Educating a lady (Rayve13 & SouthernBelle)
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				Title: <strong>Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>09-02-2006, 02:35:47</strong>
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				Jacob Lacksley, Viscount of Bath, wiped a bead of sweat from his brow as he waited for his house guard to return with their prize. He cursed quietly. A "Holy Land" indeed. This place had been miserable from the beginning. The natives had not only failed to fall to their blades, they had actually driven off many of the Crusaders. His commrades, in turn, had proven little more than beasts, raping and destroying that which they had claimed to wish to save. While Jacob himself was not above a little underhandedness, and well understood the need to show strength, such brutality was not to be tolerated.<br><br>Yet he stayed here, on the outskirts of Turkish lands. His holdings in Britanny were small, and a healthy trade empire here would serve him better. The local leader could make that happen, joining Jacob in a richly profitable trade in spices. Instead, he chose to to demand Jacob leave the keep he had taken rightfully, to leave the lands, and to take his men with him. This was not going to happen, and he had sent his men to gain something the mulah would have to give in for, his lovely daughter Hajari. Jacob was confident that once the man understood he was not going to leave, he would negotiate. <br><br>His cheeks flushed for a moment at the thought of the firey young woman, quite beautiful in her way. But, jsut as quickly, he banished the thought.<br><br>"I will civilize the girl for him, that through her he will come to understand proper ways. She is a savage, little more. It will be a fine challenge, I wager...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>09-02-2006, 20:24:26</strong>
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				(http://media.lawrence.com/img/photos/2005/09/18/psu_rebecca_curtis_4k_clr_9__t180.jpg)<br><br>Hajari did indeed seem like a savage to the men who had accosted her from the marketplace where she had been shopping for her family.&nbsp; She wondered how long they had followed, how long they had waited for the opportune moment when her father's men would have grown bored of the things that interested women.&nbsp; It took but a moment of negligence, and she'd been grabbed, a bag tossed over her head to muffle her cries and keep her from seeing where they were taking her.<br><br>The hands that held her down were rough, and the planking of the cart in which she'd been tossed was biting into her smooth skin.&nbsp; She had struggled to no avail; a small woman was no match for five grown men.&nbsp; Tears had not come yet, no, for she was still angry, furious with whomever had dared to treat her in such a way.&nbsp; Over and over she yelled out the grisly details of what her father and brothers would do should they find the ones who had taken her.<br><br>Eventually, even her yelling grew hoarse and weariness assailed her limbs.&nbsp; She seemed to wilt in the cart, her covered head resting upon the planking as her chest heaved with deep breaths.&nbsp; None of the men had attempted to touch her in an unclean way, and that was an odd thing for her.&nbsp; Even those white men, those who called themselves Christians, had given evidence of a bestial desire for the darker flesh of the women of her land.&nbsp; Her own skin was the color of coffee and milk, a purity of color that was enhanced by the smoothness of said skin.&nbsp; She smelled of honey and jasmine, an intoxicating combination of scents, and her black hair was straight and long, most often worn loose to frame her face.&nbsp; Her clothing was of rich satin and silks, brightly-colored and stitched with a meticulous hand... her own.<br><br>She wondered if this would be the night that she died.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 01:35:29</strong>
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				(http://images1.pictiger.com/images/da/f85bd7903a32fef2c31c1796620a1cda.jpg) (http://www.pictiger.com/)<br><br>Jacob heard the cart well before he saw the men bringing back their prize. He moved quickly, with almost feline grace down the steps and into the courtyard as they drew to a stop, sweating profusely in the foreign heat. The guard captain began pulled the bag from her head to confirm for his lord that she was indeed the woman they were sent to fine.<br><br>"We got tha' little lady, jsut like you asked sir. Her father'll have to deal with you now."<br><br>He recieved a curt nod in return from Jacob, who seemed distracted, cocking his ehad to hear one of the men, a leering brute, speaking quietly to another soldier.<br><br>"What was that?" he asked coldly.<br><br>The guard looked surprised, his ugly grin frozen on his face. "Ah said if he didn't, than we should deal with his daug...."<br><br>He never finished the thought as Jacob's sword flew from its sheath, the heavy basket hilt smashing into his jaw with a sickening thud. The man fell, his hand instinctively going for his own weapon, only to find Jacob's point at his throat.<br><br>"You will not touch her. Even if doing so would not completely ruin any chance we have of reaching a peaceful accomodation, it would be a defilement of a lady, savage though she may be. And we are not savages, nor are we defilers. If any of you turn out to be such, you will see justice served."<br><br>He returns his weapon to its scabbard, ignoring the groans and dark mutterings of the man he had bested as he turned back to his guard captain, carefuil to speak loudly enough to be heard, knowing the girl understood English.<br><br>"Make sure the woman is taken to the prepared rooms without incident. If she is civil, she may have dinner with me this evening. If not, she can subsist on bread and water in her chamber."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 15:46:01</strong>
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				The eyes of the woman, so dark brown as to seem black, smoldered with anger as they looked upon her captor.&nbsp; It took her but a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light after the removal of the bag, and she didn't appear the least bit afraid or ruffled by the treatment she'd received at the hands of his men.&nbsp; Her jaw was clenched, her appearance defiant, and she held no qualms about meeting Jacob's gaze evenly.&nbsp; Her father had often commented that she was much too forward for a female, that she would find herself in a situation where her resolve would be tested; but her stubbornness was his own fault.&nbsp; She was a favored child and only daughter, prone to being spoiled at the hands of her father, his many wives, and her brothers.<br><br>Hajari did indeed understand the words of the Englishman; her father had made certain that his offspring learn it, for he was cooperative enough to trade with the Christians, although he would not enter into a proper business contract with any of them.&nbsp; Once it was clear that Jacob was the leader of these white men, she focused all of her anger on him.&nbsp; As she was dragged to her feet, her head lifted, chin jutting out proudly.&nbsp; Her hair had come loose, falling around her face, framing her visage and enhancing already exotic features.<br><br>There was no desire to dine with such a man, and so if she was to stay away from him, she would have to act the savage.&nbsp; With a loud and disgusting sound, she spat at his feet, her saliva practically sizzling in the hot dust.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>10-02-2006, 21:25:01</strong>
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				Displaying the same speed he had moments before, Jacob's fingers grabbed her under her jaw, pressing into hte muscles on either side of her mouth. He pressed deliberately, keeping her mouth shut as he would an animals.<br><br>"That was your only opportunity. Clearly your father has taught you nothing of civility or behavior. I shall be doing him a service, I believe, if I were to return you to him a proper lady, one who will not bring disgrace to his household. If you ever do something like that again, I assue you that the consequences will be far more harsh than a missed meal or two."<br><br>He lets go of her jaw, moving his hand back in time to avoid any snapping teeth if she should get any other ideas.<br><br>"I believe the girl has decided against eatting until tommorow night. Please escort her to her chambers, and mind that she doesn't damage anything along the way."
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 20:24:48</strong>
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				Hajari couldn't help but wince at the tight grip on her jaw.&nbsp; His fingers dug into her skin, bringing pain and discomfort.&nbsp; For one who spoke of civility, he was not quite displaying it himself.&nbsp; An amused thought brought something humored into her eyes; the idea of him at his own mercy for his behavior was entertaining.<br><br>As he released her, she worked her jaw slowly.&nbsp; She would not have sullied herself by taking the chance of allowing his blood to spill into her mouth.&nbsp; No, she considered herself a clean and untouched woman; his blood would only have tainted her.<br><br>As he dismissed them, she was tugged away, out of the sun and into her new "home," a cell that had been furnished to some extent.&nbsp; No matter the soft pillows and thick rugs, imprisonment could not be disguised.&nbsp; She knew that she was being kept, and once she'd been released into her room, she began to pace, like a caged beast.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>11-02-2006, 23:31:40</strong>
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				It was several hours before Jacob went to see his prisoner. He had yet to hear from her father, but he anticipated the older man's emmisarries any time now. But for now, he had to take care of Hajari. He could not trust any of the men; they had been without sexual congress for too long and the war had taught them that these women were there only to serve their needs. But to deflower her would ruin her usefulness, in addition to its general lack of morality. Thus, Jacob himself went to speak with her.<br><br>He openned her door carefully, making sure she had no opportunity to slip past him. He deliberately left his sword this time,only carrying water for her and a Bible, hoping (perhaps in vain), that she would settle a bit if he were unarmed. On some level, he felt guilty for having to do this. Kidnapping was not his style, but he needed this business arraingement too much to leave things to chance. Besides, he would improve her in their time together, of this he had no doubt.<br><br>"I have brought you water, as I am sure you are thirsty by now."
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 05:43:25</strong>
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				The offer of water was accepted, though she had yet to speak a word to him.&nbsp; Her hand reached for the container, and she watched his face as he approached, uncertain of what to make of this Christian.&nbsp; The book he carried drew Hajari's interest simply because she had learned early the power of the written word, and if this were a man who was educated, perhaps she could learn something from him... even something that would aid in her escape from his clutches.<br><br>She felt dirty and grimy, having not been able to bathe since her taking.&nbsp; Sweat and dirt had mingled on her dark skin, creating a sheen of muddy streaks.&nbsp; She could smell that her perfumes were wearing off, and she desired to be clean and presentable, even before her captor.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>13-02-2006, 22:29:23</strong>
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				Seeing that she was not yet Attacking, cursing, or actively ignoring him, he set the Bible down on the small table in her room. "This is the Bible. You would do well to read it as you may. It contains the greatest truths of man, and can provide you with much that is useful...even in your current state."<br><br>His eyes linger over her for a moment, her body sheened with sweat in the heat of the enclosed space. Even as his nose wrinkled at her scent, more her body now than the perfumes these people used, he could not help but admire the way her olive skin shone. But he dismissed the thought, for he was not one to take advantage as such. Was that not why he himself was doing the servants duties and bringing things to her?<br><br>"I will have water, clean cloth, and a tub brought in for you to bathe. I regret that I have no female servants to assist you in bathing, so you will have to make do on your own. It will be brought up shortly, and it will be collected roughly an hour after it is delivered. I will ensure that you are not disturbed."<br><br>He stepped out carefully, not presenting his back to her, but not particularly afraid should she attempt something.
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>14-02-2006, 19:03:38</strong>
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				It was a relief, the knowledge that a bath would be brought to her.&nbsp; She did not worry about taking care of her own person; it was not often that she allowed others to see her without clothing.&nbsp; Hajari considered her body without impurities, ready for the day when she would be called upon to take a husband and bear him children.&nbsp; She knew that her father was proud of his devoted daughter and her attention to her own well-being.&nbsp; At least the Christian seemed unwilling to allow his men to bring shame upon her, and that was a relief.&nbsp; Once this was done, and her father came for her, all would be well again.<br><br>He moved to leave, and she turned her attention away, ignoring him and the book he left behind.&nbsp; The Christian's ways were not her ways, and though she did not hate him for his beliefs, she did not trust him after seeing what other "Christians" had done to her homeland.&nbsp; It never even occurred to her that part of the problem was being fed by people like her own father, businessmen who were making money on the holy war.<br><br>Once he was gone, she simply waited for the bath, and once it arrived, she set to cleaning herself and her clothing.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>15-02-2006, 01:36:03</strong>
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				Hajari had been in the bath when the door opened slowly, quietly, too well oiled to make much noise. But the man coming in did make a bit of noise before quickly closing the door and staring at the nude woman with naked lust. The man, the guard Jacob had downed earlier, looked both angry and enflamed, his nose flattened from his impact with the ground, his jaw bruised from the hilt punch.<br><br>"The Lord ain't here to protect yah now," he snarled, already trying to get his breeches down as he stared at her body, "I can't take anything out on him, but who's to know if we have a little fun? I won't make it hurt if you just play along..."
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>15-02-2006, 18:23:01</strong>
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				The sound of the man's voice had Hajari turning to look upon him with alarm.&nbsp; Her dark eyes widened and she couldn't seem to stop staring at him as he removed his clothing.&nbsp; Her skin began to crawl with the implications of his words, and as those breeches dropped, she looked away in disgust from the thing that hung between his legs.&nbsp; Her hands tightened on the sides of the tub, and she didn't even attempt to cover her body.&nbsp; Her skin was pale where the sun did not normally strike it, and her figure was nearly flawless.&nbsp; Full, firm breasts stood out from her chest, the nipples large and dark; the line of her body led the eye downward, over flat stomach and flaring hips.&nbsp; A dark mass of pubic hair hid her virgin sex, and her legs were long and lean.<br><br>"I will not allow you to touch me, you white pig!"&nbsp; Her tone was outraged, her jaw clenched and her eyes flashing with anger.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 02:35:10</strong>
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				The man's words failed him as his eyes crawled over her body, already imagining himself plumbing her depths. His penis was at full erectness by the time he got his pants off, reaching for her as his hands did.<br><br>"Then this..is gonna hurt you..." he forces out, his voice cracking with lust and pent up frustration. He stumbles towards her, his pants hung up on his ankles for a moment, causing him to stumble as he moves, distracting him for a moment from his prize and his surroundings.<br><br>That moment is almost his last.<br><br>As the events in the room transpire, Jacob wanders the halls, restless. He knows the men are on edge, the discipline breach when the girl was brought showed him that. Even now, he sees the men giving him looks, hiding something from him. He stalks the house, his sword once again at his hip, until he decides he can not continue this.<br><br>"I will check on her, from outside the room," he mutters to himself, "A simple knock and call will let me know that all is well there, than I will gather the men and remind them of the situation. Maybe I'll grant some leave time, let them get away from here for a bit..."<br><br>His words stop as he sees a guard outside Hajari's door. The man is moving away, trying to resume a patrol walk, but Jacob sees that the door is slightly ajar. Scowling, suspecting the man of looking in on their guest, he goes to close the door. And in doing so, he sees flesh. Flesh far to wide and pale to be the desert-dwelling woman contained in the room. That glimpse is all it takes.<br><br>Jacob slips into the room like a wraith, his face white with barely contained fury as his sword leaves its sheath. The soldier, still trying to free himself from his breeches, suddenly feels cold steel at his spine. He whirls around, and only Jacob's masterful control of the weapon keeps him from impaling himself on the blade of the rapier. Unseen by Hajari, he blanches at the sight of his lord, his life passing before his eyes, his erection wilted. But Jacob's eyes stay trained on his wayward servant, not even flicking the the vision of beauty behind the fool.<br><br>"Dress. Then, you will apologize to the woman and come with me."<br><br>The man starts to turn, trying to grab his clothing. Jacob's blade meets him, slashing a long, jagged line along his jaw.<br><br>"You will not compound your insult by looking at her."<br><br>Barely containing sobs, he fumbles blindly for his clothes, finally gathering them and dressing while facing his master. Jacob does see the girl during this, but only peripherally, his anger clouding over any desire he may feel. Finally, hte man is ready, and manages a halting apology before exiting the room, Jacob close behind. With his eyes towards the wall, Jacob finally addressing the woman at the center of this.<br><br>"I assure you that this...moral breech...will never occur again. Not by this man, not by any man in my employ. I regret that your modesty has been violated in any way. I will waive my previous statement that you would not eat today. Please continue your bath as you choose."
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2006, 19:30:53</strong>
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				Everything happened so quickly.&nbsp; As the guard stumbled, Hajari stepped quickly out of the tub, turning to grab for a towel that had been brought with the bath.&nbsp; It had been forgotten, however, as she heard Jacob's voice.&nbsp; Turning, she saw what had happened to the lusting guard, and she sent a prayer of thanks to Allah for the morality of some of the Christians.<br><br>Her dark eyes studied Jacob's face as he apologized and amended his decision on her meal.&nbsp; How was it that a man like him could be in such a business?&nbsp; She had met Christians who truly believed in kindness and respect, but more often than not she was surrounded by those who only wanted to stamp out what they didn't understand.&nbsp; This white man had proven that he held compassion in his heart, but why would he hold her against her will?&nbsp; And why would a man with such morals blackmail her father?<br><br>The towel was remembered yet again, and she tugged it around her body, her skin still glistening from the water.&nbsp; He would not look at her, and she could only respect that about him.<br><br>"Thank you."
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 00:34:53</strong>
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				His eyes still towards the door, he inclined his head lightly in her direction. "You are welcome. I will bring your meal to you this evening. The mood in the keep will be...dark, considering this incident. While my men will understand what must be done, they will not be pleased, and may blame you for it. It will be best if I attend to you for a few days, until things settle."<br><br>He steps out into the hall, escorting the man down to a crude stockade that had been set up on hte ground floor when this place had served as a military post. The other soliders and servants stayed far away, leaving the two of them alone. Finally, as they neared the gate, the guard spoke to his Lord.<br><br>"What...what are you going to do..."<br><br>"I'm going to do the right thing, unlike you Samuel," he responded, "Do you know what the penalty for molesting a woman in hte way you intended is?"<br><br>Samuel gulped and shook his head.<br><br>"Castration."<br><br>The man started to sob again, fearing the worst. "I would suggest that you remember that punishment, because it is what will happen to you if you set foot in this city again. I will let word out in the morning that you attempted to rape Hajari. Any man seeing you in the city, Christian or Saracen, will turn you in to the sheik for proper punishment. I suggest you begin your journey back to England immediately, and count your blessings that I value mercy as well as justice."<br><br>Once the man receeds from view, moving as fast as he can to gather his few belongings, Jacob pauses to clean his sword, determined not to let it rust. As he does, he remembers his brief glimpse of Hajari in her nude state. His cheeks flush for a moment, remembering the curves of her body, the dusky promise of her veradant mass of pubic hair. But he forced the thoughts down as he resheathed the blade, knowing he would have to be in contact with her for the next few days at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2006, 19:48:46</strong>
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				Once Jacob had left, Hajari finished her bath and dried herself before tugging on clothes that were still damp.&nbsp; She did not think that he would make the mistake of sending another down to see to her needs again; still, she did not wish to take the chance of another male tempted by her body.&nbsp; Her dark hair was glistening with damp, and she ran her fingers through it as she took a seat upon the chair in her room, humming softly to herself as she pulled out the tangles.&nbsp; Her back was to the door once more, and she relied upon her hearing to alert her if someone else entered.<br><br>The promise of food had started her thinking about a meal, and her stomach began to grumble as she realized how hungry she was already.&nbsp; She wondered what her family was doing, what her father thought of her kidnapping, what her brothers were saying at this moment.&nbsp; Certainly they would do everything in their power to keep her from harm; surely they would be here soon to take her home.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>18-02-2006, 03:02:04</strong>
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				When the meal was prepared, Jacob walked to Hajari's quarters along with hte servant (as he was obviously not going to carry the dishes and food himself). He knocked carefully on the door.<br><br>"It is Jacob. I have your meal."
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2006, 00:14:44</strong>
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				"Enter... I am clothed."&nbsp; Her rich and sultry voice carried easily.&nbsp; Hajari was still running her fingers through her thick dark hair, carefully working out the tangles; and that lovely dark mass was glistening and healthy, making her appear younger as she turned to look over her shoulder as they entered.&nbsp; The Christian was a curiosity to her; she could easily identify with a man of dual personalities.&nbsp; She had seen her own father, a loving husband to his wives, slaughter a servant ruthlessly for a small infraction.&nbsp; Personality dicotomies were prevalent in this war-torn society, and it was a wonder that the natives could manage any sort of sanity or semblance of reality when confronted with it at every turn.
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>22-02-2006, 02:39:42</strong>
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				He opens the door, a carefully watched servant setting up a board on the small table in the room while another carried up the masters chair. Both servants glowered at the woman held in the chamber, but they could and would do nothing more with Jacob present. They set out a simple meal: fresh fruit, bread, and cheese along with a bit of lean meat, along with water.<br><br>"Perhaps not what you are used to dining on, but I hope such simple fair will suffice," Jacob says, a slightly mocking tone in his voice as he sits, dismissing the servants with a gesture.
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>23-02-2006, 23:23:50</strong>
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				Ignoring Jacob's tone, Hajari moved to settle near the food, taking up a bit of fruit to eat slowly.&nbsp; The more she ate, the more she realized how hungry she was, but there was a great deal of control exhibited in her actions.&nbsp; She wanted to enjoy this meal, and she didn't want to make herself sick.&nbsp; The fruit was delicious, particularly considering the last time she'd eaten.&nbsp; She looked up at him, her gaze hooded, her lips glistening with the juice from the fruit.<br><br>"It is very good, and I thank you for bringing me this meal."&nbsp; Another bite was taken, and she relished the flavor before speaking again.&nbsp; "How long do you anticipate holding me here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>27-02-2006, 01:17:35</strong>
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				Jacob eats lightly, still adjusting to the relative lack of meat available in this area.<br><br>"I admit the food is quite different from what I can get at home. I had a native cook, but with the current...situation, I thought it best to stay to ourselves for the moment, until the situation with your father can be resolved."<br><br>He sighs at her other question. This is not really his game, kidnapping and making demands, but her father has left him no choice. He has gouged, he has led, and he has mispromised. But these are not the things to bring up with his daughter. They are a proud people, and he may be keeping her for some time. Best to stay on her good side as much as possible under the circumstances.<br><br>"I can not say for certain when you will be going home. It is in your father's hands now. I believe he wants to make sure I am serious at the moment; hence I have had no one come to visit from him to negotiate your release. I still have hope that this will be resolved quickly, but you know your father better than I, so I would say you would know better how long it will take him to begin negotiation."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 19:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hajari's brow furrowed at Jacob's words.&nbsp; Of course she knew her father, but only in that particular role.&nbsp; He was an adoring father, one who cherished his children, who spoiled his daughter much more than he likely should.&nbsp; She did not know him as a businessman, therefore she was most uncertain how he would handle this particular situation.&nbsp; Would he be the father to rush in and save his beloved daughter?&nbsp; Or would he be the businessman who waited to see what better options would make themselves known.<br><br>"I am only a daughter.&nbsp; You would likely have heard from him sooner if I were a son."&nbsp; She knew her father loved her, but she also knew that the common view among her people was that women were not as valued as men.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>15-03-2006, 21:31:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I understand," he said quietly as he nibbled at his food. He ahd not adjusted to the lighter diet of these people, lacknig so much of the good English beef he was familiar with, "it is similar with my people. It is something of a man's world, though that is no excuse for the behavior of some men."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 20:21:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So what makes you think my father will respond at all?"&nbsp; She was truly curious as to his reasoning.&nbsp; Hajari could have been any woman of her father's household, could have been any of her brothers' wives.&nbsp; There was a possibility that she would be left with the Christian a long time, perhaps enough so that he grew tired of holding her.&nbsp; There was that brief hope, but she truly did not wish to be his prisoner for that long, particularly after what had almost happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There are reasons," Jacob begins slowly, choosing his words with care, "First, you were easier to catch than one of his sons. No slight to you, but they have more bodyguards, and your brothers are trained fighters. Second, I know he was planning to marry you off to a wealthy man, and I have hopes that his greed will drive him to get you back quickly. Also, he seems to favor you, which I can understand. You seem a remarkable woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 19:46:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A remarkable woman who is kept here at your leisure... to follow your orders until my father comes for me?&nbsp; And what if he never comes?&nbsp; He may well give me up for dead; it would not be the first time one of his rank had been blackmailed into aiding the Christians only to discover that his family had been slaughtered anyway."&nbsp; Her gaze shifted from his face to the food on which she nibbled.&nbsp; Standing, she began to pace the cell.&nbsp; "And you will not be able to protect me at all times.&nbsp; Your men will have their way, sooner or later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 04:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob sighs slowly, sitting back in his chair. "Then perhapes you can find a way to convince him to join me in a simple business alliance without attempting to cheat me," he says with some bitterness, "I have cast what little I had into this venture, and he has decided to cheat me at every turn. I apologize, I am not the most efficient of cutthroats."<br><br>He settles a little, taking a sip of water, wishing he had requested wine. "And as far as my men, if it gets to the point where I can't control them, I will send you back. I do not wish to see you...harmed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 21:53:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hajari scowled at Jacob, shaking her head slowly at what he asked of her.&nbsp; "You wish me to dishonor myself?&nbsp; To betray my father by begging him to give in to your wishes?&nbsp; I have nothing to do with your business dealings, Christian!&nbsp; I will not do your work for you!"&nbsp; With each passionate statement, she stepped forward until she was standing just in front of him, her face earnest and angry, her chest heaving with the breaths that she was taking in.&nbsp; There was fire in her blood, and he had managed to spark it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>27-03-2006, 02:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(sorry about the delay, work + grading + daughter's first birthday =&nbsp; :P)<br><br>He barely registers the heaving of her chest as he stands, his own face coloring.<br><br>"You consider that betrayal? He is willing to leave you here, to whatever fate I have in mind. For all he knows I could be raping and murdering you as we speak, and yet he sits idle. And this is the man who has your loyalty? You're worth twenty of him from what I have seen of you in the past few hours!"<br><br>He looks her in the eyes, his voice lowering. "As for your situation, I am truely sorry if this is not the proper way to go about getting his attention. I already made the mistake of trusting him to deal honestly. When he failed to, I am the one left with little more than what I have here. So you'll have to pardon me if my actions were not to your liking."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 18:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever ills my father has brought upon you, he is still my father; and may I remind you that it was not his idea to have me taken.&nbsp; You kidnapped me of your own will."&nbsp; Their eyes were locked, and Hajari could barely contain the irritation at this man's arrogant statements.&nbsp; "Do not blame another for choices you yourself have made, particularly when you have affected me so that I had no choice in whether I wanted to be here or not."<br><br>With a low growl, she turned suddenly away from him.&nbsp; "Leave me, Christian.&nbsp; I have no want to look upon your face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>28-03-2006, 22:20:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell that to my men your father arrainged to have killed," he says coldly, "under his assurances that our dealings would be mutally beneficial and safe."<br><br>He turns away, his face bloodless in his wrath. "As for your plight, there is a mention in hte book I have left you that sometimes the children must pay for the sins of their fathers. Consider that at your leisure."<br><br>He closes the door harshly, letting the heavy wooden slam shut as he puts the bolt in. He turns to one of the guards. "Make sure she doesn't escape in the night. The windows are shuttered, but she is a tricky one."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>29-03-2006, 20:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hajari glared after Jacob as he left, the futility of her situation made more pointed by the sound of the bolt sliding into place.&nbsp; Damn him and his machinations!&nbsp; She would sooner eat off her own hand than aid him in baiting her father.&nbsp; She was loyal to a fault, and some might see it as a weakness; but she would not give over her own suffering to another, no matter the situation.<br><br>Her eyes flickered to the book that lay in wait for her.&nbsp; It was the Christian's holy book, that much could easily be deduced.&nbsp; She was not about to give him pleasure by reading it.&nbsp; No, it would stay there where he'd left it, and she would not touch it without necessity.&nbsp; Nor would she defile it.&nbsp; Such an action would give the Christian more of a free hand over her treatment, and he might not care about how his men behaved then.&nbsp; Better not to give him an excuse.<br><br>Again she paced the small room, listening to the sounds of the guards' voices as they talked, not really hearing their words.&nbsp; Her anger was focused on the man who kept her here, on the failing of her sex to get herself out of this situation.&nbsp; There was little rest gotten in the room that night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rayve13</strong> on <strong>08-04-2006, 04:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jacob stalked relentlessly to his chamber, furious with himself and with the woman he held captive. He already regreted so much of this course of events, but now he was committed until the final fateful moment. He couldn't fathom a man who would leave any of his children in the hands of an unfriendly force, but apparently life was less valuable in this part of the world. He prayed for some way to complete this, to solve the problem. But no answers came that night, only further quetions; questions about the firey woman he had so close at hand.<br><br>The next day, he prepared to face her again. he was honestly not sure what he could, or would, ask of her. He felt he should take a harder line with her, threaten and cajole, looking for something to use against her father.But he was really not the sort for such bullying, and he knew it. And so he approached the chamber, not sure of his course of action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Educating a lady (Rayve13 &amp; SouthernBelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 21:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eventually, Hajari had fallen into a troubled sleep upon the small bed.&nbsp; She hadn't known that it was near dawn before she managed to climb into her bed, and so she was well and truly asleep when Jacob headed down to her cell later that morning.&nbsp; The young woman had removed some of her clothing, and her hair was spread out along the pillow.&nbsp; She seemed, for once, at peace as she slept, untroubled by the misfortune that had befallen her.&nbsp; No dreams of Jacob or of her father interrupted her slumber.
			</dd>
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