Life Is But A Dream...
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 10, 2016 6:49:45 GMT -7
She was roused from her sleep suddenly, in the early morning before the sun's rays had even broke through the silver clouds that still lingered from last night's heavy rain storm. She started, eyes wide, frightened and alarmed. When the slaves, like herself, were awoken as suddenly as she had been, it never meant anything good, but she didn't try to defend herself or protect herself. She barely even lifted her head, keeping it hung low in a submissive stance as her frail body tensed and trembled in the early morning chill. She kept her eyes shut tightly, heart fluttering in her chest from a mixture of panic and malnourishment. She inhaled slowly, deeply, and nearly let out a whimper when she caught the scent of her master standing just in front of her. Charm. He had been the one to bang a hoof against her cell door, the sound that had awake her, and he was the one with his head hanging over the door. She could feel his breath against her face now, hot against her skin, and it was with a deep seated reluctance that she opened up her eyes, her one good eye, the left one, brown in color, peering up at him nervously, the right a cloudy blue. She blinked at him, ears tipped back, and nickered. What did he want? Why had he awoken her? Had she done something wrong, said something in her sleep? She knew some of the other slaves talked in their sleep, said things they would never dare dream of whispering while awake. Had she started to do that as well? A chill raced down her spine as she watched him watching her, his black eyes glinting dangerously, and she gulped, lowering her head just a bit more.
"I have a task for you, Clover," he said then, breaking the tense silence between them, his voice low and deep, rumbling from deep within his chest. The dirty palomino squeaked, head lifting, eyes wide and ears laying back further against her skull. A task? What could that mean? And why was she being trusted enough for it? She was far from Charm's favorite, had never been one he went to unless he was bored. The prospect of a task unsettled her. It could only mean trouble, not only for herself, but for others. But.... she wouldn't dare dream of disobeying. So she blinked at him, forcing her ears up to show that she was listening as the shire continued to speak from the other side of the door, hanging his head over the side of it, still breathing hot breath into her face. "I'm releasing you." Her eyes went wide, head shooting up, but before she could question him, the black sabino silenced her with a look and continued speaking, saying, "But you will be coming back, Clover. Your task when I release you is to go to Shadow Canyon. Befriend them. Join their herd. Learn everything you can about them. And just when they start to trust you, I want you to come back to me and tell me all that you know."
Her heart deflated and she sighed, ears drooping as she heard Charm chuckle. Of course... of course he would use her to hurt others. He knew how much she hated hurting others. But she couldn't say no. Terrible things would happen if she said no. "Is that understood, sweet girl?" he cooed at her and Clover could already feel the tears beginning to prick at the corners of her eyes. She nodded, cracked lips parting to quietly respond to him. "Of course, Sir. A-anything... anything for you..." He chuckled again, but the sound did nothing to mask the sound of her cell door being pried open. The skinny mare tensed again, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest and she took a step forward but was stopped by Charm blocking her exit, a wicked look upon his face. She looked up at him, a sense of dread filling her... she knew that looked. "How about one more taste before I let you go?" he purred, already stepping forwards, shoving her and forcing the smaller mare to turn so her hind end faced him. "Just in case I miss you."
His heavy body was upon her then, her legs shaking from the effort of holding them both up, and Clover did what she always did. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined she was anywhere... anywhere but here.
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