She hated Dane so much at this moment,(.) h(H)is touch was gentle and his features seemed to be both soft and caring(.), w(W)hy couldn’t he be ugly and deformed and spewing forth spit and venom at her like the hideous thing she knew he was inside.(?) She fought back her revulsion and submitted fully to his touch like a good little slave. The sale was done and she was his possession now, his little helpless slave,(.) t(T)here was no point in putting on this façade any longer.
Dane let out a minor sigh as he dropped his hand from her shoulder and climbed of the carriage. Once he was on the ground he smiled up at her. “Come… it is time to meet your new master.” He extend(ed) his hand to help her out of the C(c)arriage(,) but Tiegan looked at his outstretched hand like it was some strange object.
Masters don’t offer Slaves helping hands and kindness(,) so seeing Dane stand like some moronic stature(statue?) with his hand held out(,) she could not stop the fear of distrust as it flared openly across her face. Hope was a fickle mistress never truly letting you go and pangs of wanting to trust Dane crept into her. He seemed different, for now. The few times she had received the illusion of compassion it was always to try and drop her defense, to find a weakness within her that could be exploited to intensify her trauma and suffering.
You can’t Break what is already Broken(,) Idiot! You can’t rape the willing either! Just do it! Or is that your stupid Problem! I am too willing for you! She wanted to scream at him
‘You want my tears and my fight? Too Late!(,) Stupid!’ her mind filled with the words but her lips fell dead silent.
Dane stepped back and gestured in a rather showmen ship(showmanship -- but this is a noun and there is no adverb, which is what you need here) manner towards the ground (.) “By all means(.)”
She fumbled her way out of the carriage(,) trying to avoid Dane in every way afraid that touching him the slightest manner would be enough (of -delete word) trigger to excite or anger him.
‘Please, just put me in a corner and I’ll be quiet, I promise(.)’ She wanted to beg but knew such pathetic pleas for mercy always feel on deaf ears. Dane let out a long sigh as he held the door open for her.
“Careful now(,)” he cautioned to her as she fumbled her way to the ground while clutching the carriage handrails as best her broken and deformed hands would allow. Every movement was a vicious fight for balance, her ankles had been shattered long ago preventing her from walking correctly. As if that was not enough to appease her long list of sadistic owners of the past(,) her toes had been broken and folded over under the pads of her feet preventing her from supporting herself on anything but her heels. A cynical smile crossed her lips at Dane’s words of concern. How hollow it sounded for him to say
‘(C)careful now’,(.) w(W)as he worried that she might break something new on the way down and deprive him his on (one?)single joy upon (are you sure you want this word?) her?
“Don’t worry your ugly little head Monster, every inch of my skin has felt the pains of abuse, inside and out,(.) t(T)here is nothing left for you(.)” s(S)he wanted to curse his mock kindness, but such fire has(had) long been extinguished and she nodded(,) focusing on the ground, trying to be careful like Dane told her to,(.) s(S)he was a good slave after all, she obeyed her masters('s) commands.
Tiegan let her mind wonder(wander) a bit,(.) that (delete word)m(M)aybe he wanted her to be careful was(delete was) because her new master did not want her whorish blood on his nice clean streets,(.) a(A)fter all(,) they were very clean streets,(.) n(N)ot even the hint of dirt or bundles of horse hair on them,(
they looked pristine like they had just been swept.
Most of the time however new owner wanted the sadistic glee in being the first to hurt her. Have these imbeciles realized not realized they were too late, over a hundred years too late.
Getting out of this Carriage was going to be a task as for as foppish and easygoing as Dane appeared wearing a moronic looking puffy aqua and lavender shirt trimmed with lines of gold tassels which made him look like someone slapped a rainbow sail over his head and tied it on with some rope he had the annoying skill of being able to surround her without seeming to move.
No matter what she did he was always just inches from wherever she moved. “
GAH ! Drag me out and rape me or let me do this on my own!” she screamed mutely at Dane wishing that her eye could talk but knowing that if it could she would have neither of them left. Dane stepped back from her with his eyes burning intently towards her feet, such concentration on so soft a looking face seemed surreal to Tiegan.
A single thought wailed though Tiegan’s mind
“He heard me! “ as cold fear rippled deep into her chest taking away her air as she began to silently grovel towards Dane
“No ! No I didn’t mean it!” praying that Dane could also hear the deepness of her remorse as She tried to step down from the carriage. She dropped her foot down trying to touch ground with her heel.
Panic clouded her judgment of things while her eye was focusing on the overbearing colors of Dane shirt her grip on the carriage handrail slipped throwing her off her balance just enough that her bent over toes rammed into the cobblestone pavers.
Pain exploded though her body. Her knees buckled as her vision blurred. She wobbled trying to fall back onto her heels while jerking her other leg down for balance. Delusional from pain she unwittingly slammed her other foot into the ungiving stones. Her vision filled with bright spots of light as the taste of rust filled the back of her mouth.
She bit hard into her lip to stop her tears and the acid that was bubbled up inside her mouth from spilling forth in fear of messing her new master’s nice clean roads. “
Let me pass out and die here you monster!” She wanted to curse at him as she dangled from the handrail of the carriage. Dane said nothing as he glided under her, shifting her arm over his neck and cupping her hips with his hands. Dazed but now supported Tiegan let her entire body go limp to Dane’s touch.
”It’s ok… I have you” he soothed to her.
“Please, I’ll be good, I promise, please” she wanted to sob to him but she knew better then to speak out towards her masters. It would only excite them on. Dane let out a minor huff as he shifted his grip and then tossed her over his shoulder. His shoulders were hard and wide for how weak his outfits made him look but gave her a broad platform to rest across as he carried her up the stairs towards the massive doors of her New Masters keep.
Tiegan closed her eyes trying to escape this world wishing that she could just leave behind a lifeless husk for these twisted
things that passed themselves off as human.
Tiegan’s world spun and her mind filled with a dense fog as she bounced along on Dane’s shoulder while the two of them passed though the ornate craved black doors. Slamming her eyes shut after looking at the heavy gothic doors for only the briefest of moments. She did not need to see this world around her or that doors had images of daemons and faces frozen in pain craved deeply into it. Tiegan knew exactly what the face of Daemons of Pain looked like; She has been calling them “
Master” since she was twenty years old.
Tiegan could not generate enough care to even open her eyes when Dane lowered her off his shoulder. He had not dropped her, quite the contra he dangled her off the ground by slipping his arm under her armpits and holding her in the air like the meat puppet she was to him.
“Let me go! You imbecile!” she wanted to curse at Dane but her flare of bitterness burned out as quickly as it came and all that happened was she dropped her head submitting this display by her Masters.
“Hold me, Pease, I’ll be good! Don’t drop me! Please!”she begged Dane with nothing but a soundless tremble of her lips once She finally opened her eyes and realized that her bent over toes where just an inch from dark hard oak floors.
To Tiegan a hard floor right under her pain ridden feet was immensely important, so much so, she began to cling to Dane’s arm. However she could just not drum up enough care about the rest of this place to even look around the room. She learned the truth of her world a long time ago and that was; No matter what location she was at, she was always in the same place; At the mercy of some cruel sadistic owner.
Mercy that would never come.
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Hope this is better.
Tell me what you all think.
Ungood.
Plus, I think you mean that to be 'Dane's shirt'.
