Chapter 3: A Slave Must Learn
I kept staring at the whip in his hand. There was no way he'd actually use that on me, was there?
He looked at me with a confused frown, the looked back down towards the whip and they stayed there. I wonder what he was do if he caught me glaring at him, or better yet, caught me flipping him off- Lord, how I wish I could flip this dickwad off.
He looked at the whip like a disappointed pirate would look at a gold wrapped chocolate coin. Was he a pirate? Perhaps he was. I could see a few scars from where his shirt has begun to unbutton itself.
Oh, how I wish he was. I'd be able to report him to the town and have him hung if I get evidence of him truly being a good for nothing criminal, that would be so fucking great.
It would be a true dream come true. But alas! It was simply a dream, and dreams didn't come true. You could pray, but who to? The gods had chosen their side. The were with the royals now.
" I know you're angry, Mr. No Name, Why not just talk to me? You'll make this easier on yourself, after all." He whispered, looking at me.
What the hell would he want me to say? 'Oh, I love this place! Love the whip, love the service and the way you speak about me!' Yeah, like that was going to happen.
He sat on the stool Jeffery had been on previously, Setting the whip on the floor, but not whatever else the fuckwit had. But then, oh joy, he looked at me and smiled, catching the glare.
"I know how angry you must be... but I'm not here to hurt you. I'm saving you- I want to help you."
"Bullshit." I hissed. His head snapped towards the door. Behind it I heard a quite gasp- someone was indeed listening to us.
He stood up and walked over to me, then knelled. He grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, then ripping the shirt off and throwing it to the ground.
"That was a good shirt, ya f-Fuck!" I yelled, a sharp pain spreading across my chest. It took me a few seconds to realize he had just whipped me, and after I did well, I was pissed.
"Rule number one- You aren't to swear. No slave if. If you are caught swearing you will be punished, understood?"
I closed my eyes, the sting fading.
"If you whip me again, I will cut you dick off and shove it up your own ass." I whispered. He tensed and looked to the door. He kneeled again, touching the mark.
"Just be quiet, kid. I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, Rules number two; you'll look at me when I talk to you." He said, bringing the whip down on my skin for the second time.
It hurt. It hurt a hell of a lot; and I swear, if I ever get the chance I will whip this rich rat the same way he whipped me.
Or I could kill him. That would work too, the rich rat, trying to call himself human.
"Rule number three; You do as I say, when I say."
I bit my lip, expecting the whip to come against my skin, but it didn't. It whistled as it went through the air, but this time it landed on something with a soft pumf. I opened my eyes, looking up at him- he look annoyed.
"Did you not hear my mother's..." He trailed off, as if thinking, then "Helper earlier, James? You are to repeat what I say, so go on. Say the first three rules."
I didn't. I wouldn't, it's cruel and would throw away the last bit of dignity I have. Plus, I really don't remember the rules. Or well I do, just not how to word them.
"Kid, make this easier on yourself. Just repeat the words, it's not that hard. I'll even say them again if you please." He said, faking a calm, though his eyes were narrowed. He was clearly annoyed.
"You seem confused- no, scratch that- you must be confused, because I refuse to listen to your orders as if I'm a slave." I snapped back, trying to get on his nerves. It didn't seem to work, because he only smiled.
"It's a shame you don't think of yourself as a slave, because that's all you are now. I claimed you downstairs, did I not? Unless you find a way to escape, which you won't-" he paused, as if he were thinking yet again; "and if you even try, I'll have to kill you- you are mine. It's as simple as that- you don't get to say no to a royal."
"No no no nono." I said, smirking as his eye twitched. I wouldn't give him any satisfaction.
"Mm.. you truly are a quiet thing.." he said, standing up. He had a dumbass smirk on his face, and I was tempted to smack it right off, though I knew I couldn't. As much as I hate this man and the kingdom he will someday rule, I'm beginning to somewhat hate the whip even more.
"Say the rules, or else I'll bring this whip down on your chest a hundred more times, and I'll only move down from there." He said, casting a glance to the door.
"Go on, No Name. Repeat the rules I've told you." He said, the frown disappeared and it was replaced with a gentle little smile.
Nice try, prince. I know you are the bad guy here, and you can't deny it.
" Come on, kid. It's what- three rules, and that's all. Just repeat them and save yourself from the pain."
A shuffling by the door took his attention away from me for a split second. When he turned back to me again, he raised the whip.
He brought the whip against my chest again, and I gave a sharp cry. From there I swore to myself, I'd bring his kingdom to a downfall. But that would have to wait until I found a way out.
Sadly, finding a way out requires earning this man's trust.
I took a deep breath, then spoke.
"Rule number one," damn it. "No swearing."
Even though lord dickhead over here deserves no respect.
" Rule number two, I'll look at you when you speak." I looked down at the ground, grinding my teeth.
"Rule number three, I do what you want when you say." I hissed the final rule out, my fist shaking out of pure anger.
The prince looked at me, a smile crossing his face.
" Well, since you've gotten those three down, why don't we do some more? Ah- But you will, of course, have to do something for me first."
Ilooked up at him.
"I want you to strip."
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