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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 11
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In’irda shakes her head a little as she reties the silk ribbon of her corset. I did not have the benefit of someone who had been through it all ahead of me. I had no one to tell me how to act, how to avoid being hurt, how it was impossible to go back home. If I had, then I would have stopped fighting far sooner, though I would have probably still received these scars. Those who took me were not kind, no matter what I did. I also do not think my first master would have been any better had I stopped. When I was given to my current master, I did not fight for long, I was too weak and beaten down. He saw this and took some pity on me. It still took me some time to realize what was expected of me. But I learned eventually and have not been harmed since. My first master did not allow his own Siren near me as he enjoyed beating me into submission. The pain and fear on my face is what he enjoyed. This is why I say you are lucky, I do not think your master will not do this to you. I know he has claimed you by force, but this is what we are used for, so he knows no other way. You can teach him. There was sadness in his face that I never see in others, he wants to understand. Ati’yya can’t help smirking against her legs, saddened and amused all at once over the other Siren’s last statement. Teaching… teaching a male from a race she has never known to exist who speaks a language she does not understand how to treat her gently is… an interesting concept. Especially when he has already crossed her own race’s lines of protocol and taken her body time and time again, and will continue to do so she is growing sure, completely negating something she’s always believed to be so natural. It is a backwards way of thinking… and something she will have to get used to it seems. With a sigh, she lifts her face up and meets the golden yellow slitted gaze before her. I thought them all the same in truth… those men, when they cornered us on our island, they were rough and dirty… and I watched while one of my suitors tried to protect not just myself, but all the others only to be slain for his efforts. Slipping a hand free of her legs, she slides webbed fingers up against her face, the sadness and pain in her tone and features clear. I did not remember much after that, only that I broke away from my other so that I could reach him just to be captured once again. I could not even hold him and I did not get to say goodbye when this male took me- her voice drops to a whisper. –I can still hear his cry of pain and I can still hear my living suitor’s voice, calling me from the shore… Ati’yya shakes her head and pulls her hand away, leaning her head against the carved wooden board. Then there was only violence as this male did as he pleased and while his hands are not as rough as the ones that pried me from my living suitor’s grip and he is not dirty, it is still… difficult to believe that he wants to understand with what he has done to me in such a short amount of time. I am sure in the beginning he only saw you as property to obtain. If you were only property to him now, he would not have me speak with you, he would not feel sadness, and he would simply do as he pleased. In’irda turns back to face Ati’yya, smoothing out the wrinkles in her silk garments as she speaks. He has never had one of us before and according to my master, he has been trying to obtain for a long time. Years. You have seen his home, you have seen the figures on the walls. I believe he felt he could do as all others, train you by force, but I believe he is quickly learning he cannot and does not want it this way. I am sorry one of your suitors died and I am sorry you were taken, but there is nothing to be done about that now. There is no way to change what has happened, only what will happen to you in the future. It is possible to live a very good life here, I am very happy with my role and grateful that I was not left with one who would harm me for pleasure. He will continue to claim you, but you can control how it is done and I suggest you do this. You can control how you are treated. Understand you cannot deny him fully, but you can direct his actions. I can teach you how to act, what to do, how to please him, but you have to allow me to first and not just agree to remove me from your presence because if you do not fully understand, we will be right back in this situation with you chained and me telling you this all again. Her eyes narrow slightly. And my own master gazing upon you instead of me. Ati’yya sighs and pulls her head away from the backboard, sliding her slitted gaze over to meet slightly narrowed yellow. I do not want the attentions of your male any more than you appear to want me to have them. I was happy with two suitors of my own kind but I would not be happy with two ‘masters’ like yours. If I am to be companioned, then I want only one… She smirks while shaking her head. I would have had to choose one of my suitors eventually… I never dreamed that my decision would be forced in this way and while I still cannot bring myself to simply forget my life before… I will… try to accept. I would have you teach me, what it is I am expected to do and how I am to please him so that I might have some control as I cannot stand feeling so… webbed fingers slip up to wrap around the chain tether once more, her eyes falling to it as she tugs on it just a little. …helpless. In’irda nods as the annoyance slips from her face. She does actually feel some sympathy for the other Siren, but knows the sooner she accepts things, the easier it will be on her. The first is very obvious, stop trying to escape. I understand your desire to go back home, but you cannot. It is too far and there are too many in between. I am not exaggerating when I say it is impossible. If you stop, then he will stop forcefully binding you. He has to; you are dangerous to these creatures. It is not only for your safety, but for others as well. Any you harm, he is responsible for. There are others of us that have been executed for such things. It has not happened yet, but you will be marked with his name. It will hurt, but not for long. These creatures require it so that it is known who owns you. Mine is here… In’irda removes her decorative collar, lifting up golden locks and turning away from Ati’yya, showing her the small brand on the back of her neck. If my household were to change, I would be marked with another. You may have noticed your voice has no affect on your master. He is marked with permanent magic that prevents this. Only those with affluence and power can afford this level of magic. The common creature will not have it, which is why they must be protected from you. The mask is required if you are to leave this residence, most collars are just for show unless one is in danger of running away. We are safest amongst our masters, other creatures would do horrible things to us. I have seen it. Only your master can remove the mask, this leaves you defenseless out in the open. If he were to die, however, the magic that holds the mask would unravel. I do not suggest this, for the stated reasons of your safety. If you are caught, you will be executed or transferred to a harsher master, it is not a chance for freedom, only for pain and misery. I will say again, you are safest amongst your master in this world. Earn his trust, it is very important. Your master… he is very curious about us. Most do not care and only seek slaves for their pleasure. We are status symbols but there are no laws governing how we are to be treated so it is up to the individual. If a master wanted to kill one he owned, he could without recourse. But we are expensive and rare. We show the person who owns us to be wealthy and powerful. Your master was very curious about myself… until he obtained you. I have never been left with him but there have been times I desired it. We can be loaned, bartered, sold. Any master can at any time decide to give us to dirty creatures to claim simply for their amusement. In’irda shudders. It has happened, I have seen it. I do not believe your master would do this. He has wanted one of us for so long that I cannot foresee him loaning you, selling you, or allowing others to touch you. It is very obvious by his behavior. I have been loaned on occasion for favors, and I have never liked it. Your master’s fascination can be easily manipulated. He will watch every move you make and he will be easily pleased when you come to him. You need not offer yourself, though I am sure it will be a required thing, but simple touches, interest to please even if you do not understand his commands, this is what he seeks. You could probably spend an afternoon simply being curious of his form and he would be very happy I am sure. A smile, taking comfort in his embrace, all of these things will please him. Although I am sure it is not of interest to you at this time, physical coupling with these creatures can be very pleasurable. You can show him the things you desire, how he should touch you. Show him in your actions what you prefer. Be curious of him as well. The more initiative you show, the more he will allow you to take your time and be comfortable rather than simply forcing you. He will court you, but he does not know how. He knows how we are used by others, hence his forceful claiming, but he does not know what to actually do with one of us as he has never been allowed one. Ati’yya listens to all that is being said and with the other Siren’s words there’s a trace amount of horror she feels for most of the information. How… could these creatures do this to her race? To find that before her there are so many others that have been taken, used, killed, bought or sold and treated as if they were pets is almost more than she can bear. Why would they do this to them? Why hurt them in these ways? She… can’t understand it because it’s so foreign, so completely foreign that she’s at a loss emotionally as to how she should feel on a whole towards everything that’s been said to her. These creatures… are so terrible… Blue slitted eyes pull away from yellow, a webbed hand sliding up to her heart to ball against it, unable to stop the pained look of emotion from shifting through her pretty features as she works to comprehend all that she’s been told. It is complicated and this talk of wealth and power and status In’irda has spoken of is just as foreign as the rest that she’s unsure she’ll ever truly understand it when all is said and done. I… understand. She says quietly without looking up, despite knowing that she truly doesn’t understand any of it at all. What I am expected to do… and how I should behave. I find these creatures and their methods… terrible, but I will try. Though… I am unsure as to why… why they have done this to us and why my captor chose me… her voice falls to a whisper. If he has wanted one of us for so long, if he is not one to hurt in the manner in which you have said then why did he not just take one who, like yourself, has been with them as you have? It… would have been easier. One who has already been immersed, one who wishes for this as you do so why did he come to my island and take me? I do not understand... There was no other way for him to obtain one of us. In’irda shakes her head. It is politics, a concept you will understand over time. His status was not high enough, although it will be elevated greatly now that he has you. The normal way of obtaining us involves these creatures gathering many of us at once, bringing us back and selling us to the highest bidder. But the ownerships are fixed before we are ever caught. It is for show. The ones they gather are usually the weak, the young, the sick and the unfortunate. Ones that would normally be culled naturally. I was amongst one of those. I was young, not even an adult, not fast enough to swim away and no group wanted to protect me. They do not normally take the strong and healthy because they are too hard to subdue in large groups. We are brought back, roughly cleaned, oiled and then we wait for the spectacle. In the mean time we are abused by our captors as they wish. Your master, he has spent years and most of his resources to obtain you. My assumption is that he did not know what exactly he wanted until he saw you. You are beautiful, strong, healthy and he is already smitten beyond simple ownership. They do this because this is what they do. They are not very complicated creatures. Traditions and behaviors passed down, it is simply how they do things. I have come to accept most of what they do does not make sense but only to them as to why, but they are predictable. The golden haired Siren smirks. Like most males, your master does not know what he wants, only that he wants you. This is their culture, their society. It is not like ours, but this is why I say you are lucky, because of who took you. If you were to be taken at all, be thankful it was someone like him. You will see, in time. Ati’yya sighs and nods her head. ,i>I can only trust your word on that matter as you have been with these creatures far longer than I… un-balling her fist, she slides her hand up to her face to push strands of sky blue away from her eyes before leaning her head up against the patterned headboard once again. I guess I am to treat my captor as I would my suitors which… will be difficult considering what he has done. My suitors only ever fought each other; they did not ever treat me so roughly or try to hurt me in any way as this one has. But this male is not of our kind so it seems I cannot expect the same from him… it is sad though as it would seem to me such a natural thing when it comes to females and I find myself wondering if these males treat their own as they have treated us… Blue slitted eyes slide over to meet golden yellow and she frowns just slightly as a horrible thought comes to her. Please tell me… Does… my captor wish me to bear a child? Have you borne any for them? Is it… is it even possible? -because if it is, she… doesn’t think she’ll be able to stand it… to have one of these creature’s children would taint her in ways that surpass anything already to have been done and she cannot fathom what it would mean for her or their kind. In’irda shakes her head. No, it is not possible. None of our kind has ever conceived a child with them. Some of them will try to place us with a male of our kind in an attempt to create a child. Normally this is so they can sell it to make money as it would fetch a high price, but that has yet to happen as you can imagine, it is hard to force something like that. Neither my nor your master would ever expect that of us. I highly doubt yours would ever let another touch you, let alone attempt to mate with you. He seems very possessive. But you are correct, you should treat him as if he were your suitor, as he technically is now. From what I have seen, it depends on the males as to how they treat their own females. Some treat them as your suitors did, others claim what they feel is theirs. Each one is different. I have never seen your master with a female , so I do not know how he would treat one of his own kind. I believe he will stop treating you roughly, if you behave as I have said, it would give him no reason to do so. It is my understanding he did not bind you until you tried to escape. Give him no reason to bind you or harm you and he will not. I am sure he understands mistakes will be made, as you are new to this, but the obvious rules have been set. The blue haired Siren nods just a little, sighing a quiet sigh of relief to learn that she will never have to bear a child that is not of her own kind. It is bad enough that she’s been forcibly mated, but she’s sure it would kill her to breed. I do not know if I will be able to do this… she says quietly. But I will try as it does not appear I have any choice in the matter anyway. I do not wish to be chained, I want my freedom still… but I do not want to die at the hands of any of these creatures any more than I would have wished to be eaten in the oceans so I will do my best to do what is expected of me. I think a death here, so far from all that I love would be worse than any predator’s belly so I will do what I have to in order to survive as I did before my suitors came to protect me. If it is this male I must be with, then so be it. Ati’yya smirks with a slight shaking of her head. I just do not think I will ever come to love this life as you have done. There is no ocean, there are no suns shining down from above and these chains are as constricting as the garments you wear. It is stifling and I do not understand how I will be able to get used to it. Blue slitted eyes glance over to meet In’irda’s gaze, a slight sort of sadness in her own gaze. I hope that you are correct and that I will understand one day, because the sadness I feel for what has happened hurts me so deeply right now that I am unsure how I will truly endure. I… felt the same. In’irda’s golden gaze slips away from the blue before her. If I had known then what I have told you, it would have been far easier. I only wanted to go home, not be touched by these creatures, all the same things you have said. I did not come here willingly. This was many years ago. As time went on I realized where I could find my own pleasure in things, accepted my new life, now I truly am happy. I cannot go back to the oceans, even if the option was open to me. I know you may not understand it now, but you will in time. It does not make me any less than yourself, just… different. This contained world is my own now, I care for my master and he for me. Though it will never be love, I have seen some fall for their masters and vice versa. This life is what you make of it. If you wish it to be hard and painful, it will be, if you wish it to be beneficial to you, you have that option with your master. Many do not have a choice. Although you may not like having a master or being owned, be thankful you received the one you did. When you meet others, you will see what I mean. Now that he has you and will be accepted into a higher status, he will want to show your beauty to others… In’irda is interrupted as the wards to the room dispel and she immediately stands, bowing her head to the two men that enter. Remember all I have said, it will serve you well. I am sure we will see each other again. I do not hate you, I am sorry I was cross with you. The golden haired Siren gives Ati’yya a small smile before taking her leave, walking across the room to stand by her master’s side as Hir’itel touches the side of her cheek affectionately before gently placing In’irda’s mask over her face and locking the spell in place.
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