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New Order.
Nathan had been skittish all day, the boy was nervous, and with good reason. Tonight was the night he had planned to free his Master and he felt like a tightly coiled spring. In an hour or so they would leave this place of dark horrors for good, and go back to the valley where things would be as they had before. Not perfect, but better than this. Nathan's haunted green eyes remained averted, avoiding the glances of others lest they read the traitorous thoughts that lie within. He went about the tasks he had been set like an automaton, daring anyone to find a reason to break him from his work.
Fat Robbie had not picked up on the change in his slave's demeanor. All he could see as he looked at the angular boy was his beauty. Indeed Nathan was becoming more beautiful to him by the day. The constant diet of nutritious food had done the reed thin boy good. It was plain for all to see the changes wrought on him in such a short space of time. Robbie greatly coveted what he saw, his desires no secret to any who inhabited the greasy, stifling, space of the kitchens. The rotund man lusted after him daily, blind to Nathan's manipulation. The avaricious cook too thick-witted to realize he was being played the fool by this mere eighteen year old youth, who was incapable of uttering a word.
Robbie looked on him now with shameless lust, a satisfied grin on his ruddy face, as the boy placed more sawn wood in to the oven in readiness for this evening's meal preparation. His tousled, white blondish hair was well below shoulder length, partially obscuring his fine elfin features. He would have been considered by many a very handsome boy. The fat cook shuddered with delight at the thought of having him in his bed yet again, tonight and every night for as long as Nathan stayed this desirable to him. It would be a while before he would replace this one Robbie mused.
His newest boy was very pleasing to the eye, and did all he was bid both sexually and work wise. What an agreeable acquisition he was, the overbearing man reflected, fixing his eyes on Nathan's slender back. Since Nathan's arrival Robbie had procured for the boy some better clothing. His slight figure looked good in the black T shirt, and the tight low cut denim jeans that fit him exceedingly well, his toes peeking out under the hems. Tiger spiraled in ever tighter circles around Nathan's feet, purring her pleasure loudly. The boy occasionally acknowledging the cat when his hands were free with a loving scratch under her throat. Tiger ecstatic at the attention.
Nathan had carefully made all in readiness for the escape this night. His plan he had run over and over in his mind to the point of maddening repetition, so it would be flawless in its execution. His master wold love him for it and cherish him always. The contemplation was a warm one in Nathan's now usually very cold heart. He would be viewed at last worthy of his master's ownership. More than just a mere object who would at last be seen by his master's cold blue gaze, he would finally have a value, and a place.
He trembled, causing him to fumble clumsily with the pots and pans and come dangerously close to dropping them, his mind clearly not on the task. But no one there seemed to notice his edginess, all were possessed with the evening meal preparations which were by now nearing completion.
Scruffy Jimmy was scowling downwards, engaged in peeling the numerous mounds of potatoes, and the nameless miserable girl was beside him clad in her rags, assisting him voiceless. Just the noises of the kitchen, and the loud wheezing of Robbie could be heard, the background music to the life he had lead here, soon to be a thing of history.
Tonight another round of roast meat the usual staple here, and a plethora of roasted vegetables accompanied by delicious heavy gravy. Nathan tensing ever more as the time drew closer to enact his plan. He eyed the long sharp kitchen knife he would steal when the time came, meandering over to grasp it feigning nonchalance. Its sturdy wooden haft felt cold and heavy in his hand but somewhat reassuring, as he set to slicing the crackling pork on the huge wooden platter.
He certainly was not expecting the touch on his shoulder, or the grotesque perspiring bulk of Robbie pressing against his back. The man's soft, pudgy hand extracted the blade from his grasp before he had time to reason what was occurring. "I have other uses for you this evening." Issued Robbie's statement laced with thinly veiled lust. "The others can finish up here."
Nathan stiffened with fear, his mind in disarray, his plans foiled in an instant. He paused, resisting the force of the obese man's pushing for a moment. Luckily his meaning was interpreted by Robbie as his desire to finish his chores. "You are such a hard working boy, they will finish up here tonight." The cook gestured toward his private quarters waving Nathan forward, patting him affectionately on the head, and scowling at the others. They did not look up from the pile of potato peelings which now vastly outnumbered the size of the un peeled ones. "You will come with me." Robbie chided, the emphasis heavily on the word will.
Nathan was in a quandary, hesitating for a moment, glancing sideways at the knife, however he was not a seasoned killer. The boy had never taken a life, and did not have the conviction or the hardness to go on with the task, though he thought it. This was not how he had planned his exodus. His chance this night was lost and he would have to try again tomorrow. It was a poor consolation to how he felt at this moment, as the beefy man pushed him forward toward the dark maw of the bedroom, heaviness of resignation seeping in and cloaking him like a blanket.
*****
It was good to finally be back home, the familiarity of the red, dusty, valley comforting in its unchanging self, a security of a kind from the chaos which reigned on the outside. Aran paused a moment to catch his breath, and to survey the camp far below from the rocky head of the valley, before committing himself to the steep downward path swathed in prickly box thorn bushes. The formidable plants were burgeoning with terrible spikes, and created a tight almost impenetrable wall along its sides that would tear and scratch at one's skin all the way down should they be careless.
The past two days had seen his former strength return to him swiftly, and the young warrior's renewed zest for life had begun to dull the pain of his brother and close comrades lost. He was returning to make Frances his, gone were all impediments to his desire. He would assume his place here as leader, knowing he would be the rightful choice and none remaining would dare challenge him.
The young man had dwelt on his many plans extensively during the final two day's march home. It had helped pass the time and gave him extra resolve when his strength to keep up with the others flagged. Unlike his elder brother Sven, tempered by age and wisdom, Aran's youth made him somewhat impetuous, and he had not even considered the idea that Frances may have other opinions on the subject of their union. Aran had already decided how it would be and he was not willing to accept otherwise.
