She looks at herself in the mirror with a deep sigh as she gets ready for bed and slips into a silk blue nightgown with a thoughtful look on her face. She lies down on her bed facing the wall with her arms wrapped around her stomach as she closes her eyes and slowly drifts off to sleep still thinking about the nights events. Her breathing slows as she closes her eyes and starts to fall asleep, slipping slowly into a deep and what she thought restful sleep.
Unfortunately tonight, to her it would be a night filled with memories that she thought she had long forgotten. A step into putting her past behind her so that she can move forward to the future a head of her.
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A young brutor with red dreads sits a table with a book in front of her, about the age of 9 or 10, her dreads reached down to the middle of her back as her bright green eyes look towards the front of the room. There stood a Ni-Kunni woman in her late thirties with midnight black long hair, pulled back into a single braid, very pale complexion wearing a gold robe outlaid with ornate designs in black threading, holding a thick book in front of her.
"Eyes front, pay attention as I read, I will ask you questions after I am done. Understood?" The woman looked with a cold stare towards the young brutor
The brutor doesn't look the woman in the eyes just keeps her gaze at the book in her hands with a meek soft voice of a child "Yes Mistress."
The woman scoffed muttering under her breath "Filthy brute, if you didnt have the voice of a angel." She stands poised and upright and speaks with a deep faith and devotion
"The Wrath of God is Immense. His Justice is Swift and Decisive. His Tolerance is Limited.
Be Careful. Pure Thought is the Instigator of Sin.
Be Watchful. Free Thought is the Begetter of Disorder.
Be Respectful. Uniform Thought is the Way of Life.
The Mercy of our Emperor is Limitless. His Rule is Benign and Righteous. His Love is Perpetual."
- The Scriptures, Book I, The Code of Demeanor
The young brutor sat with attentive ears as she glanced down at the book with the scripture written in front of her as her Mistress read it out loud. As the tall Ni-Kunni quirked an eyebrow at the young brutor, as she walked up to the child closing her book and placing it down on the table. The child still read the scripture mouthing the words to herself as the woman raised her hand in a fist quickly and belted the child across the face. Blood spewed out of her mouth as she is knocked off of her chair.
"I SAID eyes front Brute, do not make me stay my hand again. Slave look at me!" The Ni-Kunni woman ordered.
Wiping the blood off of her mouth as the young brutor sits back up in her seat and nods once to the Ni-Kunni woman and says again meekly "Yes Mistress." She looks at her chin never meeting the woman's gaze. Blood trickles down from the side of her mouth as she tries not to spit infront of her Mistress.
The woman nods "The Wrath of God is Immense. Explain and expound on this please." Her eyes lingering on the girl watching her reactions closely.
The child pursed her lips nervously as she uses her tattered clothing to wipe the dripping blood away from her lips, she coughs slightly "Umm, that should the wrath of God fall it is over powering and strong?" She says it with a reluctant tone knowing that if it is not what her Mistress wanted to hear she would feel the sting of her hand again.
Tapping a finger against her dark thin lips the woman walks near the child again, now picking up a wooden object as she hurls it into the child's ribs "Not exactly you stupid brute, but close enough for your pathetic mind to understand. Literia, Slave! Stand up!"
Lit laid on the flood out of breath as she felt her ribs break under the might of her Mistress' mallet in her ribs as she coughs a bit and blood drips on to the floor, quickly wiping the blood off the floor so it wouldn't be seen and stands up with her head down, gaze lowered with a submissive body stance. "Yes Mistress."
"His Justice is Swift and Decisive. Again slave, explain and expound." The woman walked behind Lit and started running her fingers though her dreads, as Lit shivered, not looking over her shoulder at all just keep looking ahead.
Lit nervously played with her fingers, wincing in pain as her broken ribs press against her lung as she coughs slightly as blood comes out of the corner of her mouth, as she tries to clear her throat of the blood in there, with a gaspy soft voice "It means mistress, that God's justice is quick and knowing what the justice will be right then and there."
The woman's hands slowly curled in young Literia's dreads making her bend backwards so that her face was almost at the woman's stomach as Literia tried to advert her eyes, as she breathed in gasps. The Ni-kunni raised knee to the back of the girls back right on the spine.
Literia fell to the floor as tears streamed down her face as the Woman walked over to her and used the wooden mallet as blood sprayed along the wall, as she finally let out a cry of pain as her cheek. She whimpers "Mistress, I mean no wrong, you asked me to explain."
The woman snarled at Lit with a vicious temper behind it as she kicked her in the ribs where she had broken them earlier "Slave, do not presume to tell me what I said, I know what I said. Do not talk to me in that tone of voice. GABRIELLE! Brother come in."
The girl's bright green eyes go wide "Mistress, please no, please I will do better. Mistress please." She got down on knees at the base of the woman's robe trying to catch her breath as blood spills from her face.
Just then a young Ni-Kunni man around 17 years of age walks into the room and clears his throat "Yes sister?"
The woman pushes Lit away with her foot "Take the slave to your room, she is yours for the night."
The girl sobbed on the floor as she weeps, bleeding from her wounds as the man picks her up by her dreads with a perverted glaze over his eyes. "Master Gabrielle please no, please master no." Lit begged him as he dragged her off to his room.
Gabrielle threw her onto his bed as he leaned over her and brought his dreads to his face and smelled them as the young girl shakes nervously "So, sweet smelling, so tender." He turned his head to another slave "Slave clean her up make sure she is fit, then have her undressed on my bed for when I return." The slave who was a tall red haired woman bows her head "As you wish Master."
Gabrielle walked out of the room as the slave approached lit with a basin of water and sponges "Shhh little one, it will be over soon. I wish I could be in your place." She starts to clean and dress the wounds as Literia looked up with sad eyes "Mama, I wanna go home, I dont want to be here. I don't like him he smells funny. He does things to me. Mommy I wanna leave."
Corael cried herself as she cleaned her young daughter's wounds "I know baby, I know...I wish we were free. Be a shadow and it will be over with before you know it."
She shakes her head "No, mama it wont, they will kill us before setting us free. He will.." Corael put a finger to her daughter's lips "Shush little one talk like that will get you killed before it is your time." She began to set Lit's ribs as her daughter cried out in pain, her face badly swollen and bruised.
Lit whispers in Ni-kunni "But I want to die."
Gabrielle opened the door seeing that most of the first aid has been done in the hour he has been gone and points to Corael "Leave NOW slave." Corael stands up and bows as she wipes the tears out of her eyes and leaves the room closing it behind her.
He walked up to the bed slowing undoing his robes with a sick sadistic grin on his face as he lustfully gazed over the child that lays in his bed. "One day you will be mine all mine alone." He slips into the bed beside her.
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She thrashes around in the bed speaking only Ni-Kunni of the words she spoke in the memory, as she cries out in pain and holds her sides as the painful memory haunts her subconscious. A restful nights sleep she will not have, tonight as she thrashes around letting out whimpers and soft mumbles of her pain and torment.
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