Chp.14: A horrible act

While Haku was at the party, Misune was busy cleaning her bed in the gladiator dormitory. Even though it was late at night and the slave was terribly tired, she showed no sign of stopping.

Normally, Misune always spent her time close to Haku. She never stay away from him, not even for a second, and she followed him as if she were a little dog. The only times she was separated from him were during fights, when she waited for him in the corridor of the arena, and when Haku gave her permission to go to sleep. For the rest of the time she was always beside him, ready to answer his every command.

Since Haku wasn't there, the best choice for Misune would have been to sleep in the slave dormitory; however, she didn't dare to do so. Haku had never released her from her duties and when he was called for unknown reasons he told her to clean her bed in his absence, which actually after a while had started to get dirty. Misune had done so, waiting for the dragon to return, but he had never came back; however, no one had even come to tell her that she was relieved of her duties, so that meant that Haku wasn't dead or anything like that and that sooner or later he would return to the dormitory. Therefore, she was still required to obey his order.

So she had continued to clean the dragon's bed incessantly. Even though it was late at night by now, she showed no sign of stopping. Nothing technically prevented her from going to sleep, but she didn't want to risk the dragon returning and not finding her where he had left her. What if he was furious? Misune had quickly learned that Haku, despite he wasn't someone who gets angry easily, was inflexible when it came to respecting his rules: all those who had violated them had been eaten alive and their remains were currently the components of that macabre bed where the dragon used to sleep. Even though she doubted Haku would mind much if she went to rest, since she had cleaned everything up and was very tired, Misune still preferred not to risk it. The last thing she wanted was to incur the dragon's wrath.

Simply put, Misune was terrified of Haku getting angry with her. Though he was never too rude to her, she could read in his eyes that he would kill her as easily as he usually spoke to her. To Haku, everyone around him was nothing but snacks, it didn't matter if they could talk or not. She'd watched him eat several gladiators without any remorse, and in his dimensional bag he had tons of meat that even if it was sliced was clear that it had once belonged to people. Misune knew that if she wasn't careful, she could join those people: if Haku got angry with her, he could swallow her without even chewing, and she would have no way to defend herself against a monster more than ten meters long.

Therefore, she had remained in the gladiator dormitory and, even though everyone had gone to sleep by now, she continued to work. Even if by now Haku's bed was very clean, she continued to rub the rag to remove any residual dust. She was so tired that she didn't notice that the rag had now been dry for at least ten minutes, and when she saw it she could barely find the strength to get up and trudge into the toilets to rinse it off.

As she let the water run over the rag and wet it again, she let out a big yawn. Maybe, she thought, it wouldn't hurt to get some sleep after all. She could have leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, just for a few minutes…

"You should stop. You are tired"

Misune immediately felt sleep disappear as her body jerked. She turned and saw that an elf had just appeared from one of the latrines. He was tall, definitely taller than her, and while he didn't have too much muscle it was still clear that he was very strong. One of his ears was cut in half and he had a scar on the right side of his head that showed through his hair. He had green eyes and pale skin, and wore a black leather suit that looked very durable. He was clearly a gladiator: slaves had no such dresses. Misune recognized him: it was Anur, an elf who had joined the gladiators a few years earlier because he was imprisoned for a crime unknown to her. She had seen him a few times while she was taking care of Haku, but they had never interacted much since like all gladiators he didn't dare approach the dragon. "I'm fine, thank you. I appreciate your concern, but it's unfounded, sir" she said, then she grabbed the rag and tried to walk away.

But Anur stopped her by grabbing her arm. His was a delicate grip, but at the same time it was very strong, as if he didn't want to let it go. "Wait, please. At least let me help you. You've been working all day"

Misune tried to free herself, but couldn't even get the elf's fingers to move. A bad feeling began to make its way into her heart. "I... I know you just want to help me, sir, but the dragon will get angry if someone touches his things without permission"

She certainly wasn't referring only to Haku's bed: hers was an attempt to scare Anur. Slaves were considered their masters' possessions, so by saying that Haku would be angry if anyone touched his possessions, she was also referring to herself. She hoped that this way the elf would let her go.

But on the contrary, Anur didn't seem the least bit concerned. With a slight tug he pulled her towards him; before Misune knew it their faces were just few centimeters apart. "Really? Will the dragon be angry if someone touches ALL of his things?" the elf asked with a smile that was supposed to be winking, but which to Misune looked like the grin of a wild beast.

The girl knew what Anur was referring to: Haku didn't care about her. She had had proof of this many times: he had never tried to have a relationship with her other than that of a master and a servant. The only time he interacted with her was when he had to give her an order, and there was no emotion in his voice when he did it. Often he didn't even bother to slow his walk to allow her to keep up with him. Misune understood from a while that the dragon didn't give a damn about her, just like he didn't give a damn about everyone else: to him, she was just a tool to keep himself and his things clean. And surely the other gladiators understood it too.

Anur touched her cheek with a finger. His skin was very warm, but to Misune it felt cold as a corpse as he touched her cheeks. "You know, I've always felt sorry for you. That damned dragon forces you to stay next to him all the time… you can never come and mingle with others. And I've only ever been able to watch you from a distance. But now… the dragon isn't here. We can try to know each other better, can't we?"

Misune was seriously starting to shake. It had never been Haku who forced her to always stay next to him... she was the one who had decided to do it to use him as a shield, because she knew what happened to the other slaves. "I'm... I'm sure the dragon would be angry if he knew you spoke to me" she tried again, though she said it in such a fake voice that even she didn't believe it.

"But he doesn't have to know, does he? He won't know unless we tell him" Anur said, and his breath brushed her lips. Then, the distance between them closed completely and their tongues met each other.

As soon as she felt Anur's lips touch hers, Misune acted instinctively and with her free hand she threw the wet rag at the elf's face. It wasn't really a weapon, but with all the water in it it had become very heavy and so it must have hurt a lot when it struck Anur's eye. The elf let out a groan of pain and pulled his body away from hers, rubbing his right eye with his hands in an attempt to ease the pain. Misune wasted no time and turned around, determined to run with all her strength towards the entrance of the dormitory and go outside where none of the gladiators could have reached her.

But it was all in vain. Her weak legs could not match those of a gladiator. She hadn't gone even five steps before Anur grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her to the ground. Misune hit the bathroom floor with a thud and felt a sharp pain in her back; fortunately she managed to avoid hitting the hard tiles with her head, or she could have sustained a serious injury. Immediately after, however, she wished that this had happened: at least that way she would have passed out and wouldn't have felt what would happen next. Anur was upon her and grabbed her neck so hard that he almost strangled her. "Little bitch, do you like to joke?" he growled. "Okay, I tried to be nice to you. If it's the hard way you want, then so be it!"

The elf grabbed the top of her robe and pulled it down; in an instant, her scrawny clothes ripped away exposing her breasts. Anur's hands began to grip her boobs as if they were a toy, and it felt to Misune that a crow was digging its claws into her chest. "No... no, please! I'll tell the drag... mmmmph!!!" she tried to say, but the elf covered her mouth with a hand.

"We both know that dragon won't give a damn about this. You are nothing more than a maiden to him, so stop talking!" Anur exclaimed in a growl-like voice. His eyes seemed to light up with a scarlet light. "Open your legs now"

Misune started crying. Tears flowed from her eyes without her being able to stop them. She shook her head weakly, begging her tormentor to let her go, or at least not to do to her what she feared.

But Anur didn't flinch. "Open your legs now, or do you want me to break them and I'll open them for you?" he asked with no empathy in his voice.

Misune cried even more, but she knew she couldn't resist. Trembling, she spread her legs. Anur tore off the last piece of her remaining dress and stood for a moment staring at her naked body with eyes gleaming with lust, then he penetrated inside her.

For Misune it was as if a sword had just entered her vagina. Every part of her body began to ache like never before. She wanted to scream but Anur's hand clamped tightly to her mouth, only a faint, desperate whisper emerging from it. All she could do was cry even more, which however was completely useless. Anur began to move inside her, causing new pain with each thrust.

It took the elf a few minutes before releasing his seed inside her. When she felt this, Misune felt unmatched pain, and her vision blurred with tears. And it wasn't just the pain… the awareness of what had just happened inside her body was plunging her into sheer despair. Anur finally went out of her and let her go, and for a moment she hoped it was over, but he wasn't about to stop. "Turn around now. I want to enjoy everything from you"

"N-No...please...stop..." Misune whispered, barely managing to find the strength to plead.

"Not a chance. I've waited too long for this moment" Anur growled, then grabbed her shoulder and flipped her over. "It's your fault that you're so beautiful. You can only blame yourself!"

Misune had no way to object. Her strength was nothing compared to that of the gladiator. She could only suffer in silence and shed tears as Anur continually came inside her.

The elf continued to rape her for almost half an hour before being satisfied. Finally tired, he got up and left the bathrooms, leaving her alone on the floor. Misune waited a few minutes, to make sure he didn't return, then she curled up and cried like a fountain, shaking in pain and despair.