she's my property. my possession.

My Slave My Property

SEASON 1: EPISODE 18

Paul Morgan

Rated 18

Sally led the King and Baski to the particular dungeon where Vetta held Danika.

When Sally entered the cave, Vetta was ready to laugh at her for her incompetence and stupidity, and she was ready to tell her to get out because no amount of pleading will save her princess from her hand.

She opened her mouth, but the words were immediately cut off when Lucien strode right behind the little slave.

The shock on Vetta's face was massive.

"M-My King!" She stuttered out in shock, bowing her head.

But none of them were staring at her. The king, Baski and Sally's eyes were on a very unconscious Danika who's back was so bloody, the strokes of whip visible....some of it tearing her skin open.

"Oh, Creator...!" Sally started crying again so openingly, but she didn't reach for her princess. The king is there and he hasn't ordered this.

"My king, I---"

"Save it, Vetta." He groaned in a low voice.

Vetta snapped her mouth shut, her heart in her throat. She expected the king to compliment her for making that daughter of a monster hurt.

But, it's almost obvious that the king doesn't share her sentiment.

Lucien's eyes took in the sight in front of him. He didn't say anything...but he didn't have to. His cold eyes got colder, his face hard as if carved out of granite.

"Sally, go and call Chad." He groaned at last.

Sally didn't need to be told twice, she ran as if her whole life depended on it. She found Chad in the servant's quarters and gave the king's message breathlessly and sorrowfully.

Chad took off in a run with her and together, they arrived back at the dungeon. "Yes, my king." Chad bowed his head, awaiting command.

"Get her from the ground. Be careful not to make her wounds hurt, and take her to her room."

Chad went to action immediately, hating the sight before him. How can the mistress do something like this

Carefully, he lifted Danika in a caveman's manner, her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air.

He started out of the room in a hurry and Sally followed him, still sobbing her eyes out. Baski turned to follow them but the king called her name.

"Yes, my king?" She answered, so much sorrow unmasked on her face.

King Lucien didn't say anything for a full minute, that usual unreadable expression on his face.

His eyes finally held her. "Use all the herbs you can find. Take some maids into the woods and gather the best of them, even the rare ones. Use Ankola if you have to, but heal her wounds and..." He paused.

Baski waited for him to finish. Telling her to gather all these can only mean that---

".....try your best to make sure she doesn't bear the physical marks of this day on her skin." He finished.

In other words, do everything possible to wipe the scars from her body. "Your wish is my command, my lord."

With that, she turned and hastily followed Chad and Sally. Vetta was finally left alone with Lucien. The king turned and stared at her.

"M-My king, I wanted to m-make her suffer for all t-the things they did to us! Baski shouldn't use herbs on her, let her feel the pain and carry the scars like we do!" She stated vehemently.

Silence. He just stared at her.

Finally, he walked past her. "Wait for me in my chambers, Vetta."

What?

She watched him as he followed behind Baski. Vetta doesn't need anyone telling her that the king is following them. That had Vetta sheathing in anger, her chest burning with jealousy.

Most of all, her heart is in her throat. She's scared of what the king has to say because of all that happened.

But she didn't let it get to her. She did nothing wrong. Nothing.

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Chad carried Danika into the room, Sally ran ahead, getting the bed ready. He laid her facedown on the bed.

There's no clothing covering her back, only blood and bruises. Her eyes were closed, the streaks of her dried tears on her cheeks.

"Open the window for fresh air." Baski ordered as she entered the room a few moments later with some herb leaves on her hands. She must have made a stop to her room before coming over.

Sally ran to do what she said, opening the window for fresh air and a little bit of sunlight. Baski set her herbs on the table and began mixing them.

"Sally, use water to wipe the blood away, let's see how much bruises we're facing. This herbs here will disinfect them and heal them a little bit. You'll follow me to the woods once we're done to get a whole lot of healing herbs we'll need."

"Alright, Madam Baski." She answered eagerly and went right ahead to get water.

While Baski mixed her herbs, Sally ran around and came back with a bowl of water and clean rag. She proceeded to clean the wounds even as she cried silently.

How can this mistress do this to the princess? The princess never did anything wrong! Nothing! Sally thought, her heart aching.

King Lucien stood at the door with Chad beside him. The king said nothing, his eyes watching the activities in front of him.

His face revealed nothing, but whenever Sally peeked a look at him, she would have sworn that there's banked-up anger there. It made her scared.

Is he angry at the princess? Or at the Mistress?

With the king, you'll never know. Or maybe, she's just imagining things, Sally thought.

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Long minutes dragged by. Baski finished mixing her herbs and already, she's applying them to the princess's wounds.

Sally helps her to squeeze out the water from each scoop of wet grinded leaves, and she applies them to the wounds.

Sally was happy that the princess is unconscious. This hurts like the very hell, and her princess already suffered enough in one day.

The king was still leaning against the door, even though he'd long sent Chad away. He hasn't said anything else. His eyes just took everything in.

Finally, Baski said... "All done."

Sally breathed a sigh of relief as she took it all the wounds they covered. Tears folled her eyes again because her princess's back looks like a map of green leaves.

Baski faced the king. "I'll give her some concoctions to sleep really long and hard, because she needs all the rest and these herbs doesn't need the restlessness that will come from her awareness. Then, Sally and I would go into the woods in search of the rare herbs."

He nodded once, his eyes on the woman lying down on the bed.

Baski hesitated.

"What is it?" He spoke at last, looking at her.

"Uhm... She needs to stay in a quiet place, My King. Not noisy or disturbing place. I w-was hoping if you could have any other palace maid to come stay here with her." But she looked doubtful as she made the request and they all knows why.

They all hates her, and no one can be sure of being friend or foe when it comes to Danika. Sally stared helplessly at her princess.

Sally swallowed tightly and began. "M-Maybe I-I can stay with h-her. Madam Baski can get a-another---"

The king cut her off. "Baski, you aren't done here, am I right?"

Her head lowered. "Yes, you are, My king."

"When you're done here and go in search of herbs, have Chad bring her to my room."

He turned and walked away, leaving Baski and Sally's eyes widened and their mouths hanging open.

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Vetta was so worriedly restless by the time the king entered his chambers after so much time has passed.

"My King....I know w-what it looks like, but I wasn't going to kill her or anything of that sort at all. It's just torture!" She said immediately as he strode past her

Lucien turned and stared at her with fire in his eyes. "Why?"

She blinked, confused. "W-What?"

"Apart from the torture sessions that comes from the king to a slave, there should be no reasons for any other torture session unless authorized by the king. Why did you torture her?"

"I-I-I" she was at loss of word. She swallowed. "But you gave me permission f-for it, my king. That night....five noonday after she became a slave, you gave me permission."

Silence. His cold angry unreadable eyes held hers

And then, "What did you promise to me during your request, Vetta?"

Shit, shit, shit! She knew he wasn't going to forget that...she'd hoped!

"I asked you for permission to hold a torture session for her and I p-promised no heavy stuffs."

"What did I say to you, Vetta?"

"You nodded and said to keep t-things at a m-minimal." She whispered shamefully.

"Whipping a slave within an inch of her life while shock-collaring her, is that what you call a 'no heavy stuff'?"

"My king---"

"Is that what is called minimal, Vetta?"

"But, I didn't really do anything so wrong! It's just some minor whippings! No heavy strokes or hard strokes and---"

"Shut up."

One single word that clamped her mouth shut.

He didn't say anything again. The silence was so heavy, it made Vetta restless.

He walked closer to her and tilted her cheek to see his hard scarred face clearly. "What is going on with you lately?"

She swallowed tightly, trying to hide the anger she's feeling. She didn't expect these questioning at all!

"These days, I look upon you with a new eyes." He grated out angrily. "You have no right to do that to the King's Slave, not unless I authorized it and I didn't."

Vetta could no longer control her anger. "But, she's a slave, Lucien! I have right over all of them! She's a slave and I'm your mistress! What about what her father did to us! To you! To me! To Chad! To the others!? What about that!?"

He let a few seconds of silence descend after that outburst.

And then, he fixed her with an intense stare. "She's the King's Slave. I own her. I decide what happens to her. I torture her. I hurt her. She's my slave. She's my property. My possession. Mine." His voice was a deep intoned granite.

Vetta stood stunned, even as he turned away from her, giving her his back.

Those words were laced with so much anger and hate....but Vetta can't help thinking that there's a deeper undertone...

"Chad." He called.

The door opened and he entered. "Yes, My King."

"Escort the mistress to her quarters. She's worked up and needs for rest for at least 72 hours." He commanded.

"What!? You're putting me under house arrest for t-three days!?" She was angry and astonished.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Chad replied, turned and took hold of her arm.

"Don't touch me! I'll walk on my own!" Vetta knew better than to struggle against him. It'll be a thing of disgrace for servants to see her being manhandled out of the King's Chambers.

To be continued