"Come now Feather, do try to act happy." Saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, Feather's master gently caressed her cheek, as if he cared for her. But, the bloody scars on her naked body said otherwise. His touch made a shiver run up her spine, how she wanted to just kill him now and here, but with his many guards around, she knew she wouldn't stand a chance. Besides, with the collar that was firmly attached to a wall beside her, she knew she wouldn't get too far. Instead, she sent evil murderous glares towards him, which he ignored. To see those blue eyes of him look at her body in lustful ways, she almost wanted to puke over him, but alas her stomach was empty, so there was nothing to throw up. Unfortunately.<br/><br/>Licking her neck softly, placing both of his hands on her breasts which he squeezed gently, she closed her eyes and tried to think of somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn't here, being touched by such a horrible man. A man whom she despised with every bone in her body, but she was a slave to him, she couldn't escape. The only thing she knew was that she was safe, for now anyway. She was worth a lot of money, so much that he wouldn't dare hurt him permanently. It would damage his chances of gaining anything from her winnings. She wondered how he could preform this in front of his guards, and how they just stood there and<span style="font-style: italic">watched</span>. Couldn't they see that she didn't like this, that she wanted to escape? Obviously not, they were getting paid too much to even care about a slave like her, plus they always had fun with her when master wasn't looking. Another thought that sent another shiver through her body.<br/><br/>But, a knock on his large wooden door halted his actions, and with a angry voice turned his gaze away from Feather and towards the door. Slowly, it opened, and it scurried one of his other slaves. Bowing, casting a sympathetic look towards Feather, she said in a soft voice, stuttering slightly as she met the deadly gaze of her master.<br/><br/>"U-Um, lord Verbatim wishes to have a word with you, sir. He says it's urgent." Bowing once more, the maid put her long chestnut hair behind her ear as she stood besides the arched door, waiting for her master to go forward. Sighing, he gave a deep and long kiss to Feather before he straightened himself, his drool running down her lip, which she quickly wiped away. Looking at himself in the mirror, flattening his curly blonde hair and fixing his shirt before he strolled out the room. Just as he was about to close the door, he looked towards his guards and commanded.<br/><br/>"Put Feather away, make sure to be gentle with her, her next match is starting in a few hours." With the maid by his side, he then closed the door. Almost immediately all the guards turned towards her. She could imagine their grins under the helmets, their lust filled eyes as they imagined the possibilities. But, they knew better, they knew they couldn't have their fun until she was done with a match and she was in her cell. Then, they would play with her. She knew that pattern well, it happened every day. So many times. . .<br/><br/>Unlocking her collar from the wall so it became like a leash, the guard sneered before he pushed her forward, but not without giving a slap to her ass. As the other guards joined her, she could feel their hands all over her while they walked towards the door. However, she merely closed her eyes, she was used to this by now. Being touched like this, without a say on her part. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of letting out a cry for help, that only made it worse anyway.<br/><br/>Outside, she was given to another guard, who wasn't as heavily guarded as them, who luckily didn't touch her. In fact, he didn't do anything, he just lead her way to her cell. This was a surprise to her, it was a rare occasion as the male species found her body irresistible, her body curved in a beautiful way and her breasts being quite large and supple. Plus her face was carved as if it were for a goddess, or so she had been told by men whom had sex with her. So, casting a gaze at the guard, she examined him with her grey irises. But, nothing was odd about him, he seemed like any guard, although he looked rather flustered. Perhaps he was new and was also not used to being beside a naked woman.<br/><br/>As they walked towards the coliseum, where her cell was, she overheard many urgent whispers, in the passing crowd, of the east market. Something happened? From what she could gather, some wannabe-terrorists had attacked people, killing one of the sellers. How she wished they had killed her master. A wish that she knew would be impossible, as he was a very powerful man here. He had guards around him 24/7, and the most powerful and elite guards that money could buy. Also, in the whispers, she heard that a gladiator by the name of 'Shey' had won the latest battle. Apparently she was the favourite, one of the most strongest in the coliseum and was a favourite to win. Not that it mattered to Feather. If it came down to it, she would make sure she would tear the favourite into pieces. It seemed as though her guard had placed a bet on her to win, as she spied a happy grin on his lips as he gave a small thrust into the air with his hand. How pathetic humans had become, relying on money to save them for their troubles.<br/><br/>In the coliseum, they made their way through to the cells, although they had to go around back before they could reach them. Passing by many gladiators and creatures on their way, all having the saddened look that she could relate to so well, as it got further she saw the bodies of the losers, all being bloody and sometimes with the insides thrown onto their bodies. It was a site that again she knew too well, so well that the scene didn't even make her gag, not even with the smell of blood and rotting flesh in the air. She had been here for years, to her it smelled like nothing. However, it effected the guard, as he placed a handkerchief on his mouth and nose, cursing under his breath. It looked like he was a new one, most guards had like Feather, grown accustomed to this horrid smell. She almost felt sorry before him, but that was soon washed away as she remembered that he was the one not giving a shit about her and leading her down these wet slimy steps down to the cells of the gladiators as they waited for their matches.<br/><br/>Arriving at her cell, again the guard said nothing as he unlocked the cell and, with a push, threw her in, then quickly locked the door in case she decided to attack him. How she wished to, but again so many guards roamed past here that she wouldn't get very far. So, rubbing her tangled uneven blond hair, she sat down on the concrete floor, bringing up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. She felt so cold here, with no clothes on. The damp cell was just eating at her skin, causing the hair on her skin to stand up. On the other side of the hallway, her eyes noticed that in the cell stood one of her opponents. A girl whom had scaly skin and large leather wings. She was grinning towards Feather, and then began to call hauntingly.<br/><br/>"Oi, oi little Feather. Yeah, I'm talking to you whore, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to rip apart that perfect little body of yours so badly even your master won't want to fuck you anymore. I've heard he apparently fucks the corpses of his slaves, but like I said when I'm through with you he won't want to even touch you~" Giggling, which sounded like it was on the verge of insanity, she began to bang the bars of her cell as her giggles grew into laughter, causing many of the other people in their cells to look up with interest. However, used to such taunts, Feather turned her gaze towards the floor, her grey eyes unfocused as her mind drifted away to when she was allowed roam the world freely, not being trapped in a cell. It had been so long that it felt like those distant memories were just dreams. She didn't want to kill her enemies, she always felt sorry for them as they were in the same boat as herself. But, she also knew she had to kill them, or else they would kill her, without mercy. It was a vicious cycle that she knew she couldn't escape.<br/><br/>"Hey, you're up in half an hour, prepare yourself." Saying this to the creepy scaled girl and Feather, the guard continued to stroll up and down, his gun ready by his side. Watching him for a while, she soon grew bored and laid back against the floor, regretting this as the floor was like ice. Staring up at the ceiling through her blond fringe which almost covered her eyes, she blinked back the tears which were in them. She knew that if she cried now, she wouldn't be able to stop. Plus she didn't want to appear weak in the eyes of her opponent.<br/><br/>Hearing the familiar crash of her armor being thrown into her cell, Feather knew she was about to kill someone again. The scaled girl across from her, whom was still laughing even though the guard was telling her to shut up, would be dead soon enough. She felt glad that she was killing someone like her though, she hated when she had to kill a young child who was born into this mad world. At least she could remember the good times before mankind turned against them.<br/><br/>Unlocking the door, a new guard stood by, a sword held tightly by his side as he signaled her to get up. Had it been half an hour already? Picking up her armor which was thrown on the floor, decided to change on the way, she walked out. Ignoring once again the remarks from her scaly opponent, her blood red eyes growing brighter, she was glad when a fork came into the pathway and they each went different ways. Throwing on her armor, which was merely a metal scaled shirt and pants, she knew it wouldn't protect her if she were normal. However, they always gave her light armor, as she usually shifted into another form in her battles, and having heavy armor would only cause annoying problems.<br/><br/>Up ahead, she could hear the excited crowd. They were waiting for a match to the death. This was yet another reason why Feather hated mankind. She couldn't believe they found it amusing and entertaining as they watched two things rip eachother apart. But, alas, at that moment when she stepped into the light of the ground area, her thoughts were blocked as the crowd erupted into a deafening applause.