Hi guys, I'm sorry this took so long, but I've been sick and kinda down, and I kinda lost my muse for a bit. Per request, I tried to make this one longer. Also, I'm sorry we're still a little low on the sexy bits, but I don't want to force it, I want it to come naturally. Please enjoy!
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Snippets of conversation slid through my haze. At first it was just general tone of voice. One man sounded very angry. He kept repeating words like 'damage' and 'money' and 'business'. It was all very confusing. The other voice was also male, but it was apologetic, and almost a little afraid. The only word that truly filtered in from him was 'sorry'.
My eyes blinked open slowly. The exchange was different from any other that had occurred around me over the past week, which caught my interest. The orc was there, wringing his hands, which probably meant he was the one apologizing. Good. I attempted to summon up a modicum of satisfaction that he was worried, but I didn't seem to have enough energy. Whatever.
I could only see the back of the other man, as he was facing away from me. Black hair. Dark leather armor. An intriguing air of danger.
My eyes slipped closed again. It really wasn't very interesting, which meant that I was going to go back to sleep. Sadly, that plan was brought to a halt, as I was quite rudely removed from my cage. To be honest, the culprit was incredibly gentle, but that didn't change the fact that I was trying to sleep, damn it. "Little human, are you alright?"
Little human. That sounded familiar. As did the voice, if I cared to think about it. There was a shift, and I could feel myself cradled against a man's chest. I presumed it was the dark haired man, but didn't bother to check.
"I asked you to humble her a little. Show her a little taste of what things could have been like for her." His voice rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against my body in a comforting way. A little sigh slipped out, and I snuggled closer to him instinctively, though he didn't appear to notice. "Instead, you allowed her to be damaged, and succeeded in actually breaking her."
There were more apologies, and I chuckled inwardly. Serves the damn ogre right. Who was broken?
And then we were moving. The man had long legs, so we covered ground quickly, but his stride was even and fluid, and he seemed to be taking special care not to jostle me too much. We walked for what seemed like forever, the sounds of the marketplace slowly fading away. When I opened my eyes next, we were entering a cozy looking house. The man called out a greeting while I glanced around. The house was... odd to say the least. A lot of decorations and two chairs, but that was it as far as furniture. Most of the space was taken up with flowers and herbs, growing out of pots that sat on the floor, in windowsills, hung from the ceiling.
A woman appeared out of thin air in front of us. There was a warm smile on her transparent face, and as I looked her over, I realized that every part of her was transparent. She shimmered where the light hit her, acting as a prism and sending rainbows across the floor. Other than that, she almost looked normal. Her skin was pale, her eyes were green and laughing, her hair was a light brown and floated around her head like it was caught in a breeze.
"Drell, always a pleasure to see you," the woman said, arms held out in a welcoming gesture. Her voice was warm and soothing, putting me instantly at ease in her presence. I could even feel a smile tugging at my lips.
"And a pleasure to see you too, Sienna," the man holding me responded. There was obvious affection in his voice. "Unfortunately, this isn't a social visit. I have a patient for you."
The woman's eyes moved to me, widening when she saw what I assumed was the ugly bruise around my eye. "Oh dear! What happened?"
"Slave pens for a week. That damn orc let her get damaged. He was supposed to just scare her a little and instead this happened." The man's grip on my tightened slightly, squeezing some of the air out of my lungs. His arms loosened immediately, and he glanced down at me in concern. I stared up at him blankly, part of my mind connecting the dots and realizing that this was indeed the man who had captured me. A tiny spark of fire curled in my chest, making me shift uncomfortably, but it wasn't enough to push me out of my silence.
"You know how I feel about this slavery business, Drell. I still can't believe you dabble in that sort of thing." I could feel the man shrug nonchalantly. "Set her in that chair over there," Sienna said with a sigh. We were moving again, and I was being placed in one of the two chairs. Despite the gentleness I was being shown, and how insanely comfortable the chair was, I still winced at the pain in my ass. "Bruises all over you legs and behind, a black eye, a split lip, sun burned, dehydrated, and malnourished. I believe those bruises run deep too. You've had a rough week. Can you tell me your name?" Her voice was soft and soothing, inspiring the desire to tell her anything she wanted, but instead I stared at her, even as her hand reached towards my face. When she touched me, there was a soft tingling sensation, not at all unpleasant.
"She hasn't spoken a word since I picked her up," Drell informed her. "The orc said she hasn't uttered a word in days. When I first captured her, she was very..." He paused, seeming to be searching for an appropriate word. "Vocal. I'm afraid he may have broken her spirit."
Sienna's eyes peered into mind, her hand storking through my face, which was incredibly unsettling. Everywhere she touched felt warm, and the longer her hand stroked, the less my face hurt. "No," she finally said, glancing away from me. "There's still a fire in her. Her spirit isn't broken, only subdued, as if there is a blanket over it, smothering the flames. She only needs the proper stimuli to make the fire blaze again. There. Her face is healed." Green eyes, dancing with mischief, were turned back on me. "I can see why Drell is enchanted with you. You are remarkably beautiful."
Drell protested that he was only protecting merchandise, that he was not enchanted with a human, that the idea was preposterous. Sienna winked at me, grinning. "Alright, now to heal everything else." At this, she put both hands on my face, hovering just at the surface of my skin, and her eyes slipped shut.
"Drell, you may need to hold her," she said. I didn't have much time to wonder why before I felt a warmth flowing from her hands and into my body. A weight settled on my shoulders, but I was too lost in the pleasant sensation to care. It tingled down my spine and limbs, settling into every part of me, mildly arousing my body. I rubbed my thighs together, breath coming a little quicker.
The warmth intensified, especially around the areas that were bruised, soothing some of the pain. It continued to intensify, and I shifted uncomfortably. It grew hotter and hotter, sweat starting to gather on my skin. I tried to pull away from the woman, but the hands on my shoulders held me down firmly.
A whimper slipped out. I felt like I was combusting, like a fire was devouring my flesh. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, a scream was torn from my throat.
And then it was over. The heat fled from my body all at once, leaving me weak but comfortable. My eyes blinked open cautiously and I lifted a hand to my face, expecting to feel burned flesh, but everything was smooth and soft, and all of the pain was gone.
My eyes found Sienna, shocked and confused, but she only winked at me again.
"I get the feeling the two of you should have a conversation," she said to the man behind me. "I have errands to run. Feel free to stay as long as you need. Drell, she's going to be very hungry when the healing finishes setting in. And you may want to find her a dress."
"Thank you very much, Sienna," Drell replied, coming around the chair and into my line of sight. She smiled at him, brushing her hand across his face, and then she was gone just as suddenly as she had appeared.
Drell turned and knelt in front of me. We stared at each other for a long moment, neither talking, before he sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt like that. I only wanted to give you a small taste of what things could be like for you, so that you would be more appreciative of your situation. I've found a buyer who's interested in you. He's a good friend of mine, and I think the two of you will be well suited to each other."
When I didn't respond, he growled. "I didn't have to go through that trouble for you. I could have just sold you to the orc and been done with it, so a little gratitude would be appreciated."
"Thank you." The words slipped out quietly, but I could see they startled him.
