Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Syla's head turned. Those light green eyes observed Jack's complete change once leverage had been brought into the Fold. It amused her though those glossy lips did not smile. Once more did she place her leg over his shoulder, Zel was crouched near him, her blue eyes closing some, having heard what he was meant to do. She'd not been with a man let alone see one and it was highly embarrassing to see her brother naked but Jack too though it stirred something within, even given the situation. What was happening. For a moment, she spared a glance to Syla. How old was she? She didn't look that old, maybe some years older than her brother and Jack, one could never know. Yes you did. Syla told Jack. You spoke without realizing as a slave your place and time to speak are only through when I tell you to do so. You ran your rampant mouth not thinking that the actions you have taken will directly result to another's punishment. You are so unique in some ways, you remind me greatly to someone I once knew, She ran a hand through his hair. A very long time ago. You believe that you have a choice in the matter on what I tell you to do. She made him look ahead at both Zel and Roderick, that gloved hand running through his hair to smooth it out almost like a lover. You think that you can negotiate some terms with me. You've Far disappointed me Jack, you have not earned the right to call me Mistress when I've been so nice to you. And you are right about one thing, you will do anything, I can promise you that. Again! She raised her hand. Roderick was struck. The sound cracking through the room like lightning striking. Zel winced, her eyes opening to look at Jack, unsure as to what he should do. She did not want her brother harmed and at the same time, she could bear the thought to losing her innocence here and now, under the eyes to those she knew as well as the ones she did not. The whip cracked against Roderick's skin again, he grunted, lowered his head only to have that blonde hair seized, his head pulled back up and the whip crashing down on his back. This time, he cried out. It struck him again. Jack....it's okay.... Zel replied. Do it...... Her words were whispered. She didn't want her brother to hear. The whip struck down again and again, each more harder than the last. Flesh was being ripped open, the elder brother to Zel assaulted as time went on. Syla came down to Jack wrapping her arm around his neck. The more you wait, the more pain he is in. Either you take her or... She signaled to another in the corner. A white-haired young man with amber eyes, silently observing the theatrics. He moved like the wind, arms behind his back, hands together. Someone else will do the task. Leave her...alone... Roderick cried. The whip hit him again. The sounds continued. Zel's head turned slightly at the warmth coming behind her, the white-haired servant prone to doing what Syla wanted. He sat behind her, legs spread up, raised at the knees. He went to wrap his arms around her waist. She shook her head at the Foreign intrusion though those Fingers were gentle against her skin. She tried to look back at her brother but it was too Far to turn, the whipping did not cease.