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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 02 : 11
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It takes several moments before In’irda is able to pull herself from the blue haired Siren’s arms, the fear and pain evident in her voice. Because this is what he does and I am his in the end. Because your master defied him in his own house. He waited until you had left, until the others had left and made my master call me out. He took me and… She breaks out into fresh sobs she can’t hold back. The eyes of his own, they just stared, dead. I called to her for help but she would not move, then he did the same to her as well and made me watch. He has done this to her for so long she does not even scream anymore. He threatened to take me from my master, to keep me for himself. Bloodshot golden eyes look up in desperation. I cannot survive that. I am so scared. My master is afraid to take me back home but he knows he will need to. Ati’yya’s heart threatens to break at all that is said, webbed fingers sliding up to her mouth and blue slitted eyes closing briefly. The memories of that purple haired Siren come flooding back into her mind’s eye, the dead, empty look that had scared her so greatly and the fear for the meaning behind those eyes that had been caused. Reopening her eyes she meets desperate and scared yellow before she pulls her fingers away from her lips and reaches out to wrap long arms around In’irda once again. Pulling her close and hugging her tight, her whispered words are muffled against yellow locks. I am so sorry… because of me this happened to you, because that male tried to take me and my own protected… hugging the other Siren a little tighter, she shakes her head. Why did your ‘master’ not protect you? How could he allow you to be hurt in this way? Pulling back, Ati’yya meets the yellow haired figure’s watery gaze with her once more. There must be… some way, something we can do to prevent that creature from taking you again…? In’irda shakes her head as she holds on to Ati’yya tightly, feeling some comfort in being able to confide in another of her kind. It is not your fault and I would never wish this upon you. He is my master’s father, he is the one who purchased me and gave me to my master but he still owns all that my master owns. This mark… Her fingers move to the brand at the back of her neck. Is his mark as well. I am property of the household and he who owns the household. I cannot be removed from him unless he chooses to sell me or he dies. The marks will heal, they always do. I do not know how his own has endured for so many years. You are very lucky your master keeps you from harm… from him. The golden haired Siren attempts to pull herself together. I am sorry. I wanted to ask you how you were after last night, I know it is hard to see all that we are made to be. I know you were upset before you left. They all admired your beauty, many tried to purchase you from your master. I know you cannot understand their words yet, but this is what they said. He turned them all down, he did not like you exposed to their society, he did not want you touched in any way. Ati’yya shakes her head while webbed fingers slip to comb through long strands of yellow hair. Do not apologize… the night was taxing for us both. Though, as her blue slitted eyes travel to the faint, slow to fade marks riddling the other Siren’s skin, she understands how much harder it was for In’irda now, something of which hurts her deeply inside. To have dealt with the cruelty of her captor’s people for as long as she has… she does not know how the one before her has done it and she’s unsure the she, herself would have been able to endure. Pulling her gaze back up to meet yellow, the pain in her eyes renews as the night’s events stream through her mind. I did not think it possible to encounter anyone capable of the cruelty and disregard I witnessed last night. You had warned me but… slipping her fingers free of gold she slides them up to sky blue locks and pushes then back away from her face with a sigh. I was not prepared. I have not been that frightened since the day he took me from my home… all of those eyes, those stares, your former ‘master’s’ hand on my skin… it was almost more than I could bare. What frightened me the most though… were not those creature’s eyes, but the eyes of our own. That female with death painted in her gaze, that male who looked upon me in the same manner as those who ‘own’ us do, the complacency in all of the others… I could hardly stand to see it. Sliding her hands down and lowering them into her lap, the slightest hinting of fondness begins to taint her quiet tone as her eyes fall to her own fingers as well. I… am grateful that he did not allow any other of his kind to take me as that one male tried. I am grateful that he refused the offers you say he was given. He… held me throughout the night… comforted me while I could do nothing more than cry for all that I had seen and I am so grateful for that as well. Ati’yya shakes her head just a little and glances back up. I do not ever wish to be surrounded by those creatures again, I cannot stand the thought of it and I do not understand how they can be happy living as they do… In’irda smoothes disheveled golden strands from her face. I do not believe he will. My master would not make me be part of them if he was not required by his father to host. I am happy for you that your master keeps you safe and comforts you. He did not want to bring you but it was required. We all must be branded and registered so they will know who should be held accountable should we ever escape and harm another. He was even reluctant to allow the official to observe you so closely, he is very protective of you. She sighs. The male of our kind… he is well treated but his master indulges him in their games. She will often borrow Sirens and allow him to mate despite what the females want because she likes to watch. He enjoys this very much and he wanted you. His master asked to borrow you for the night and yours was very angry at the prospect. I wish for you to understand their language so that you may understand all your master does for you. A look of disgust crosses Ati’yya’s pretty features at the mention of that male with the orange eyes and the games his ‘owner’ and he partake in. To think that another of their kind would become that… to enjoy what those creatures do to them and indulge himself, forcing his wants on them in the same way that Andr’ial’s people do. It is disgusting to her and if her own suitors had ever once shown themselves to be so shallow and perverse, she would have cast them out immediately. Is this what becomes of us in time? She wonders sadly. Complacent, dead or like them…? blue slitted eyes rise again and meet yellow, the softest of frowns forming on her lips. I will never allow myself to become what I had seen last night. I will never allow myself to forget who I am no matter how long I live amongst these creatures. The frown on her lips fades and she sighs quietly. Though I do wish to learn his language… I wish to understand what he says to me when he speaks and I wish him to understand me in return. I would like to know what is being said around me so that I may understand all that you have said is done in my presence. I… have also tried to teach him my name but for reasons I am unsure of, he seems incapable of pronouncing it. Ati’yya snorts softly as she remembers the horrible butchering of her words and she shakes her head in an attempt to clear the sounds from her mind, sending sky colored hair shifting around her shoulders. I did however finally learn his name, and that which he has been calling me of his own… it is not my real name, but it is better than hearing him attempt our language again. she chuckles lightly despite herself. In’irda smiles a little. They are too primitive to be able to speak our language or understand it. They simply cannot form the words, but neither can we of theirs. I have heard many talking over the years, they seem to think our language to be very base and simplistic, they do not stop to listen, they do not care to listen. I have never seen any of these creatures try to learn our words, though it is nearly a requirement we learn theirs to follow commands. The name he has given you is very pretty, what I am called is also not my real name but it has been what I responded to for so long it seems just as much so. She sighs. We do not forget ourselves, I have never forgotten myself, it is just this is how things are now. Some do prefer what their masters have made them. I do enjoy my life here. As long as I am with my master, I am happy. She looks down at her slowly fading bruises and cuts. It is only when his father is there that I am not because I am no longer treated as something with thoughts and feelings, only as an animal to harm for his pleasure. My master has never been cruel to me. That male Siren, he would like to think himself one of them. He enjoys when he is allowed to use us for his pleasure. Ati’yya frowns as her thoughts shift towards the orange eyed male that had looked at her with the same lust as all the others in that room. That male… disgusts me. How he could live amongst these creatures and become so similar... I simply do not understand it. My suitors never once behaved so horribly, never once forced their wills on me or the other females of our group. I do not think that before I was brought into my captor’s world I could have dreamed such behavior was even possible and now… shaking her head, webbed fingers slide up to push at sky blue locks as a sigh passes from in-between full lips. To be warped in such a fashion, to behave as I have seen them behave… is disgusting. Pulling long fingers free of her hair, blue slitted eyes meet yellow once again. It is unjust that we are treated as we are… enslaved and used, bought and sold as if we have no minds of our own by a race that considers us to be base and simple when in reality it is they who appear to be the simple ones… yet what saddens me the most is knowing that others of our own kind could find pleasure in their cruelty as they do. To know that there was the intention of that male Siren and his ‘master’ last night makes my stomach turn… In’irda nods slightly. I have been ‘lent’ but never to them. My master is very careful who is allowed to be alone with me. He cannot deny his father, but I have never been lent to her and her male. Your master it seems will never lend you out, so this is not something you will need to worry over. I was taken very young, I can barely remember how our own males acted when not influenced by these creatures. I am used to having another’s will take precedent over my own and it normally does not bother me as my master is not terribly demanding. She shakes her head. I have seen those two with others, normally with masters who also enjoy watching as she does and she mainly stays with the ones whose Sirens do not mind. The male would like to force, I can see it in his eyes, but it is a rare mood for her to watch one of us be forced. He wanted you, willing or not, it was very clear in his expression. I think his master would have enjoyed witnessing him do so. I am sorry our reality here is harsh, but you will never have to see most of it. I have said it before, but you are very lucky. I… am hopeful you are correct and that he will not subject me to that again. Ati’yya says quietly as her gaze falls to her lap once again. I asked him last night… I could not stop myself from asking and even though I knew he could not understand, the words still came. I do not know if I can bear to see all that was seen so soon. Life for you… for others of our kind… for these creatures… it is so vastly different to all that I have known. I can scarcely believe this is real at times and there are moments that I think I will wake to find myself back on the shores of my home and my suitors gathered around me as they had been for so long. She sighs before blue slitted eyes rise back up to sweep slowly over the large white marbled room. It is… so different here, so complicated and unnecessary… just as he is so different… But… she continues as she slides her gaze back to meet the other Siren’s own. I am finding that he does not appear to be as he seemed when he first took me and for that I am grateful …
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