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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 03
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Blue slitted eyes stare blankly ahead at the soft bedding to her side, Ati’yya’s vision completely blurred by the tears that haven’t stopped flowing since she’d been violated all those hours before. Her petite body is held close to Andr’ial’s own as he sleeps behind her, her wrists still bound at her back, the pain of what he’d done still wracking her and the stifling mask still covering her mouth to lock away her voice. The ship’s rocking does little to comfort her and she hasn’t stopped shaking since it had all begun. She wants it all to be some terrible dream, something she’ll wake up from to find herself back home, still resting on those limestone rocks with her two suitors by her side. But as every second passes, the harsh reality of her surroundings are showing her otherwise and she’s hating every moment of it as much as she’s hating this male she’d been forced to mate with -one she’d never have chosen on her own. The silver haired figure shifts behind her, sliding onto his back and for the first time since he’d slipped off into his contented sleep he releases her as he does so. Her breath hitches when she realizes his grip around her body has loosened and she wastes no time to seize the opening and roll herself away. She flinches when the chain at her neck clatters in the movement, stilling completely when Andr’ial’s brows furrow and waiting until his breathing slows into uninterrupted sleep before she moves again. With her slitted gaze locked on his face, she carefully slides her lithe frame free of the bed only to have shaky legs nearly buckle beneath her when her feet hit the polished wood floor below. Sky blue locks fall free of the loose braid the horned man had pinned it into as she works to recover, straightening once she’s able and moving as quietly as she can towards the closed cabin door. She turns around and rises up on her toes to wrap webbed fingers over the knob, her attempt to open it failing due to the magic ward that keeps it locked. Whimpering slightly in frustration, blue eyes shift around in search of something, anything she can use to cut her bindings away so that she'll be able to try another means of escape. It takes only moments for her to locate the same knife that had been used earlier to cut and rebind her hands and she moves as fast as she can towards the table that it rests on. Turning back and bending at the knees in order to grasp onto it, she fumbles a little blindly in her attempts to pull it free of the table’s surface. The various adornments and jewelry surrounding it clink and chime before she gets it into her hands, a quick glance over towards Andr’ial to make sure he hasn’t moved before she twists the weapon around and slices through the ropes. She tears the remaining ties away the moment she’s made it through, throwing them towards the floor before rounding on the one lying immobile on the bed. Knowing the door to be locked tight and all of her means to escape currently closed off, she returns to instead to climb swiftly up over the silver haired man. Staring down at her captor for only a moment with a hate she's never in her life felt before, Ati’yya raises the weapon only to have white pupiless eyes snap open just as she’s about to plunge the dagger down. Andr’ial slaps the knife from her hand to send it skidding across polished hardwood before sending Ati’yya flying on the same path a moment after, her body thumping hard as she lands on her side. “Stupid fish…” He rises from his bed, storming over to her and quickly wrenching the Siren up by her hair. Ati’yya’s shrieks of pain are lost behind the magic of the mask and she flails in his grasp in an attempt to get free but the horned man simply brings her face even with his own, pulling her nearly off her feet in his rage. “And where do you think you will go in that thing? I am the only who can remove it. You would starve and die. You cannot escape me you stupid child.” He does not care that she cannot understand him, he knows she will read his anger loud and clear. Andr’ial growls in frustration while shaking her harshly, annoyed that a simple concept seems lost on her. He throws her back towards the bed and she quickly tries to move as far away from her captor as she can. “I have been kind to you thus far but I can be very cruel when it suits me. I did not attain my position by playing nice.” Clawed fingers move towards the ties of his robe and he smiles as her eyes widen in realization. Ati’yya shakes her head slightly, as if it will ward away the impending actions to befall her once more. “See?" he smirks as she's turning in a desperate try to crawl away. "You are a smart one after all.” Reaching out, the silver haired figure latches onto her ankle and yanks her back towards him. She twists herself around while kicking, her small claws doing nothing to deter him. Releasing her foot, Andr’ial grabs a hold of her wrists and spins her back onto her stomach, wrenching her arms up behind to pull her free of the bedding before bending her forward. He leans down to touch his mouth in close and whisper into a webbed ear. “You do not wish to see the extent of my cruelty, child.” A silent sob leaves her right before he pushes in deep, hardened flesh forced once again inside her and this time without the mercy of oil. The movements he makes are harsh and cruel, the agony of each thrust ripping cry after cry from her covered mouth. Slim wrists are gripped so tightly that bruises spring to the surface instantly while hard flesh slams into her over and over again. Andr’ial’s moans are deep and guttural, the unprepared heat of his Siren soon slicking with crimson and serving only to heighten the pleasure he’s feeling in taking what he’s claimed as his. Ati’yya tries pleading, begging for her captor to stop as tears flow so freely that it soaks the sheets near her head. But nothing she says is getting through and all of her words are lost to the magically infused mask as he continues to drive into her, the pain so excruciating that she’d do anything to make it end. It doesn’t take long for Andr’ial to find his release, a loud moan slipping free of his throat as he drives a final time into her shaking frame. He knows she is in pain, he knows she is bleeding but he does not care. It wouldn’t have happened if she did not try to defy him... Though he will need to start being careful, she is so new that if he continues on this path, he will permanently damage her internally as her body is barely able to take him in. This will change over time, he knows, but only if he stops being overzealous. It, however is their first night and first impressions are always very important. He smiles to himself as he pulls away from her trembling frame, he certainly thinks he’s made some sort of impression. “Little fish …” Andr’ial leans down again to whisper into the back of her neck, allowing her wrists go in other to wrap his arms around her waist. “It will stop when you do…” Her entire body shakes with silent sobs as warm breath washes across skin while he traces the line of her neck, webbed fingers balling as she slides her hands towards her head and blue tear stained eyes closing. He holds her close to him for long moments afterwards before he finally decides to pull away, the Siren curling tighter into herself with her hands still covering her pretty face. A few moments later, the silver haired man returns to the sobbing figure on his bed and she flinches when she feels wet cloth touch at her leg, unwilling to reopen her eyes or move her webbed hands even as she’s gripped and rolled onto her back. Andr’ial smiles to himself once again, finding that he likes this -caring for her, washing the evidence of her use away and returning her to the pristine condition she was in prior. Taking something dirty and making it clean again. “Even in your defiance, you make me happy.” Or perhaps it's because of her defiance that he's happy. Would he like her as much if she willingly gave into him? He thinks maybe not. The horned man slides himself down to move between her legs, shifting his head enough to press his lips against her inner thigh as he continues to clean her. She doesn't struggle or move as he does this, simply laying as she is with her hands balled over her face while the emotion, fear and pain keep wracking her lithe body by way of uncontrollable sobs. He pays this no mind as he traces up to her hips, tilting his head to the side and laying his face against her soft abdomen to take in the feel of her flawless skin. Pulling away soon after and straightening, he discards the cloth and reaches down to lift Ati’yya up and cradle her in his arms. Her captor’s touch makes her skin crawl, she loathes every second that his hands are on her. She wants to break free of him, tear herself away even as she’s being held but she doesn’t have the energy for it anymore. She’s in pain, Andr’ial’s abuse of her makes her hurt so deeply inside that she feels as if she's going to fall apart yet despite her best efforts, she finds herself leaning into the gentleness he’s now offering as she curls against him just slightly, hating that she's doing that as well. He smiles above her, pleased with the Siren’s involuntary reaction before he slides his fingers up in order to begin tracing along the lines of a webbed ear with the very tips of his claws. Ati’yya’s sobs are slow to ease and soon white eyes are greeted with slitted sky blue orbs, the tears unabashed as they streak down her cheeks before a pleading look begins to fill her gaze. She just wants freedom, to never have to feel this man hurting her again, she wants the water surrounding her and the warmth of the suns soaking into her flawless skin and she tries despite the magic that now locks her voice away, to convey that to the one holding her in any way that she can. “Shhh... little fish…" he whispers soothingly, "It will not all be pain. You are a beauty to be worshiped.” Andr’ial's smile begins to fade as she pulls her eyes free of his and slides them out towards the ocean, a frown forming at the longing look that fills her gaze. Clawed fingers move to the bottom of the mask, wrapping around the scrolled metal to bring her face back. “No…” he shakes his head. “Your home is with me now, not that filthy ocean. I will see to your every need. There is nothing there for you anymore...” She tears her head away from the grip and his frown only deepens, his voice taking on a slight edge. “You will learn and you will accept it. You have no choice.” She tries again to rip her head away and he responds by tightening his grip until she whimpers silently beneath the mask from the pain. White eyes close a moment later and he has to force himself to calm. He needs to control himself, he cannot take her again tonight or she will be hurt so he will need to find another way to get his point across. “We have many days before we reach the shore.” His eyes open again to meet blue. “In between we will come to an understanding.” His words are all a jumbled mess in her ears, each syllable strange and nothing she can understand. The edge in the single horned man’s voice comes through loud and clear however, causing the petite Siren to pull her gaze away from those white eyes that attempt to hold her from the fear alone. She fights against the instinct to rip her body free of his cradled grip, knowing that those actions might cause him to hurt her all over again in a way she will not be able to recover from. All she needs is the get back out into the open, one moment out of this enclosed space and she can find freedom again. If she can just stay still until then, force herself to withstand a touch that makes her sick, then perhaps he’ll take her back out where he’d taken her before and then she can get away. But as clawed fingers force her head back so that their eyes meet all over again, she’s finding that a harder task than she’d thought possible. Even harder when he slips claw tipped hands up into her messy blue hair to comb through the tangled locks. Before she’s had time to think on it, Ati’yya’s own fingers are rising up to push at his in an attempt to get him to stop, the sheer loathing she feels clear in sky colored eyes. Andr’ial grabs hold of her wrists tightly, causing her to wince in pain before he wrenches them back behind her once more. As much as he knows he needs to keep his anger in check or he will have no Siren by the time they get back, this night is beginning to wear very thin. He feels he will not be able to stay in control should she continue to simply not understand what he wants and he's not sure at the moment, how he'll remedy that. He supposes it isn’t entirely her fault in the end as she could simply be an idiot. No one had ever said Sirens were very intelligent... One would assume though that even in primitive races the threat of pain would be universal, but thus far, he's not even sure if that's true. Perhaps he needs to start with her training on a more basic level. While the horned man would prefer not to take her down to dog level, if she keeps showing herself to be so obstinate, he might not have any other choice. Quickly transferring his grip on her wrists to one hand, the other returns to blue strands and he slides a lock up to his face to inhale her scent once again. He is tired, the day has been long and there are many more ahead of them which he's beginning to understand will be even longer. A sighs leaves his lips as he drops her hair before a small stream of words is spoken shortly after. The chain securing her mask releases and falls off her face but before she can even think to scream, his mouth is pressed against hers and he's whispering another spell that causes her to fall instantly asleep. |
