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

She sat and patiently listened to him tell her his story about his friend and how he got into freeing slaves. The she talked about most people did not regard slaves as real people. They saw them as some kind of sub species or animal and so could justify doing horrible and unconscionable things to slaves. She listed some of the horrors she'd seen, many of which he'd already heard stories of. He knew all this. It was he did what he did after all. I understand what you mean and I have struggled against it for a long time. But its like trying to hold the tide back with a broom. Back in his room later they had discussed a few things. One being his purview on nudity and the gods. That's when she let out with the diatribe against the gods and declared she didn't believe they existed. As she spoke he got more and more upset till finally he said, Enough! Visibly trying to calm himself. I don't like the gods either. I have no truck with them. I will not, however, have you attract their attention to me by blaspheming them. You don' want to believe in them fine. Keep it to yourself. I know for a fact they exist. I've dealt with a couple in passing. One of the perverted fuckers is even an ancestor of mine. Yes, you will learn to accept causal nudity in private because I command it. I command it because I believe certain things. You do not have to believe those things. I do not expect or demand that of you. You will however obey my commands. I have tried to be kind and pleasant and hope to continue on so. So please don't provoke me. Yes, you have lied to me and I have yet to decide what to believe. What I learn to be the truth or come to believe to be the truth will sway how I will deal with the situation. And do not taunt me with how you've been punished in the past. I am not those men. I hope you don't push me past my tolerance and make me be the very thing I hate and arbor. Trust me. If you make me have to punish you, it will be unlike any punishment you've received before. He told her about his nature, or at least a little about it. Some of the important bits anyway. She seemed interested and even intrigued. But then a change came over her. She started ranting about who she had been and her family. What her life was supposed to be. She told how her uncle had sold her at a young age for no more than money. Her family was propertied and it had been stripped away from her. She went on and on about her scars and pain being the only thing of hers that was really hers and hers alone. She felt like she needed it to define her and remind her she was human. She gotten up and contrary to his expressed will wrapped a sheet about herself and started pacing. Then she stopped and punched the wall. Please don't do that again. I'd rather not have you waste my efforts in healing you. Yet she punched a second time. Mary... he said warningly. She pulled back to punch is again he knuckles burst open and bleeding. A sudden gust of wind blew her all the way back to the bed. The air thickened around her body binding her arms to her side and her body to the bed. A ball of thick hardened air appeared in her mouth preventing her from speaking. He stood from his chair and advanced on her. Now I have tried being nice and kind. I have tried talking to you and reasoning with you. And you have pressed me too far. I was going to let you lie go and let the truth come out in time. But now, I think I will check for myself. He yanked the sheet off her. And remember, in private the order of the day is bare. Then he lowered himself between her legs and suprisingly gently moved leg wider open and slight opened her outer lips with just the tips of his finger and looked. But that's all he did was look. As soon as he saw she was in fact a virgin he backed away. So, you are a maiden after all. he said. Now there are a couple other things to get clear. You are NOT your scars and pain. You are more than that and hove more than that. You have you mind and spirit. You have you wit and fire. You have a master who wants to be kind and caring. Who would much rather be your friend then a traditional slave master. Who want to treat you as a human being and get to know you the woman. But it will be up to you. Go easy or go hard. Again, your choice. Also, when I heal you I expend my own life force. I give you some of my life. I'd really appreciate you not wasting it by harming yourself. Now I have to heal you again. The ball of air dissipated from her mouth and he was suddenly kissing her. This was not the warm and pleasant kisses from before. Nor was it rough and harsh. I was more of a mechanical action. I was just what he had said, a healing and no more. He stepped back and sat back down in his chair and just watched her held tightly to the bed for a long time. The days shadows grew long and the maid knocked telling the evening meal was outside the door. He went and got the two trays and pitcher of wine. He sat them on a small table in the corner of the room. Okay, Mary, I am ready to let you up, if you are prepared to behave yourself. Are you in control of yourself now? Think you can behave like that lady you say you were supposed to be and not the sub human creature the life you've lived has tried to convince you you are? Because, to be honest, from my perspective you have completely accepted that persona. Prove me wrong.