On the Shores of Italia (Brian Boru & Angzyn)
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:03:21</strong>
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				(http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20081201/425.rome.mckidd.kevin.lc.120108.jpg)<em><strong>Tiberius Patronus Valerianus</strong></em> - A wine merchant of Pompeii, he was born in the year 40 AD, and was in the region of Pompeii on the day of Great Vesuvius’ eruption on 24 August, 79 AD.<br><br>Tiberius is a well respected member of the Roman citizenry, having the monetary wealth and family connections of his adoption to the Valeria family, he has had an easy go of profiting from the expansive vineyards he owns on the hills surrounding Vesuvius.&nbsp; <br><br>Upon its eruption, however, Tiberius’ income stream is demolished.&nbsp; No more wine will come from his vineyards in his lifetime...no more wine will flow to Rome.<br><br>=================<br><br>He is on his usual run to the port city of Misenum, but has stopped in the town of Herculaneum before making his delivery to the naval port.&nbsp; A dark cloud appears in the East and he turns to see the ash of Mt. Vesuvius spewing into the atmosphere, and realizes what has happened.&nbsp; The tremors and quakes that had been leaving large cracks in the wall of his home were merely a foretaste of the true devastation yet to come.<br>(http://www.sheshen-eceni.co.uk/images/roman%20merchant%20ship1.JPG)<br><br>He orders the men loading supplies aboard his ship to quickly finish their work, and to board...they would be leaving without a night’s rest.&nbsp; <br><br>=================<br><br>Tiberius was on a tare, never in his lifetime had Vesuvius protested as much as he did this day. The ash cloud drifting over his home port of Pompeii was beginning to fall, and he knew that that would mean there was no more home to go back to. His wife and five children, his vineyards and all of his property would be lost to him forever. Perhaps his wife and family may manage to find passage on one of the ships in port...but it was a long shot at best.&nbsp; In the hills, moving toward the city of Herculaneum, Tiberius could see the red, molten flow of the volcanic spew racing toward the city. Panicked cries arose from the outside of the town's walls as people begin rushing toward the sea.<br><br>"That's it, everyone on board, cut the lines and man the oars," Tiberius shouted as the final crates and barrels were hoisted aboard by his men. Before the town's people reached the dock, Tiberius wanted to be away. He had not enough supplies to make a decent profit in Misenum and feed everyone, let alone room aboard for any but his crew. He had to think about his future, which did not lie in this port any longer.&nbsp; He had to think of his men and helping them to restart and resettle elsewhere. Hell, he may even have to sell his ship after tonight.<br><br>Doing the thing the captain of a merchant vessel does, Tiberius shouted orders to the pilots at the rudder and said to his cadence keeper, "Beat that damn drum like your life depended on it, because it bloody hell does!" They pulled away quickly from the dock - heading out to sea - out to freedom - out to uncertainty.
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 03:42:12</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb395/Angzyn/My%20Characters/gcs_054_panorama-2002_martina_colombari_january.jpg)</div></td><td>She did not have a name. This girl born from a street whore and a local drunk. A street rat always on the look for her next meal and a warm place to sleep. The poorest of the poor. A women no man would want for a wife even if the Gods blessed her with beauty most of the rich's wives would envy. Dressed in rags, nothing to cover her feet. The girl was in great need of a bath, to be cleaned and cared for. Oh, but if one would just take the time to clean her up and clothe her what a prize she would be. A smart one for being in the class she was in. Knowing the street as well as any male, knowing how to take care of herself with out the help of any man. She knew the docks held the best food often unguarded. And that's where she often roamed. <br><br>Little did she know being at the docks would also save her life. The gods where on her side this day that Mt. Vesuvius started to sent ash into the heavens. Sure she had felt the earthquakes and watched the land shake around her. But with out any really education she didn't understand what this meant. <br><br>The girl had been taking bread from a large crate when she heard a man yell for his crew. Fearing the worse she hide in one of the empty crates, watching as a few men walked by and threw some ropes into the crate with her. They did not see her, thought she did not move as they walked away. Watching as a few moments later the lid to the crate was placed on and her world went black. Her body being thrown around as the crate started to move, dropped, turned upside down and right side up again. But soon the movement would stop, and the boat the crate was placed on would set out to see. The poor girl trapped inside the crate saved from the danger she knew nothing about.<br><br>Fear taking over, knowing she would be in trouble once they found her. Not knowing when the would find her but she knew they would. After all she was trapped, and safe unlike the many others that would die in her place.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Time seemed to pass slowly, even her fear seemed to give way to her other needs. Taking a bite or two of the bread that she had stolen. Looking around the small crate even if all she saw was darkness. As time would pass her eyes would grow heavy with a slightly full belly. Eyes closing as she curled up among the rope that had been placed unknowingly with her. The rolling waves rocking her to sleep. Very now and then though she would be waken by a bump or creek, only to fall back to sleep after finding nothing to worry about. <br><br>There was not telling how long she was in the crate. But soon her fears would be faced once again as the light slowly woke her as the lid of the crate was removed. Finding a few men looking down at her, one already calling for their Captain.&nbsp; <br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 04:03:25</strong>
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				Hearing the call from the hold beneath the Quarterdeck, Tiberius shuffled down the three stairs to the open port in the main deck to peer below. "What's this racket?" he asked his men who were sent to inventory their belongings and organize the mess that was made in their mad rush to load the crates and barrels quickly.&nbsp; "Cap'n," the seaman below responded, "you better come take a look, we found a stowaway in one of the crates," he said with a bit of over eager excitement tinging his voice.<br><br>"By Bacchus and Neptune," Tiberius replied as he scuttled down the short length of steps, grabbing an oil lamp from one of his men as he approached the crate. Looking down, he saw an urchin of a girl, dressed in a simple loin cloth and bare of chest, but covered in the dirt and grime of the late, great city of Herculaneum. "By the gods, girl, what the devil are you doing in there?" he asked the young woman. Without waiting for her answer he looked at his men and said, "Get her out, I need to see this wench for myself."<br><br>Yelling above to the main deck he called for Rufus, his first mate to fetch a pale of water and lower it down.
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 02:53:23</strong>
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				The girl could not help but try to press her body into the crate as the men looked at her with hungry eyes. The light from the oil lamps almost blinding to her after being in the darkness for so long. More fear entering her heart with each word that was spoken. Her head turning some as she heard someone asked what all the nose was about. Only a few moment passing before another man looked down into the crate. The light from his lamp causing the girl to move her hand in front of her face, doing her best to block out the light. His question about to be answered. <br><br>Yet, as soon as she parted her lips she felt the hands of men on her, the order had been given to remove her from the crate. She fought against the men that pulled her out of the crate, biting one hard enough to draw blood and have him back away from her. The wench as the captain called her kicking out her legs, head turning from side to side causing her hair to swirl around her. Every now and then a scream leaving her lips as they finally brought her down to her knees. <br><br>Her chest rose and fell quickly, fear clear in her eyes. They moved quickly from man to man finally resting on the captain. Looking away only when one of the men came close to her with the pale of water. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 19:49:06</strong>
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				Watching her stare at the pale and back up to him, Tiberius was a bemused. <em>Did she think the water was going to wash the grime and dirt by itself?</em> he thought to himself. Even under the facade of dirt that covered her skin, he could see the refined features of rather pretty girl. "Well, we've fetched you a pale of water...clean yourself then and tell me how you've come to be aboard my ship this auspicious night," he said to the girl. "And tell me your name."<br><br>With the world crashing down around them, he really didn't need another distraction, but here he had it and she needed to be dealt with. He just needed to make sure his men stayed focus at getting their jobs accomplished. The waters would be rough and tidal waves likely after Vesuvius' eruption. He'd seen it when he was a boy. After the mountain belched its black smoke the port at Pompeii was nearly laid to waste by the aftershocks in the sea. No reason it wouldn't happen again.<br><br>Then, as if to punctuate his thoughts, the boat listed starboard slightly, causing each man to catch their footing so they wouldn't topple over one another.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 05:36:12</strong>
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				“I don’t have one,” A name she meant, “My mother never gave me one. To lost in her own mind I guess….” Her words well placed for someone off the street. Words trying to be brave but holding fear at the same time. Spoken before she even thought about taking the water to wash herself like the man told her to do. Hands dipping into the water just as the ship was rocked and the bucket almost falling over. Lucky she had caught it. Finding more balance on her knees then the ones that where standing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Eyes looking upward to watch as the men tried to regain themselves. All eyes seeming to fall on her once more. Deciding it best to answer some more of the captains questions. “I was on the dock and heard someone yelling. I thought I was in trouble so I hide in a crate…then before I knew it everything went dark.” Leaving out the part about why she thought she might be in trouble or the bread she stole. Right now they did not seem to matter nor did she want them to know they now had a thief among them. “I did not mean to come aboard your ship with out first asking nor did I know this crate was to be loaded on it.”<br><br>“I’m sure if we just return to port we can part with out any more problems.” Her last comment making it clear she didn’t know about what was happening to the city at this moment. Finally bring water to her face, the dirt and dust seeming to melt away showing sun kissed flesh. 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:30:52</strong>
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				The captain-merchant shook his head. "No port to return to, no more Herculaneum at all by now," he said matter-of-factly. "Maybe you crawled into your little crate before all the excitement really got started," he continued, "but the city and port are gone. Vesuvius erupted and a thick lava flow was heading straight for the sea as we disembarked." He stood silent, his words hanging heavy over the entire crew. A sense of defeat clung to them all like the morning dew on the grass.<br><br>Looking down at the freshly washed girl, Tiberius couldn't help but appreciate the beauty that had laid hidden under all that grime. "My gods, but aren't you a beaut," he said, taking her under the arm and lifting her up to appraise her whole body. Skinny and firm breasted, the soft flesh of her ass seemed to cover some rather firm muscles laying over her bones. "Boys," the captain said as he took the girl again by the arm, "I believe I'll be finishing this voyage out in my cabin. Come and get me when you approach Misenum."<br><br>Dragging the girl after him, he approached the entry to his cabin and pushed open the door. Getting her inside, he flared the lamp and made the room glow as he barred the door. A hungry fire lit up in his eyes, sparked by the sense of loss he had for his family as much by the young urchin standing in front of him now. "Yes, lets get to know one another a bit better, shall we? First...let's find a suitable name for you," he said. "I have to know what I'm to scream out as you pleasure me as fare for your little boat ride."
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 04:04:46</strong>
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				It might have been sad but she held on feelings in her eyes when the captain spoke about everything being gone. About the how she missed all the excitement as the port and city where destroyed by Vesuvius rage. Even when the man fell silent and members of his crew mumbled and showed their sorrow….she did nothing but look around. It was as if she didn’t care. Then again what did she have to really care about. Each day for her was a fight to make it to the next warm and with food in her belly. <br><br>Only making a sound when she was taken by her arm and lifted to her feet by the man that had just been talking. Watching his eyes look over her as the man examined his booby prize. Looking away as he spoke about how lovely she was, having never been talked about like that by a man. Eyes roaming over the men as the captain told them he would be spending the rest of the voyage in his cabin. Watching the look of disappointment in his men’s eyes…knowing just as they did she would be joining him in his cabin. <br><br>She was a slight fighter, trying to pull her arm from him as she was dragged behind the man. Being almost swung around as the door was opened and closed then barred. Lamp being lit and finally the girl pulling herself from him as he spoke to her once more. Taking a few steps back from him toward the middle for the small room. “And what if I want none of this? What will you do? Bring me back to Herculaneum and watch me burn like everyone in it?”&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 05:27:42</strong>
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				Tiberius' years of work in his vineyards and on the ships that sailed to many ports to sell his wares had made him tougher than he might have looked to an average man. To have a common street girl challenge him was almost more than his pride was willing to take. As she fought his grip and stumbled to the middle of the room to challenge him with her question, his eyes became cold and menacing. "What would I do with you?" he asked her in reply. Answering his own question, he continued, "I'll tell you what I'll do with you. I'll throw you into the sea, but not until every man aboard has had his way with you while we have you tied to the mast above."<br><br>A rather evil and delighted gleam shone in his eye as he continued, "Yes, I'd have your arms stretched above your head," he said as he grabbed her wrists and lifted them high, almost pulling her up off of her feet. "You'd be bound and then barrels would be placed to either side so that your pretty little legs would be spread wide. Then each man in his turn could come and stick his hard cock into your little honey pot. When the last man finished...my lowliest of all my slaves rowing below, I would have you tossed. But, let's be reasonable," he continued as he slowly brought her hands down, still hold her wrists. "We can come to some sort of an arrangement that wouldn't involve your drowning at sea, or having to service 50 rowdy sailors who haven't seen a good patch of pussy in weeks."<br><br>The wicked little flare in his eyes tempered slightly as he continued to speak, bringing her hands to his waist as he reached for one of the many strands of rope in his cabin. Bending the rope in half at its center, the merchantman weaved the ends through the rope before reversing direction and wrapping it four times around the girls wrist, leaving ample room in the center. Bringing the lead back between her forearms, he wrapped it around the wrist wrap, cinching the ropes down without cutting off the flow of blood to her hands. "There, now we can discuss matters more decently. I would propose that you become my servant. You can tend to me in my cabin and I can keep you safe from the men. When we arrive in port and I make plans to establish my new home, you will be welcome to stay with me. I will provide you three meals a day, a warm home to sleep in, my bed to comfort you, and nothing more. But by the looks of you when we pulled you from the crate, you hadn't had anything for some time." He sat on a stool then, admiring the form of the girl and looking down to her petite feet, calloused and hard from her life in the street, and up her softly toned legs, too skinny for a proper Roman woman. Her firm buttocks and narrow waist were pleasing to his eyes, the more so as it tapered up to the most perfect set of tits he'd seen bared before him in recent memory. The nipples not yet baby chewed, stood proud from her chest and he felt a stirring in his own loins at the sight of her.<br><br>As his eyes reached hers in his hungry visual exploration of her body, he said, "Well, do we have a bargain?"
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 19:49:04</strong>
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				It seemed that life on the streets had made her stubborn, having no one to answer to or punish her when she did something wrong. Yet, at the same time the streets had made her smart. Both facts playing there part right now. For one it shocked her when the man answered her question in such a way. Never having anyone stand up to her like that, making her rather speechless. Eye growing wide as he grabbed both her wrists and pulling her up so just her toes touched the wooden floor. His comments and ideas sending chills down her spin. That look in his eyes making her fight against his grip, making her want to pull away. The words “You would not…” slowly leaving her lips in nothing more then a whisper as she set back down onto the floor. The feisty young street girl giving her arms another pull as he still held her wrist. <br><br>Eyes slowly narrowing as the captain finished his dark and twisted idea of what he do to her if she did not agree to his terms. Talking about coming to another arrangement that would be much better for her. Truth being it did not sound half bad. That’s when the second part of her living on the streets came in. Knowing to take what she could get, yet she was still torn some. After all it sounded a little to good to be true. Knowing she would be paying this man some how and knowing already what that some how was. The way he looked at her. She knew what he wanted and knowing he would get it one way or the other. So lost in thought at the moment she did not even noticing that he as tied her hands. <br><br>Jumping slightly as she noticed her arms now bound in front of her. Watching the man sit down on his stool and backing up slowly if she could. Finally speaking once more, “It seems there is not much to discuss. You seem to already have anything planned out for me and if I disagree you already told me what would happened.”&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 07:08:36</strong>
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				Reaching into a small pantry at the side of his cabin, Tiberius pulled out a loaf of bread and two tin cups. Seeing that the cups were clean enough he sat them down on the small table in his room and poured a half cup of wine in each mug from the flask he carried at his hip. Tearing off a chunk of the bread, he popped it into his mouth before tearing off half the loaf and setting in the girl's hands. "There ye go. Have some food now," he said. "And when you need a drink, there's wine for ye too."<br><br>Eyeing her body again with his studied appearance, he took note of all her charms and thought to himself all of the many pleasurable torments he might visit on her tight little frame. He longed to reach out and feel her breasts, to suckle at their buds, to hear her scream as he pierced her with his cock. But all that would come over time. And, he figured, if she didn't please him in just the way he expected, she would always fetch a good price at the market. There were certainly many owners of pleasure slaves in the port they were sailing toward. One of them would take her off his hands if she became to troublesome.
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 20:38:43</strong>
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				Her mouth slightly watered as she watched him pour wine into the cups, and pulled out a loaf of bread. It would not matter if the cups where clean or not, after all she could not remember the last time she drank out of a cup let alone had wine. Lucky enough if it rain and she could drink clean water caught in her hands. Taking the bread into her bound hands with out another word. Bringing it up to her mouth and enjoying the taste. Not caring if it was fresh or not. Not caring if it came with a price that had not been told to her. <br><br>To busy eating to notice the look her keeper was giving her. All thoughts of the last few moments or what would happen in the time to come leaving her mind as she filled her belly. Not daring to set it down, not even to taste the wine in the cup before her. No, not until all of the bread she was given was gone. Only then would she dare to step closer to the table and wrap both hands around the cup and take it to her lips. Clearly the girl’s life a hard one to act in such a way. To let her guard down for a mere half of loaf of bread and a half cup a wine.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 03:49:56</strong>
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				Tiberius watched as the famished little urch gobbled the bread he gave her, then slugged the half-full cup of wine to wash the doughy bread down. The way she ate, the lithe movements of her body, spoke of her hungry condition, and of the difficulties she must have faced. The Captain wasn't usually a man to care much for the trials of others, or for what brought them to any predicament they may be suffering through. His life long trust in the will of the gods had made him feel secure that the just were rewarded, and the unjust suffered. His views were challenged today.<br><br><em>What in Hades happened?</em> he began to think to himself, <em>Who could have angered all of the heavens so badly that the entirety of Pompeii was destroyed? Who could have tweaked their noses so brashly?</em> His mind raced through the nobility of the area, and the way their parties and orgies had lasted for weeks, at times. How girls such as the one he now had in his ship's cabin were used for sport by the men of the village, often leaving them ravaged and abused. <br><br>Distracted only for a moment, the captain cleared his throat after taking a swig of the wine. "You will be expected to bathe me nightly. I would suggest that you keep yourself bathed as well. You will not wear more clothing than what you currently are wearing, and I will expect you to lay with me to warm my bed...and to pleasure me whenever I require it...and in whatever manner I may require it. There is to be no discussion on this matter, nor any sort of argument when I give an order. I am Captain of this ship, and now owner of your life. Am I understood?" he asked without flinching at the the harshness of his own words.
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 05:58:24</strong>
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				The cup was still at her lips, jumping slightly as she heard the man clear his throat. Some wine splashing against her face, but not enough to make a mess of herself. Slowly setting down the cup as he began to speak. Eyes narrowing some as he listed her new duties as long as she was in his care. A few not, no none of them at all pleasing to her ears besides the fact she would be taking a bath daily. Sure she understood him, but it did not mean she was happy about having to do any of it. <br><br>“Yes I understand.” Biting back other words as she looked down at her own body. She wore almost nothing, the idea of her not being able to clothed herself made her blush slightly. No knowing why she was blushing, after all this was how she roamed the streets back in Pompeii. Then again no man ever gave her a second look. The man before him and the rest on this ship however…the girl was no longer invisible. Finally ended her statement, “What ever you wish.”<br><br>What else could she say. If she did not comply, well she knew what would happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 21:44:35</strong>
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				"Very well then," Tiberius said. He leaned forward and hefted himself off the stool upon which he'd been sitting. "I think it is time for you to begin fulfilling your duties. I have had a long, and very stressful day. I have seen my homes, my lands and several of my ships destroyed. I may be penniless soon and I am aggravated. I wish to loosen my tension now, and you will feel the brunt of it, I'm afraid, but you it shouldn't be more than you can handle."<br><br>The rope that was cinched across his waist to hold his tunic in place was loosened by his fingers as they moved slowly to unbind the knot he'd tied. Winding the rope in his fist, he said, "I will need you to come over here and turn around, girl. Then, when I've unbound your wrists, you are to lean forward and touch your toes. Once I have bound your wrists to your ankles, I will give you a mat to lay your head on, on top of my bed. Then, I shall see how much frustration I have as I discipline you for stowing away aboard my ship."<br><br>He sat back down on the edge of his stool as he motioned with his hand where she was to stand in front of him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Angzyn</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 00:20:49</strong>
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				Her heart became like a lump in her throat, and it was clear by the look on her face that she did not want to do as told. Yet, at the same time there was a look of thought upon her face as she remembered what was talked about earlier. Clearly the girl seemed to be caught between a rock and a hard place. A moment of thought going to the man before her, and all the things he had lost…while she in turn had lost nothing. The only thing she had to lose was her life, after all what else could a girl without so much as name have to lose. Slowly making her way toward him, almost like an animal daring to eat from a human hand for the first time. <br><br>Not even knowing what kind of discipline he would bestow upon her. Though she knew it would not be kind ether way he went about it. All thoughts that scared her, clear by the slight shake in her body as she turned her back to him. Almost like a child who was about to be bet by their parent for doing something wrong, But had she did anything worth what she was about to get? She had not met to stow away aboard his ship, just poor luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Quit thoughts running threw her head as she waited to be unbound. Binding down once she was, doing her best to touch her toes, hands grabbing for air a few times before she was able to grab onto her ankles. <br>
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