen on reminding the prisoners of. More than just a few had already broken down, their crying and sobs echoing in the night. Apparently the depraved guards had taken up a habit of 'testing out the goods', which means straight out raping the female slaves. It was difficult to string coherent thought together when the air was filled with screams. Two days, it must have been two days since I woke up here. Keeping track of time when he had no access to any indication was proving to be a rather difficult task. Subconsciously he pulled at his linen shirt, apparently the host of this ship had no intentions of setting his foot down here, all Tuon saw was the ugly countenances of the burly guards that frequented the area. Being far from an idiot, he knew damn well what was in store for him, and he did not like the prospects at all. Sitting down again he stared blankly at the iron bars that contained him in this sorry excuse for a cell - as if he could bend them with will alone. Heavy footsteps echoed across the hold and Tuon instantly recognized them, it was the jailor - Murl - who were coming to make his inspections of the prisoners, which translated into mocking them. Murl was a gargantuan man, possibly the largest Tuon had ever seen and he was far from short himself. Sporting his 178cm, he only reached up to the chest of Murl, not to mention that the difference in muscles was substantial. If Tuon were to describe Murl to another, he would say that his face looked like it had been introduced to a firm stroke of a frying pan in his early ages. All men have weaknesses, just like they all have sexual desires. Tuon had tried at an early stage tried to comment on Murl's performance, mocking him as he passed by in hopes that the substantial man would give in to his taunts and making the foolish mistake of opening Tuon's cell. His efforts did not go unnoticed as Murl had one more than one occasion lashed out at him, waving his clumsy large arms around trying to get a grip of Tuon's neck but his fellow guards had always stopped him before he would do something stupid. It was with a wry smile that Tuon sat patiently in the center of the room while Murl glanced at him with a confident grin. Meeting the rowdy mans beady eyes with his own piercing azure, Tuon took on a carefree tone Off to visit another girl are we Murl? No doubt we will all hear her screaming and crying, but then again with a face like yours, that must be the reaction you get all the time. There was a twitch in Murls features, the jailor must have stopped to gloat at Tuon but instead he slammed his unproportional hands on the bars, shaking them in their foundations. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out from their holes and his roar sent vibrations onto Tuon's figure. For a moment it looked like Murl would bend open the bars with his sheer strength but the roar had alarmed several guards who now rushed to pry away the man from the bars. It was an amusing sight but it served Tuon no purpose as the other guards escorted away Murl, had the jailor been more clever he would either remain calm at Tuon's taunts, or he would use the bloody key to open the damn cell. With a sigh Tuon let his exterior shrink, he ran a hand through his shirt dirt blonde hair and pondered his next action. Vacantly he felt sorry for the female who Murl would pick out for the day. Entering some sort of meditational state Tuon knew he had to postpone his eventual escape, the linen breeches clung to his legs, other than the clothes on his body he had no other possesion that was not taken from him when he was captured. Bloody luck that was, he was hunting in the woods and rested at his campfire when a band of soldiers took note of him, twenty to one and slightly intoxicated after imbibing his own concoction of alcohols he had no chance of flight as he was clubbed at the back of his head only to wake up in this very spot god knows how many hours later. Murl moved with steps that that almost shook the floor each time he put down his foot, he was furious and it took immense amount of willpower not to lash out at his fellow guardsmen. Small pulsing veins had formed around his temples but he tried to remember the lullaby his mother used to sing for him when he got angry as a little boy, it worked - this time. The other guards kept a safe distance - that meant outside Murl's arms reach - and looked at him with worried countenances. Murl had been given the duty as a jailor because no prisoner dared to challenge him, and those who did were quickly learned of their mistake. The power he had down here had corrupted his feeble mind and now he took more than he was entitled to, of course no one snitched - the victims were slaves after all, it would be their duty in a nearby future anyway. The prospect of slaking his sexual thirst on one of the new prisoners had him forgetting about the man who had just taunted him. Heading straight to the far end of the deck, paying no attention to the prisoners who wanted to blend into the walls when he passed, Murl grinned from ear to ear as he tapped his large index finger against the metal bars of the cell where his next victim was residing. His voice was as deep and harsh as his features 'Ello little rabbit, it's time to play with uncle Murl. He let out a brief cackle that revealed several missing teeth as he fished out the keychain and inserted the proper key into the lock.