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Author: Kyran |
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Date Posted: 13:20:19 05/26/05 Thu In reply to: Ariandra 's message, " pools narrowed with annoyance, having been sent after a slave that did not show up before the King as told, Kyran smack light a whip upon his outer thigh. fingers trailing along the hand braided handle of black and tan. the whip made for horses but used by him for discipline. the task amusing in its own way, the wide fearful eyes of those strung up in wait for a beating worth more to him then gold. his hand with the weapon well practiced, enough that no blood was shed with the pain unless he choose it to be. his weapon of choice really.. foot steps unmasked he shoves open the door to the slave room. glance sweeping the interior to land upon the slave seated upon the floor. brow raising and sarcasm obvious in his growled words. bravo bravo.. now if only you had been before the King as was ordered you would have saved yourself some pain.. the lengths of the whip falling with a soft thud to the floor as he dropped the coils, handle remaining in hand. a flick of his wrist bring about a snap in the air as it writhed at his side looking as though it reached out for the girl lustfully. a shake of his head given mock disappointment flashing over his expressions. did not the King tell you to come to him when settled? and here you are sitting on the floor? .. disgust in his tone, slaves being animals that needed to be constantly shown their place. tongue sliding over chapped lips as he studied the girl, a twist of his hand bring the tip of the whip in contact with her thigh, quite the sensitive place for such things. a reminder really of how she was to respond to his questions the punishment not even started. a cruel smirk flowing to rest upon his lips as he watches her reactions. the tip of his whip sure to leave a bright red mark that would fade into her first bruise. the first of many should she not listen to his words of wisdom. the Kings pleasure comes before your own.. you are not here to pleases yourself. now get up!.. lyrics a hiss as he snaps the whip in the air once more just barely missing her right shoulder should she go about raising to slow. she to respond in motion to his commands even before the first word was finished. no one wanting a slow self serving slave waiting upon them after all. [don't take his attitude person just how he is, better he then the king.. have to keep the characters with the times lol. ] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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