I'm willing to make an exception for you if you are willing to give me the proper payment." I felt my hopes dash. I had no money and didn’t really own anything more than three different pairs of pants and a few shirts. Perhaps I didn't even own those. She, or her father, did.
"Oh don't look so downtrodden Kaiyer, my precious little plaything. You'll be able to pay me this." Her smile came back but I feared that she was just leading me on and then would kill me. I nodded, ready for whatever she wanted me to do. I had no other choice.
She spun around on her hands and lay on her stomach, across the crate, before I even realized that she had moved. Her hands and long flowing hair draped over the edge. Her copper red locks possessed a metallic sheen, and their length almost touched the ground. She beckoned me with a slender finger. I cautiously took a step nearer and then her hands grasped around my neck and yanked me closer than I dared to stand. Her grip was twice as strong as mine and I couldn't possibly escape. Before I even registered the danger, her hair draped over my shoulder.
I had never touched a human woman's hair before, let alone dreamed of this particular Elven's hair. It felt even softer than her amazing skin as it brushed against my neck and cheek. She pulled my head sideways so that my ear touched up against her exquisite mouth.
"You'll give me anything I ask, Kaiyer?" Her breath slid hot against my ear. My mind was spinning like a leaf in the wind and my arousal struggled to wrestle against my panic.
"Yes!" I squeaked out.
"Goooood," she purred. "We'll continue this conversation later. Get fresh socks out of my bag." Then she let me go. "Now!" she commanded after I stood there stunned for a few seconds. I ran over to her bag and grabbed a clean pair. I rushed them back to her and stared into her face. She looked uninterested and aloof like all the Elvens did when they dealt with us humans
I handed her the socks and she put them on in a practiced motion. Then she pointed to her boots. I gave them to her, fighting the lump in my throat. She would never let me ride. This was just a game she played with me, like a cat toying with a mouse before eating it. She would let me ride and then kill me afterward. Maybe she would bring her friends and make sport of it. Sometimes they killed humans like that. My brother had warned me that she had killed many slaves in the past year.
She slid her boots on, vaulted from the crate, and landed silently ten feet from me. She grabbed her leather satchel on the way out of the stables without another promise. I made sure that I heard the heels of her boots click on the stone path outside the stables before I went back to work.
Chapter 4-Kaiyer
The memory awoke me with a start and I gasped. It had been so vivid, and more of my earlier life's experiences began to wrap around my brain. I didn't remember any more about the woman. She had been an Elven though. Paug had given enough description for me to guess that these Ancients he and Nadea wanted me to fight were the same race as the woman. In my memory humans were their slaves.
I was her slave.
The night hung about us as a heavy drape torn with sparkling rivers of stars. I didn't recognize any of their patterns, but I expected as much. Everything about this world seemed familiar, yet different enough to be discombobulating. I yearned for my dreams, even if I knew them to be false. Life had been simple jumping between the islands of my subconscious.
A throat cleared nearby, and I turned my gaze down from the stars to see Nadea across the campfire. We had been traveling northward through the jungle. This was our second night since they had awoken me. Nadea looked at me with her eyebrows raised in concern. Everyone but Greykin seemed to look at me with a mixture of fear and pity. The big old man preferred to ignore my presence.
"Do you want some food? Water?" Nadea whispered from the comfort of her bedroll. I
"Oh don't look so downtrodden Kaiyer, my precious little plaything. You'll be able to pay me this." Her smile came back but I feared that she was just leading me on and then would kill me. I nodded, ready for whatever she wanted me to do. I had no other choice.
She spun around on her hands and lay on her stomach, across the crate, before I even realized that she had moved. Her hands and long flowing hair draped over the edge. Her copper red locks possessed a metallic sheen, and their length almost touched the ground. She beckoned me with a slender finger. I cautiously took a step nearer and then her hands grasped around my neck and yanked me closer than I dared to stand. Her grip was twice as strong as mine and I couldn't possibly escape. Before I even registered the danger, her hair draped over my shoulder.
I had never touched a human woman's hair before, let alone dreamed of this particular Elven's hair. It felt even softer than her amazing skin as it brushed against my neck and cheek. She pulled my head sideways so that my ear touched up against her exquisite mouth.
"You'll give me anything I ask, Kaiyer?" Her breath slid hot against my ear. My mind was spinning like a leaf in the wind and my arousal struggled to wrestle against my panic.
"Yes!" I squeaked out.
"Goooood," she purred. "We'll continue this conversation later. Get fresh socks out of my bag." Then she let me go. "Now!" she commanded after I stood there stunned for a few seconds. I ran over to her bag and grabbed a clean pair. I rushed them back to her and stared into her face. She looked uninterested and aloof like all the Elvens did when they dealt with us humans
I handed her the socks and she put them on in a practiced motion. Then she pointed to her boots. I gave them to her, fighting the lump in my throat. She would never let me ride. This was just a game she played with me, like a cat toying with a mouse before eating it. She would let me ride and then kill me afterward. Maybe she would bring her friends and make sport of it. Sometimes they killed humans like that. My brother had warned me that she had killed many slaves in the past year.
She slid her boots on, vaulted from the crate, and landed silently ten feet from me. She grabbed her leather satchel on the way out of the stables without another promise. I made sure that I heard the heels of her boots click on the stone path outside the stables before I went back to work.
Chapter 4-Kaiyer
The memory awoke me with a start and I gasped. It had been so vivid, and more of my earlier life's experiences began to wrap around my brain. I didn't remember any more about the woman. She had been an Elven though. Paug had given enough description for me to guess that these Ancients he and Nadea wanted me to fight were the same race as the woman. In my memory humans were their slaves.
I was her slave.
The night hung about us as a heavy drape torn with sparkling rivers of stars. I didn't recognize any of their patterns, but I expected as much. Everything about this world seemed familiar, yet different enough to be discombobulating. I yearned for my dreams, even if I knew them to be false. Life had been simple jumping between the islands of my subconscious.
A throat cleared nearby, and I turned my gaze down from the stars to see Nadea across the campfire. We had been traveling northward through the jungle. This was our second night since they had awoken me. Nadea looked at me with her eyebrows raised in concern. Everyone but Greykin seemed to look at me with a mixture of fear and pity. The big old man preferred to ignore my presence.
"Do you want some food? Water?" Nadea whispered from the comfort of her bedroll. I
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