[M]Use Your Body

Dhiate Drako · 03-11-2012, 01:15 AM

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OOC- Sorry it took so long, but as you can see, I had a bit o' fun with it lol. WordCount-674

Dhiate was unable to repress his shudder of relief when she peeled herself off him. He wrapped his bangled arms around himself and squeezed tightly as if he'd just had a terrible nightmare. His blue eyes were still quite large as he looked up at his mistress. Her mouth kept twitching as if she wanted to smile. He looked down ashamedly.

Dhiate physically flinched at her words. He knew he was gay, and where he came from it was a crime. He had been raised to believe that it was wrong in every way and that homosexuals should be punished. So he braced himself for the blows he knew would come. When they didn't, he peered up at her from beneath thick lashes. Her face struggled to remain serious and she continued to go on with her small speech. She wasn't going to punish him? His head raised and cocked curiously as she walked a few steps away.

His confusion grew even more when she mention Raoth and trading. What was she going on about? He thought that this was supposed to be a lesson on how to- oh no. Oh no, no, no, NO! While his mind screamed out, his body sat dumbstruck trying to take it all in. Piece by piece it clicked together. Her interest in him, her making him join Anathema, her keeping and scarring him, her 'training.' She was going to make a profit off of his body. She was training him to be more valuable to that line of work. That's why she wouldn't let Raoth attack and why she wouldn't beat him as she would anyone else. She needed his body to stay in mint condition.

Dhiate looked at the ground. He didn't know what to say. He had known he was a slave, but he hadn't known his purpose. Now that he did know, he almost wished he could return to being oblivious. As they say, ignorance is bliss. He glanced back at the wagon to see Raoth, probably glaring, facing them with arms crossed simpy staring. Dhiate bit his lip and rested his eyes on Amy once more. He knew why she wouldn't hurt him, but not why she was so kind to him. Dhiate understood that he may never know, but he preferred his blind belief that she actually like him versus the other options. He would follow her, no matter what she asked. And he honestly didn't know why. It was the one thing his could live without knowing.

The corner of Dhiate's mouth lifted ever so slightly in an apologetic smile. He turned his head just a fraction and let a few strands of dark hair fall over his left eye. His arms squeezed tighter against his chest before dropping to his sides. He took a hesitant step forward, yet leaned back on the foot farthest from her as if to flee at any moment. He clasped his hands back behind him in a shy manner while twisting his head to where his left eye gleamed up at her through his lashes and the tips of his dark bangs appears from behind his muzzle. He wrapped his tail around him like a shield, yet he took another step. And another.

His eyes filled with longing, he wished to please, no matter the cost. His long tail unfurled behind him as he drew ever closer. As he walked, his hips began to sway of their own accord and his arms grew looser and looser. A single fang poked out from his lip as he bit it timidly. His hands moved from behind him. They reached out as he simultaneously took the last step forward, rising on his toes gently, his chest flush with hers. He pressed closer and he wrapped his arms around her. Their golden and brown bangs mixed as he lay his forehead against hers while he looked into her eyes. His face moved until his mouth reached her ear. Softly, he breathed. "I live but to serve you, Mistress"

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