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I am sure you will first read this page so I will warn you both now Master and Mistress... there may be some entries in this book that have words said about you that are not kind. It is an opinion of a slave that is only assuming appearances from the outside looking in and I am sure it is not all truth. Thank you for allowing me to live tonight.. and for not maiming me permanently..


Tiny.

Wicked intention and a little red cloak...

I was out in the morning after I was finished with the chores required of me by the sleen trainer. I was in the market looking to garner myself back into his good graces when I came upon a cafe. I was first looking up into the sky to judge the time of day by the angle of Lar Torvis through the tops of the buildings and cylinders when I happened to catch my reflection in the window. I looked so much different then before. My face looked older.. it didnt happen to have that same glow of one who loved deeply. I looked sad. I looked like I was mourning a great loss. In my heart and in my mind I suppose I was. It had been happening for a long time however.. I guess it just took really looking in the mirror or in this case a window to see it. Inside the cafe was a man. He was intently sipping his tea from the looks of the vessel he served himself from, and eyeballing a stack of paper in what may of been distress when I heard the voice. Let me backtrack a moment if you would allow me. I was owned, and freed by, and owned again by Hestius Valerius.. Son of Marlenus, The Ubar of Ubars of Ar. Weird story that.. one you can surely read about in passages past. Anyway.. he has a sister.. a very wicked sinister sister that happens to be many things.. Those things it is not place to say because I will not speak ill of my new owner.. Oh yeah... thats the catch you see... She is my owner now. Her and her companion and his house.. The House of Sin. Yes. Thats right. THAT house of Sin. When she spotted me in the market place I heard her voice and winced. Turning around and feigning a smile that would rival the rays of Lar Torvis I greeted her. The conversation went as usual with the woman. All the usual plesantries until she heard of her brothers sale of me. She was right when she said it was rediculous for someone outside of their circle to own me but I wasnt in the place to mention this to her brother or herself at the time. So.. she told me to speak with the sleen trainer about my price and come to her the next day.

The Sleen Trainer is a greedy fuck. As soon as he heard that someone might wish to own me and he could once again be rid of the burden of a slave over his beasts. He ordered me to see the woman that night instead of waiting til the following day. So.. with much trepidition I headed off to the house of Hestius' sister and as I walked towards the gate and grew closer and closer my stomache became more sick. The companion of Deava is Xzavier Sin. He.. is the Administraters High Inquisiter.. there has been rumors he is very good at extracting information from his.. victims? Maybe that is the wrong word but I cant think of one better. Anyway.. I spoke with a guard that in turn took me to the room where Xzavier lounged on a chaise. The man wears a mask.. I do not know why.. but it had my stomache churning at the idea of what could be behind it. Taking a deep breath I knelt by the hearth where a lazy motion of his hand directed me and then came Deava down the steps with a baby in her arms. A baby? What the hell? I was amazed at how domesticated the scene was really as the Master of his house lounged and his woman settled near by with a sweet bouncy infant in her arms. Too bad the Master of the house is a killer and a torturer and his companion is rumored to be just as wicked. I was trying to control the overwhelming need to regurgitate still, kneeling quietly and stiff as a board when they started talking and soon I was questioned as to why I was there now instead of the next day. When I shared the greed of the Sleen Trainer and his asked price, Xzavier found that amusing and Mouse who is the first slave of the house I am going to assume was ordered to have another slave drink two bottles of wine and piss in the empty bottles and have them sent with the asked for coin to the trainer. Serves him right I say... ask a torturer for his best wine for a mere slave? Tsk Tsk trainer man..

After I told them my price Daeva told me to stand and strip and display for her man. Do you know how fucking scared I was? I mean this is Xzavier Sin. A man known for skinning people alive and using slaves as furniture and skeletons as fine art deco in his house.. by the way, I have yet to see these skeletons or slave chairs and tables as of yet. Reguardless I did as I was told, tossing my cheap linen camisk into the fire and displayed before him. I did everything I could to keep from trembling or throwing up on his robes. Deava looked away and he asked her questions and when asked why she would want me she told him she wanted to keep me so she could pick my mind on information about her brother and his plans. Its going to be a shock when I tell her I have not spent any time with the man since we came home from the tahari.. where she had vanished into thin air after the tarn flight from Ar to Ti. Perhaps my service will please her enough after she finds out about my lack of knowledge to keep me alive. One can only hope.

When I awoke this morning on the hard uncomfortable mat in which I am supposed to sleep, there was a little red cloak, and pair of leather sandals, a red silk camisk with black stitching along the hems and mid claf boots with gray fur lining. The real kicker was the collar. I will see the blacksmith to remove the one I wear now later and to rivet the one of the house to my neck at that time. It looks like a plumbing duct coupling.. Im SURE it will be fabulous and pretty... Kings help me if I fail them...

In the end..

In the end.. it was clear..we could not come back to the place we started out in. The adventure in the sands, the return and subsequent return to slavery... the prison and the polotics of a city and its underground, the Free companion.. the children.. in the end... it was all too much for our already shaky foundation and in the end.. he sold me. I should of never resubmitted myself... that was the straw I think. I should of been the free companion.. the mother of the children.. the woman who named the future of Ar. In the end.. I was weak.. and I submitted to his dominion over me.. and when it was finally the ruin of it all. He sold me. I loved him too much to be able to share. I think it was hard too for him to feel the same way he had once for me after finding out he had the feelings he had with his woman... when once it was some kind of plan to bring about her ruin.. in the end he loved her and there was no stopping that. I am a jealous woman.. and as a slave it could not be tolerated. He was no longer pleased with me.. my behavior was wretched.. I don't blame him for selling me back to the sleen trainer.. I just wish I had been stronger when we returned to Ar.. I wish I would of taken the sleen bt the tail and told him how much I loved him and wanted to be for him what Samantha is now... You know what they say about hindsight...

Lost Daughter of Ar.

It was like being in mourning. Like my Master up and died and disapeared. Even though we were in the same house and we lived in the same patterns day in and day out, he was lost to me. That cunt of a scribe worked her wicked magic on him and ensnared him from me. Sure I am a slave and my Master was never " mine " Not even when he freed me and we ran off through the desert together, but what little leverage I had, gone. She gave him the son I sooo badly wanted to give him. I dont know what happened. We were in the desert and everything changed. We came home and there was a distance as vast as the desert we left behind between us. I dont know what happened.. but I couldnt take the polite whispers and the sweet kisses and the kindness anymore. One night I followed him to the waterfalls park and halfway through the gate I stilled Dace's steps and I started to remove the layers of robes that had been placed upon me in the guise of freedom. I moved to him, the man who I loved and when I reached his feet I was naked and free of all binding. I knelt as a slave, and I raised my arms to him, wrists crossed and I offered myself to him in slavery. He had two choices, and I knew this. Accept my submission or kill me. I was soo thankful he took the later for his choice. He took me back to the forge we had shared and took everything from me. He left me naked, and gave me nothing but a name and a mat to sleep on. I realised that it was inevitable.I submitted as his slave. I was not some docile free woman forced into bondage anymore. How else would a man treat his slave? He whipped me. He was not gentle about it either. I will never forget the look in his eye as his whip thrashed my flesh and reminded me of who and what I was to be forever. I took some time away, stayed at the forge and did as I was told. Often not seeing him for hands at a time. Then it became aparent he took a fancy to the cunt scribe and I shied away even more. She was taking my place in his heart. She was taking the one thing from me that I still cherished more then life. She dug her fingers into his heart and took it away from my grasp. He told me once he was going to knock her up and ruin her life and her reputation. Now he is her loving and sweet companion. You should see them together. The Son.. has become the father as he said he would, but he did not use the child to ruin her, but to claim her. He is such a sweet and well behave boy. I dont know how that woman could develope such a child. I hate her. He is the son I should of given him. Why could I not have been the one?