TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE.
My mouth met the hot and suffocating fabric of the pillow when an unfamiliar hand wrapped around the back of my head. Tears ran from my eyes as I was pushed further into the stretch of blankets and pillows that laid before the fireplace. The hot fire crackled and warmed my skin, usually a feeling of comfort was now a feeling of despair. A knot began to develop in my throat, the pain of his body pushing against mine. There was nothing gentle about what was happening. My unknown assailant smacked my thigh so hard with his free hand. It left a painful stinging sensation. He laughed as he grabbed tight of my hair - firming his grip I almost thought my neck would snap as he jerked my head backwards. He leaned in close to my hear, I could feel the heat of his breath. He whispered in my ear,
"Forever mine."
I searched quickly in my mind for reason, for answers, for anything that would make sense of what was going on. I let out a small gasp as my face was allowed to leave the pillow for a moment. It wasn't a gasp for air, it was a gasp for a little sanity. It was cut short, his strong and rough hands pushed my head back down, pulling the back of my hair. Slamming against me, over and over, harder and harder without any concern to the pain it was causing me. He took no care, no thought into what was happening. He groaned, and then briefly collapsed on the top of my naked back. His hands ran up my sides and he took a cold hard hit to my ass. I flinched in response. I laid there, in confusion and shock. Not moving, leaving myself the way he left me as he got up off of me. I was afraid to move, afraid he would come back. I could hear him rustling around, a belt buckle, and then silence. I moved my head slightly to see him, there he was standing over me, grinning. His jet black hair with wolf like sideburns, his grey eyes which appeared full of anger, lust, and hate. He was tall and very muscular which explained why I had been so easily taken over. He turned and walked towards the exit of the room, closing the door behind him - locking it.
I rolled over to my side, hair and sweat stuck to my naked body. I pulled the soft velvet sheet over myself. A necklace that I was wearing fell to the side and got my attention. I picked up the charms and began to examine them. There was a small circle with a red ruby in the middle, about an 3/4 and inch in diameter. A star shaped blue gem, a 1/2 inch in size, and a small silver key attached to it with small rhinestone diamonds in-crested on it. The most peculiar thing about the necklace was that the circle piece felt warm, the star piece felt cold, and I could swear that that the key seemed to give off a slight glow, similar to the moon. I sat up, the fire in the fireplace had gone out, just warm embers rested in the ashes. Faintly glowing.
Thoughts began to race through my mind,Who am I? Where am I? What is this place? Who was that .... awful man?
I made my way to the bed that was in the room, it was actually a very nice bed. An assortment of pillows engulfed the top of the bed, green satin sheets laid under the vibrantly colored blanket. Four wooden posts led up to a canopy where a sheer fabric hung and encompassed the bed. My hands ran across the sheets, sliding my body into them. My eyes closed for a moment of relief, whatever had just happened was obviously over, but now what? Something came over me, a strong sense of sadness and pain. I rolled over onto my back, pulling the soft sheet up across my face, and began to cry.
I whispered to myself, "I don't even know my own name."
The emotion and the stress of everything sank deep into my thoughts. I was alone, empty, confused, and lost. I closed my eyes as more warm and salty tears streamed out. I silently cried myself to sleep. What could the morning possibly bring me? Obviously, nothing of hope ...
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I was currently wondering through the streets of what was known at Uthlyn, this was my residence. My master, Liam had filled me in this morning of the little known details of my life. Apparently, I was suffering from amnesia. I was found just outside of Uthlyn, my head had been bloodied and was thought to be dead. However, I had recovered and was sold to Liam as his personal slave.
My eyes darted around the city as I quickly walked through the streets, Liam had ordered me to go get a few things for his dinner party he was hosting for a few business prospects next week. I was not told what the business was, but something in my gut tells me that is is illegal. Just as I was thumbing through some trinkets in a market stand, I heard a couple whisper - a caravan of performers had set up just on the outskirts of town.
I began to follow the few individuals who had decided to make their way out to see the caravan and what exactly it entailed. As I approached it I saw a man who was swallowing swords and then the next moment was breathing fire. In truth, that is not what caught my eye. A young woman brushed my arm on accident, as she passed I heard her say, "It is rumored that a fortune teller is here, perhaps that is her." She pointed over to a shaded tree.
My mind began to wonder if this person could give me any insight into who I am and where I am from. Someone had just gotten up from the chair that was before a woman. I approached slowly, taking a seat I looked her over. It wasn't her spectacular and bold clothes that caught my attention, it was really that fact that her eyes were ... cloudy. Was she blind?
Clearing my throat I began talk to her, "My name is ... Brooke ... are you really a teller of fortune?"