Part 1. of Mara's history -- The Fire Side

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Subject: Part 1. of Mara's history

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Saih Darkeye

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Date Posted: 21:22:21 03/04/04 Thu
In reply to: Saih Darkeye 's message, "Well, that's not really completely the end.... I mean, that part is finished. I'll write more about her past when I have time." on 16:14:50 03/03/04 Wed

1. Slavery and Torture.

Mara shivered and pulled her ragged cloak about her tiny frame. Rain splashed down her face and mixed with her silent tears. The crack of a whip cut through her thoughts, and she slowly turned to face the rat she knew would be there, "The Tsan el Rahje wants you in 'is chambers again, immediately." She sighed inwardly and followed him reluctantly, grumbling bitterly to herself, 'Oh if only I had kept watch, then I would never have become a slave. If I hadn't become a slave, I wouldn't be tortured just for the entertainment of the Tsan el Rahje.'
A few seconds later they entered his chambers. The weasel was seated on a throne like chair. His eyes were narrowed evilly, studying a small dagger in his paws. He motioned for her to be brought nearer. When she was reasonably close, he raised the dagger. All of the other beasts turned their eyes away from the cruel sight. The young ferretmaid's screams cut the air like a knife, imprinting in the minds of all who listened.

-Blood pouring down my face,
and the scars to always remind me
of the torture and the pain I felt
as a slave to the Tsan el Rahje.-

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