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</div><br/>((I do apologize for the bad writing))<br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e6e6fa">Teyha approached the large castle slowly, taking a moment to pause and stare up at the massive complex in awe. She would never have imagined the castle to be so impressive, not for the purpose it served. It made her pause for a brief moment, and look over her shoulder back in the direction she came. Nearly a month ago she had fled her home for this sanctuary, but never would the girl have imagined it was so... Massive. Description and pictures did nothing to prepare her for the grandeur of the structure, <br/>
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She ran over her options one more time, legal means had escaped her. The law, her family, friends, and teachers offered no assistance to her, and some tried to make the abuse she suffered through far worst. Legally, she was too young to leave home, or at least too young to survive without a legal guardian. She smiled to herself for a moment, a technical loophole. Slavery was no longer underground, businessmen, politicians, even humanitarians, all openly bought and sold other sentient creatures. Few laws were set in place to protect the unfortunate creatures who found themselves at the end of the leash, but Teyha was only interested in one. In the eyes of their government, the slave owner becomes everything to their slave, including their guardian.<br/>
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It was a deal with the devil trade, she mused for a moment, but one that she did not make without careful planning. Likely enough she would be tracked eventually to the castle, her activities on the computer and the library, were likely enough being traced as she stood frozen in front of the castle.<br/>
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With a sigh she ran her fingers through her cropped hair. Her once long auburn hair had been roughly sliced into short unruly curls, and darkened to a glossy raven black, an immediate change that made her almost unrecognizable to those who did not look at her too closely. Her short and petite form was drown under a thick black coat, buttoned to her collarbone, and hanging down low below her knees. It was uncomfortably hot in the warm spring air, but she didn't take it off, and dipped her hands into the deep pockets, , her head dripped low as she entered the castle.<br/>
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No sooner had she entered the expanse than she was met by the first handler, a calm young man who took in her request with a look of shock on his face. Obviously not many slaves come to sell themselves, and despite gentle prodding, the girl would not offer an explanation to this drastic life change. <br/>
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Money spoke louder than words though, and Teyha was led from the entry up to the office to sign her life away. For the first time in years a sense of relief washed over her. It felt almost safe here. All she would need to do was stay away from masters, particularly the cruel or perverse ones, and her life in the castle would not be nightmarish. Already she didn't attract many second glances, and it was far from an accident. She let her slender body drown under layers of baggy clothing, and she let her hair hang untamed, curling just above at her eyes, hiding her more delicate features. The young witch was confident, rather she was utterly sure that she would not be bought, at least not anytime soon. <br/>
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The castle doubled as a school in areas, it seemed. Offering to train slaves in the manner by which they wish to be used, to offer the best chance to be bought by a master who would utilize their skills properly. To the girl's surprise and relief she found even a medical course available, and quickly put herself down for that training, as well as the course on cooking. Once her classes were filled they gathered the collars, bright red and green, and carefully picked out her own silver charms, a question mark, scalpel, and chefs hat. Altogether... Ordinary. And it made her smile, taking the finished collar and snapping it around her throat before slipping on white and gold anklets, letting them clatter softly. Thankfully the handlers allowed her to keep her simple attire, and simply dismissed her to explore the castle on her own. Her first class wouldn't begin until later that evening, giving more than enough time to make it down the winding staircase, to open courtyard. A nice rest beneath the trees to settle nerves, and hide from potential masters.</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Dhiren spent the better part of the morning searching the castle grounds for any slave that might fit his appetite. Already he had paid for the elusive creature, assured that the gold he set down would be more than worth the quality of the being he would soon possess. Yet so far he remained ever unimpressed, having to smooth the annoyance from his face at being encountered by the same pitiful wares he had seen at other shops in the area. He had heard the Masters wares were well worth their weight in gold, but he had seen nothing but the same overly common slaves. The mindlessly obedient, the ever disobedient. Weak spirited and fragile the both, and he could not afford a slave that would buckle easily under pressure. <br/>
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Perhaps, he considered, he would need to make his prey come to him. He grinned widely at the thought, his eyes glittering darkly. A low laugh fell from him as he scanned the area, looking for the perfect tool for his use. He spotted one quickly enough, a young human by her look, her eyes downcast as she sat in the grass, her lithe body hidden modestly under bulky layers of clothing that drown away any hints of her physical form. A quick glance summed her up, quiet, shy, timid. They never lasted long, he considered. Their minds snapped easily under the slightest pressure, submitting to desperate acts that they might not usually be prone to. No, she could not last under his control, but was perfect as bait for those who might be capable of surviving his sadism. An amusing trait of the strong, always rising to defend the weak.<br/>
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Casually he turned and strolled towards the girl, and easy grin spreading across his handsome face. "My dear..." He started as she stumbled to her feet, expression suddenly fearful. A moments hesitation made him falter, curious if she knew his intent, or simply held such a distaste for men. He almost pitied her, as rarely did he indulge his sadism without any warning or reason... But the emotion was quickly fleeting.<br/>
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In a flash he was at her, his hand covering her mouth. The shock on her face was incredible, and he took a moment just to drink in the fear and surprise before he added pressure to his fingers, almost crushing her jaw as he forced her against the brick. "Now... Dear little slave..." He almost cooed, the tender voice a perfect contrast to his aggression. "I require you assistance for only a second... Just obey my orders." He spun her quickly, pulling her to him, his hand never once leaving her mouth as he leaned in close to her ear. "Now girl..." He whispered, dark eyes fluttering shut as though overwhelmed by ecstasy. "Scream for me." His heavy hand landed squarely on her chest, and the girl released a pitched scream, as though assured that he planned to sexually assault her. If only he was so kind. <br/>
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No, instead the man pressed in, with a strength not natural to humans. Almost immediately the shriek died as the air was forced from the girl's lungs, and the only sound she could make were desperate gasps for her next breath. <br/>
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While Dhiren had no intent to suffocate the girl, he did give a violent jerk, delighting in the terrible crack of ribs, snapping from pressure and in that moment of her bones breaking, he released his grip on her mouth, and closed his eyes, shuddering in pleasure as her scream echoed through the courtyard, strangled, pained and desperate. Already his hands sought her wrists, and he grabbed them firmly, pushing her down as he pulled back, ready to snap her shoulders from the joints if someone did not appear quickly enough.</span>