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MidReal Story
My Chains and My Pleasures
Scenario:I am a demi-human, male. My peaceful village was attacked, and I am the only one left. I watched as everyone I knew and loved was taken from me. Since then, years have passed, and I've been bought and sold like a commodity. This life, this situation, it's nothing unusual anymore.
I stand on the auction stage, weak and devoid of hope. My eyes, once full of life, are now empty as I listen to the bidders. The final bid comes in: 20 gold coins. My buyer is a human woman named Kala. Why she bought me, I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m led to the back of the auction house, where they prepare to activate the slave seal on my chest. I’m told that any disobedience or lie will result in being electrocuted by the seal until I comply. Kala draws blood from my hand and applies it around the seal, binding me to her.
I glance at her with emotionless eyes, my tail lowered in submission, my ears flat against my head. I dare not speak unless commanded.
Kala speaks to me. "Come, my pet. We're leaving."
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Elrik Thorne
demihuman slave,relationships with Kala and other slaves,tall with pointed ears and a tail,submissive yet resilient.
Kala Thorne
Elrik's owner and a human with unknown motives,relationship with Elrik as owner and possibly more,short with piercing blue eyes and long dark hair,enigmatic and authoritative.
Lysander Blackwood
fellow slave at the auction house who becomes Elrik's ally and friend.
I was sold to a woman.
Her name was Kala Thorne, although she never told me that straight away.
At first, I thought she was a proxy bidder.
Maybe one of the men at the back of the room had instructed her to buy me.
But no one else bid.
The auctioneer seemed happy to knock me down to her at one hundred and fifty thousand gold pieces.
"Sold! The lot is sold to number seventeen."
"Come here, Elrik."
She stood up from her seat, and I felt compelled to follow her.
I was grateful that she didn’t make me walk in front of her or make a big scene.
I followed her out of the room and into the night.
We walked along a busy street, passing by other auction houses, until we reached a stables and a row of fine carriages.
She climbed up into the first one and looked at me expectantly.
I climbed up after her, and as I reached the top of the steps, I paused.
"Where are we going?"
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine for a moment, and I thought I saw something flicker in them.
Maybe it was curiosity.
Maybe it was something else.
She gestured for me to enter the carriage.
The inside was plush with soft leather seats and ornate wood paneling.
It was a stark contrast to the cold stone walls of the auction house.
I climbed in and sat down across from her, waiting for her to speak.
The carriage lurched forward, and she gazed out the window at the passing buildings.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filled the silence between us.
After a few minutes, she turned to me.
"We're heading to my estate, Elrik. You'll have a new life there."
Her voice was calm and authoritative, but I sensed a hint of something else beneath the surface.
I nodded, not daring to speak unless she asked me a direct question.
The carriage continued on its way, passing through the city and into the countryside.
The darkness outside was illuminated only by the moon and the stars.
I sat in silence, watching her face for any sign of what she had planned for me.
She remained impassive, her eyes fixed on some point outside the window.
The carriage jolted over a rough patch of road, and I shifted uncomfortably on the plush seat.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to burn with every movement.
I glanced down at it, feeling a mix of emotions: shame, anger, resignation. The carriage continued on its way, carrying us deeper into the unknown.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filled the silence between us.
I shifted uncomfortably on the plush seat, feeling the weight of my new reality settle upon me.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to burn with every movement.
I glanced down at it, feeling a mix of emotions: shame, anger, resignation.
Kala remained impassive across from me, her piercing blue eyes fixed outside the window.
The carriage jolted over another rough patch of road, and I felt myself sliding forward slightly.
I reached out to steady myself against the seat in front of me.
As I did, Kala turned to face me fully.
"Elrik, do you know why I bought you?"
Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of urgency that caught me off guard.
"No, ma'am," I replied, my curiosity piqued despite the fear gnawing at my insides.
She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine.
"I bought you because I need someone to help me. I have a problem, and I think you're the only one who can fix it."
Her words hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken meaning.
I sat there, frozen, unsure of how to respond.
The carriage continued on its way, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filling the silence.
Kala's hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I looked up at her, trying to read her expression.
But it was impossible to decipher.
The carriage continued on its way, passing by rolling hills and dense forests.
The countryside blurred together in a haze of green and brown as we rode in silence.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filled the air, punctuated by the occasional bird call or rustle of leaves.
I sat beside Kala, my heart pounding in my chest.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to pulse with every beat, a reminder of my new reality. She sat across from me, her piercing blue eyes fixed on something outside the window.
Her face was impassive, giving away nothing of what she was thinking or feeling.
I glanced down at my hands, clasped tightly in my lap.
They were shaking slightly, betraying my nervousness.
The carriage jolted over another rough patch of road, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my seat.
Kala's gaze flickered to me for a moment before returning to the window.
I felt her eyes on me like a weight, heavy and unrelenting.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to burn with every passing moment, a constant reminder of my new status as property rather than person.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat again, trying to find some semblance of comfort despite the discomfort that seemed to permeate every fiber of my being. The carriage continued on its way, passing by rolling hills and dense forests.
The countryside blurred together in a haze of green and brown as we rode in silence.
Kala's hand brushed against mine once more, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
I looked up at her warily, unsure of what she wanted or what she was thinking.
Her face remained impassive as she gazed out the window at the passing landscape.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filled the air, punctuated by the occasional bird call or rustle of leaves.
The weight of her words settled over me, and in that moment, I realized my life was no longer my own.
The carriage continued on its way, carrying us toward an uncertain future.
The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on cobblestone filled the silence between us, punctuated by the occasional jolt over a rough patch of road.
I sat there, frozen in place, unsure of what to say or do next.
Kala's eyes remained fixed on me, her gaze piercing and unyielding.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to burn with every passing moment, a constant reminder of my new reality.
The carriage finally came to a stop in front of a grand estate.
I could see the imposing structure looming above us, its stone walls and turrets reaching toward the sky like giants.
I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me as I gazed upon it, my heart pounding in my chest.
Kala stepped out of the carriage and gestured for me to follow.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what lay ahead.
But then I remembered the slave seal on my chest and the consequences of disobedience.
With a deep breath, I climbed down from the carriage and followed her toward the estate. As we approached the entrance, I could feel a sense of unease building within me.
Something about this place felt off, like there was something lurking just beneath the surface waiting to pounce.
Kala led me through the grand halls and opulent rooms, her eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made me shift uncomfortably in my skin.
We finally reached a large study filled with books and artifacts, and she gestured for me to sit in one of the plush chairs.
I did as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I wondered what was about to happen next.
Kala sat down across from me, her piercing blue eyes locked on mine.
She leaned forward, her voice low and urgent as she spoke.
"Elrik, I need your skills to overthrow my corrupt brother. He has taken control of our family's wealth and power, and I fear he will stop at nothing to maintain his grip."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt myself nodding in response.
I knew that I had no choice but to comply with her wishes; after all, I was nothing more than a slave at her mercy. Kala leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving mine as she continued to speak.
"I need you to infiltrate his inner circle and gather information that will allow me to take him down. It won't be an easy task, but I have faith in your abilities."
Her voice was steady and authoritative, but I could sense a hint of desperation beneath the surface.
I nodded slowly, my mind racing with the implications of what she was asking me to do.
The slave seal on my chest seemed to burn with every passing moment, a constant reminder of the consequences of disobedience.
But despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me, I knew that I had no choice but to comply with her wishes.
After all, I was nothing more than a slave at her mercy.
Kala leaned forward again, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
"Are you ready to begin?" she asked, her voice steady and urgent.
I nodded slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I accepted the task that lay before me.
"Good," she said, her voice softening slightly.
"I'll provide you with everything you need, but remember, trust no one."
Her eyes bore into mine, and I understood the gravity of her words.
With a nod, I stood from my seat and followed Kala out of the carriage.
We walked through the halls of her estate, passing by opulent rooms and grand chandeliers.
Finally, we reached a secluded room that seemed to be hidden away from the rest of the world.
Kala handed me a map of her brother's estate and a list of key figures to observe.
I studied the documents intently, committing every detail to memory.
She explained the layout of the estate and the routines of her brother's inner circle, pointing out potential allies and dangers along the way.
I nodded as she spoke, absorbing every word like a sponge.
When she finished, I felt a sense of determination wash over me.
I knew what I had to do, and I was ready to begin. Kala watched me closely as I stood before her, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear.
But I kept my expression neutral, hiding my true emotions behind a mask of confidence.
She handed me a small communication device, instructing me on how to use it to stay in touch with her while I was undercover.
I pocketed the device and nodded my head in understanding.
As I turned to leave, the weight of my new reality settled over me, and I stepped into the shadows of my uncertain fate.
I entered the estate, mingling with the crowd of guests at the lavish party.
My eyes scanned the room, taking note of the key figures Kala had listed.
I watched as they interacted with one another, noting their movements and body language.
I stayed near the edges of the room, observing discreetly as I gathered information.
A man I recognized from Kala's list approached another, whispering urgently in his ear.
I moved closer, straining to hear their conversation.
My heart raced as I jotted down notes on the small device Kala had given me.
A servant bumped into me, and I quickly apologized, ensuring that no one suspected my true purpose.
The man continued to speak in hushed tones, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter of the party.
I trailed him as he moved to a quieter corner of the room, still speaking urgently to his companion.
I edged closer, careful not to draw attention to myself.
My heart pounded in my chest as I activated the communication device, recording their words for Kala.
The man mentioned a hidden ledger and a secret meeting, and I noted down every detail.
My hand trembled slightly as I finished writing, my nerves on edge.
The two men parted ways, and I followed the whispering man, determined to uncover more of Kala's brother's secrets.
I slipped through the crowd, keeping a safe distance as I trailed behind him.
As I moved through the party, a friendly voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hello, my name is Marcus," he said, extending his hand in greeting.
I hesitated for a moment before shaking it, unsure if I should trust anyone at this point.
But something about his genuine smile and casual demeanor put me at ease.
"I'm Elrik," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
Marcus gestured around the room, offering to help me find my way.
I hesitated for a moment before accepting his offer.
As we walked together, Marcus pointed out various rooms of interest and introduced me to some of the other guests.
I kept the communication device hidden in my pocket, recording any information he shared without arousing suspicion.
We eventually made our way to a quieter corner of the party, and Marcus leaned in closer.
"I can help you with Kala's brother's secrets," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I studied his face, trying to gauge if he was telling the truth.
Marcus explained that he had his own reasons for wanting to uncover the truth, but he needed my help.
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and suspicion.
He handed me a small key and instructed me to use it to access a locked drawer in the study.
I slipped the key into my pocket, realizing this was the break I had been waiting for.
