Hunters pt2 (Fherra)
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Loggin: Kell Durand
Character Fherra Silverlilly
((Warning: the following story contains scenes that may be viewed as R-rated and may make some uncomfortable due to thier graphic nature, I tried to be as shady as I could so as to leave much to the imagination but I felt it needed to be addressed so as you can fully grasp the nature of the character))The whip fell across her naked lithe body again, a cruel snap as flesh again was torn from her back. Her tormentor smiled maliciously and he approached. Strips of flesh hung loosely from her back as she lay face down on the table. He roughly grabbed her hair and pulled harshly bending her backwards. Heavy irons stuck to her chest some falling to the table with a thud. The remaining irons, now cooled, were viciously ripped from her chest, blood oozed as dead skin and cold irons were pulled away. She whimpered and her body shook with pain. There were no tears; there weren’t any left after the first year. Her tormentor looked over her and sighed.
“I’m going to miss you elfie. Breaking you like this.” He pokes her with the handle of the whip. He lightly traces the scars from her breast down to her crotch. “You were quite the prize, quite the experiment, and on those cold nights …” He pokes her lower this time. Her eyes bulge and her lip quivers. He smiles at her reaction a cruel grin and licks his lips, “Yes … quite the prize. But, its time to put you to work, time for you to pay the bills.”
Two men enter behind her as the chains are slowly removed. One lifts her easily her frail body light in his arms, she a tiny bundle of dark brown. He says a quick prayer and rests a hand to her naked breast. Her wounds close slowly and she shudders. Her tormentor quickly grabs the healer’s hand pulling it away from her.
“OY! I worked hard to give her those, it’s my parting gift. Don’t take that away from her! I want her to remember me,” He smiles and touches her scared face, tracing it then lightly down to the scars on her chest. The healer frowns and shakes his head.
“She is no longer yours. She will need her strength for the challenges ahead. A wounded wolf is of no use to us.”
The tormentor spits, “She will be fine, she can shrug that off, I’ve done worse” He grins maliciously and squeezes tightly her flesh in his hand. The healer glares and pulls back from him the girl shivering in his arms, a dark purple already forming on her breast.
“Even for one as I, Sir. You sicken me.”
The tormentor just grins and walks over to his table of dark implements. Without watching them leave, he calls to them, “If she disobeys send her back, I’ll break her again for you.” He looks up at the moon light drifting in through the one window high up. “It’s going to be a cold night.” He chuckles as the two men leave.
She feels the other man’s eyes on her, judging her, inspecting her. She feels a cold hand touch her arm pressing tightly feeling her muscles, then her legs. “You think she will do?”
The healer’s voice comes from above but also resonates from his chest and booms in her head as she listens to his heart beat. “Yes. Ten years with that man? Yes I think she will do.”
“What if she does not fight back? What if he did TOO good a job?”
The healer stops and looks down at her, easily holding her with one arm he takes a hand and holds her face and shakes it forcefully. “You will fight back won’t you? You want to live don’t you? If you fail us, you go back to that man, understand?”
She whimpers and bites her lip.
“Good, she understands simple enough. Get the dogs.”
Her breath steamed in the pit. Blood covered her naked body and she stayed huddled in the shadow of the wall. She sniffed the air and her stomach grumbled crying out in hunger. She listened and heard the sounds of shuffling from above. A bag dropped from above, it wriggled and the beast within found its way out. She bared her teeth, and took up a crouching position. Another wolf, she knew how to deal with these. Their bites and claws were nothing; she knew worse, pain that the wolf could never give to her. She twitched at the memory and a hand gently caressed her crotch. She shook the thought from her mind and glared at the wolf. They both drooled and snarled at each other waiting for a moment of weakness. The wolf blinked first; she lunged at it ignoring the pain it dealt, going strait for its eyes; always the eyes first. She wrestled with it, its claws and teeth sinking deep into her dirty brown flesh. She wrapped her strong legs about it quickly and brought her arms about its neck and pulled as hard as she could. The wolf struggled and wiggled in her grasp but she raged. She was filed with blind anger she didn’t even know she was biting into the wolf. Blood dripped down her throat pooling on her breasts. She felt the wolf’s heart slow to nothing, it’s twitching and gasps for breath ended and the kill was done. She growled and purred at her kill walking around the corpse happily, she looked up expectantly for her reward. A small bag was tossed down and she heard murmuring from above. She bit into the bread and cooked meat and quickly devoured it. She then plopped down and slipped into reverie. She drifted off into darkness and memories clear as day shifted in her mind. From far back before when she roamed the forests free and happy. She watched, she relived that happy time, innocent, pure. And then the net, a grubby human hand. There was darkness for a long time, and then the man. Ten years pass quickly now, she wishes not to remember that part. Ten years of pain, and torture, of forgetting speed to the blink of an eye. Her mind slows now. Again she is in the forests, dogs, boars, wolves, all manor of creatures are loosed on her. She fights, ever threatened with the memory of that man, her tormentor. She understands and continues to do as she is told. The leash is cold on her neck and weighs heavy but she gets used to it. The men yell at her constantly, and after many painful beatings she learns; she is Fherra. She wakes from her reverie and light streams in to the pit. The corpse is gone and a rope hangs from the side along with some rags on the floor. She sniffs at the rags curiously and a voice calls to her.
“Put them on Fherra, It is time for us to go we have a long trip ahead of us.”
She obeys. It is all she can do, the leash hangs ever tightly about her neck but she thinks nothing of it. There is always pain, she must expect it. Rewards come from killing, she must expect it. Hunt, Kill, Live, and Pain that is her world that is her life. Her collar is tugged harshly, she chokes and gasps for air and quickly follows, her mind resetting once again on the moment.
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The nights were getting colder for Fherra. The further they traveled north the colder it got. She wasn’t used to this weather, but the numbness it provided was a small comfort, it softened the beatings. The healer and the other one was angry with her. She didn’t know what they wanted but they refused to feed her for two days. She felt weak, and the only things they gave to her were raw pieces from their kills. The beatings came every time they gave it to her but something … something in the back of her mind screamed for her not to eat it … something from her childhood cried out telling her it was wrong. But she was so hungry. Again they came to her, raw meat steaming in the night air, still warm from the body. She looked up in confusion, pleading for the hand not to pull. She whimpered and shook her head slightly. The hand came down swiftly knocking her face to the ground; she spit out some blood and looked up as a boot found its way into her stomach. She lay on her back now watching the dark sky. Snow began to fall and for a moment she watched it fall coming at her and cooling the pain on her face. It was wonderfully odd, small cold white things. She reached out a hand for one. The healer grabbed her roughly then and forced her mouth open sitting on her chest. She struggled to breathe yet at the same time she tried to obey.
“EAT DAMN YOU!”
He snarled and screamed at her cramming the blood soaked raw meat into her mouth, choking her. He poured some blood from a water skin on her face and into her mouth and forced her mouth closed. She choked even more, blood and meat pieces flooding her nose as she coughed, mixing with mucus and tears. He got off satisfied that she had swallowed. Fherra turned onto her stomach and hacked until finally she threw up the meat. She closed her eyes knowing what was about to come next, she could hear their growling behind her and she prepared her body to go lax at their touch. The cold was small comfort as they stripped her and whipped her until the snow was stained red with her blood.
Slipping into reverie didn’t help. She couldn’t pull the memories from her past. She just knew it was wrong, what they were doing was wrong. They were trying to change her. But it was too late wasn’t it? The tormentor saw to that. She was changed she was theirs now. If she didn’t obey all that pain would come back; they would bring her back to that man. She shuddered as she broke from her reverie. She was aching and frozen, her rags still lying beside the tree and the meat in front of her. They glared at her muttering to each other. She looked at the scars on her naked body tracing the fresh ones that oozed. Something clicked in her head and it was ok now. Something was put in a box and shoved into a dark corner of her mind. She reached out and took the meat eating it and sating her hunger. She thought the tears were gone, she thought the tormentor had taken them all away from her that first year … but she cried … tears fell warm from her eyes onto her lap. It had been so long she was worried something was wrong. The healer approached and lifted her up by the collar choking her.
“Good Girl, now this.”
He took out a heart and pressed it into her hands. The box shook in her mind but she just sniffed and took a bite out of it. The nights were getting colder for Fherra, but that was ok now, the cold numbed a lot of things.
