Under the cover of darkness [Part II/?]
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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: R
Words: 1571
Warnings: violence
Summary: AU diverting from canon, takes place a couple months after 'Tears', mentions of Kahlan/Richard, Cara needs to get accustomed to her new and different life in Aydindril, but life itself has a surprise ready for her - one she wouldn't have dared to dream about...
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: This part is only coming so fast, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synergyfox said: "You! Fix this! Write more!" and other things about Slavegirl!Denna
Part I
"We will start with sixty gold-pieces."
The trader announced and shoved his merchandise closer to the rim of the podium, so the people could get a better look at her. The blonde stood stock still. Silent tears, mingling with the blood and dirt on her cheeks ran down, leaving clean trails on her dirt and blood streaked face. Her eyes were fixed on the mob, but it seemed to Cara that she noticed none of them, her expression blank and weary.
Cara's thoughts were racing in her mind. How was it possible that Denna was still breathing? What was she doing here? And why in the Keeper's name was this trader still alive?
"Sixty!"
Torn from her trail of thought, Cara jerked her head in the direction of the shout. As her eyes fixed on the fat ugly man, who had placed the first bid for her former sister, she couldn't help the shudder of disgust. The lewdly grin on his face left no doubt of his intentions as he undressed the blonde on platform already with his eyes.
"Sixty-five."
Another bidder joined the auction. Once again Cara eyes found a big man, standing across the square, a scantily-attired woman already on each side. His intentions were not only clear as glass to Cara. It should come as no surprise to anyone that he was a brothel owner about to acquire a new whore for his house of pleasures. He had no idea what a catch he would make, if he succeeded, Cara thought.
The trader nodded in his direction, as sign that he had acknowledged his bid. Then his glance shifted back to the ugly man, awaiting an increasing bid. It came, but not from the ugly one.
"Eighty!"
An excited murmur ran through the crowd. The new bidder, who had placed the third bid for Denna, stood a little bit separate from the crowd, his hand griped the shaft of his sword so tightly the skin of his knuckles turned white. His eyes burned with an unrestrained hatred and profound aversion towards the blonde. He tried to relax as he felt the gaze of more and more people linger on him, but failed miserably at the task.
The trader eyed him curiously for a moment, then let his gaze wander between the blonde and the man clothed like a guard of some sort. As the trader came to no conclusion his gaze went back to the ugly man, but he shook his head. Apparently his new pleasure toy needed to be a cheap one.
Cara watched the hole procedure with growing curiosity. Especially Denna's reaction to the events was puzzling. Because there simply was none. The blonde stood still like a boulder, not moving at all. The only indications, that she was still alive was the constant raise and fall of her chest and the wide open eyes, well the last could also be an indication otherwise, but not as long she was standing upright.
The brothel owner had meanwhile raised his bet. The bid was standing at ninety gold-pieces and it seemed that this competition would be fought out between these two. Either it would be the brothel owner or the man with the cruel insanity in his eyes. Cara couldn't quite decide which one would match Denna best.
"One hundred." The soldier spat, clearly annoyed that he had to invest so much coin to get his retribution for whatever Denna might had done to him to earn it.
The brothel owner eyes roamed the blonde's form and face on the podium for a long while but in the end countered the bid with nothing. The trader let his eyes wander between the two men then decided to quicken the process.
"One hundred to the FIRST." He raised his voice making clear that everybody knew that the auction was coming to an end. The trader met eyes with the brothel owner again but the other man remained quiet.
"One hundred to the SECOND." The trader went on, almost screaming by now.
The guard's face lit up, a triumphant smile playing at his lips.
"One hundred, to the..." The trader started but had no opportunity to finish.
"Two-hundred. Gold. Pieces."
The bid left Cara's mouth before she could even wrap a rational thought about the idea of placing an offer herself.
The trader's head snapped in her direction, pursuing the crowd for the new bidder. As he met her gaze, he nodded his head in acceptance, not quite believing his luck.
"To the THIRD, sold for two-hundred gold-pieces to the lady in black!"
Cara rolled her eyes at herself. What in the Underworld had driven her to do that?
~~~
"And don't forget she is sold as seen! If she dies tomorrow or gets sick or is not to your liking, don't believe you can bring her back to me! Understood?"
Cara eyed the trader with a bored expression as she reached for her pouch. The cape shifted somewhat and the trader got a glimpse at her red leathers and her Agiels underneath. He took a few swift steps rearwards, his eyes dilating alarmingly.
"Ahh.. you know", he stammered, while bringing even more space between them, "you can have her for free! Take her as a gift, right?" He grabbed the blonde standing next to him and nearly shoved her in Cara's direction making her stumble to keep on her feet. "And really, if there is indeed something wrong with her, of course you can bring her back any time!"
Cara starred him down and raised a brow. Her purse still heavy in her gloved hand.
"There is indeed something very wrong with her." She glanced sideways to Denna, who was studying the brown loamy soil beneath her feet with great interest. "But I will take her anyways."
Cara grabbed Denna by her bound wrists, turned and set about to leave, dragging the blonde behind her. After a few steps she paused again and turned her head.
A little bag flew through the air and hit the trader sharply on his chest, then landed with a jingling sound on the ground next to his feet.
"And I always pay my dues!"
With that she carried on with her walk and left the trader stare at their backs in bewilderment.
~~~
Cara and Denna walked through the town in silence, past the booths and stands and sellers, who made special offers by now to encourage the last customers to buy their products, before the market would close for the day. Cara's stomach rumbled slightly, as they passed a stand with fresh baked bread. And as she had not eaten a thing since early this morning, Cara bought some provisions and stuffed it into the bag beneath her cape.
From time to time she casted a glance to the blonde walking next to her, but Denna was staring straight ahead, still saying nothing. They walked back to the stables, were Cara had put her horse into care earlier, then left the town through the wooden gates on foot. They walked up a green hill for quite a while, until the town was a great deal behind them.
"Thank you." Denna whispered so silently Cara was unsure she had heard her right.
She turned her head and met eyes with the blonde, rather dirty looking woman who wore nothing but old rags.
"There is no reason to thank me." Cara held Denna's gaze. Her voice turned icy while speaking. "You can't even fathom what a fate awaits you."
In a sudden movement Cara's hand gripped Denna's hair, forcing her to bend backwards. A whining Agiel in hand, she raised it - so Denna could see it clearly even in her unnatural standing position and leaned closer.
"Death becomes you far too good, Denna," she hissed through clenched teeth then shoved her Agiel harshly into her former sisters stomach.
To her surprise, Denna screamed, as if she had never felt the pain of an Agiel before. She squirmed under the touch, gasped and groaned as she tried to escape Cara's iron grip.
As Denna's face flushed to an unhealthy color, Cara withdrew her Agiel and let her slip to the ground. Denna fell to her knees, not having the strength to hold herself upright.
Cara placed her gloved hand under the blonde's chin and lifted her head, so blue-eyes would meet blazing green ones. But Denna was first to speak, even when she was still panting heavily.
"Why have you done this?" She took a deep breath. "You have hurt me with this thing!"
Cara eyed her curiously, her brow arched up and her lips formed an evil smirk. She leaned down and Denna flinched.
"Don't tell anyone but that was exactly my intention."
Cara watched with a satisfied grin as Denna's eyes widened and she could not quite hide her shock.
But then, a thought struck her and Cara's grin fell.
Had Denna just called her Agiel a thing? Mistress Denna of all people would never do so.
Cara remembered vividly as Denna had beaten one of her sisters to death for doing just that.
She narrowed her eyes and observed the woman before her with growing concern.
This woman on her knees — trembling in fear — was not Denna.
Rating: R
Words: 1571
Warnings: violence
Summary: AU diverting from canon, takes place a couple months after 'Tears', mentions of Kahlan/Richard, Cara needs to get accustomed to her new and different life in Aydindril, but life itself has a surprise ready for her - one she wouldn't have dared to dream about...
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: This part is only coming so fast, because
synergyfox said: "You! Fix this! Write more!" Part I
"We will start with sixty gold-pieces."
The trader announced and shoved his merchandise closer to the rim of the podium, so the people could get a better look at her. The blonde stood stock still. Silent tears, mingling with the blood and dirt on her cheeks ran down, leaving clean trails on her dirt and blood streaked face. Her eyes were fixed on the mob, but it seemed to Cara that she noticed none of them, her expression blank and weary.
Cara's thoughts were racing in her mind. How was it possible that Denna was still breathing? What was she doing here? And why in the Keeper's name was this trader still alive?
"Sixty!"
Torn from her trail of thought, Cara jerked her head in the direction of the shout. As her eyes fixed on the fat ugly man, who had placed the first bid for her former sister, she couldn't help the shudder of disgust. The lewdly grin on his face left no doubt of his intentions as he undressed the blonde on platform already with his eyes.
"Sixty-five."
Another bidder joined the auction. Once again Cara eyes found a big man, standing across the square, a scantily-attired woman already on each side. His intentions were not only clear as glass to Cara. It should come as no surprise to anyone that he was a brothel owner about to acquire a new whore for his house of pleasures. He had no idea what a catch he would make, if he succeeded, Cara thought.
The trader nodded in his direction, as sign that he had acknowledged his bid. Then his glance shifted back to the ugly man, awaiting an increasing bid. It came, but not from the ugly one.
"Eighty!"
An excited murmur ran through the crowd. The new bidder, who had placed the third bid for Denna, stood a little bit separate from the crowd, his hand griped the shaft of his sword so tightly the skin of his knuckles turned white. His eyes burned with an unrestrained hatred and profound aversion towards the blonde. He tried to relax as he felt the gaze of more and more people linger on him, but failed miserably at the task.
The trader eyed him curiously for a moment, then let his gaze wander between the blonde and the man clothed like a guard of some sort. As the trader came to no conclusion his gaze went back to the ugly man, but he shook his head. Apparently his new pleasure toy needed to be a cheap one.
Cara watched the hole procedure with growing curiosity. Especially Denna's reaction to the events was puzzling. Because there simply was none. The blonde stood still like a boulder, not moving at all. The only indications, that she was still alive was the constant raise and fall of her chest and the wide open eyes, well the last could also be an indication otherwise, but not as long she was standing upright.
The brothel owner had meanwhile raised his bet. The bid was standing at ninety gold-pieces and it seemed that this competition would be fought out between these two. Either it would be the brothel owner or the man with the cruel insanity in his eyes. Cara couldn't quite decide which one would match Denna best.
"One hundred." The soldier spat, clearly annoyed that he had to invest so much coin to get his retribution for whatever Denna might had done to him to earn it.
The brothel owner eyes roamed the blonde's form and face on the podium for a long while but in the end countered the bid with nothing. The trader let his eyes wander between the two men then decided to quicken the process.
"One hundred to the FIRST." He raised his voice making clear that everybody knew that the auction was coming to an end. The trader met eyes with the brothel owner again but the other man remained quiet.
"One hundred to the SECOND." The trader went on, almost screaming by now.
The guard's face lit up, a triumphant smile playing at his lips.
"One hundred, to the..." The trader started but had no opportunity to finish.
"Two-hundred. Gold. Pieces."
The bid left Cara's mouth before she could even wrap a rational thought about the idea of placing an offer herself.
The trader's head snapped in her direction, pursuing the crowd for the new bidder. As he met her gaze, he nodded his head in acceptance, not quite believing his luck.
"To the THIRD, sold for two-hundred gold-pieces to the lady in black!"
Cara rolled her eyes at herself. What in the Underworld had driven her to do that?
~~~
"And don't forget she is sold as seen! If she dies tomorrow or gets sick or is not to your liking, don't believe you can bring her back to me! Understood?"
Cara eyed the trader with a bored expression as she reached for her pouch. The cape shifted somewhat and the trader got a glimpse at her red leathers and her Agiels underneath. He took a few swift steps rearwards, his eyes dilating alarmingly.
"Ahh.. you know", he stammered, while bringing even more space between them, "you can have her for free! Take her as a gift, right?" He grabbed the blonde standing next to him and nearly shoved her in Cara's direction making her stumble to keep on her feet. "And really, if there is indeed something wrong with her, of course you can bring her back any time!"
Cara starred him down and raised a brow. Her purse still heavy in her gloved hand.
"There is indeed something very wrong with her." She glanced sideways to Denna, who was studying the brown loamy soil beneath her feet with great interest. "But I will take her anyways."
Cara grabbed Denna by her bound wrists, turned and set about to leave, dragging the blonde behind her. After a few steps she paused again and turned her head.
A little bag flew through the air and hit the trader sharply on his chest, then landed with a jingling sound on the ground next to his feet.
"And I always pay my dues!"
With that she carried on with her walk and left the trader stare at their backs in bewilderment.
~~~
Cara and Denna walked through the town in silence, past the booths and stands and sellers, who made special offers by now to encourage the last customers to buy their products, before the market would close for the day. Cara's stomach rumbled slightly, as they passed a stand with fresh baked bread. And as she had not eaten a thing since early this morning, Cara bought some provisions and stuffed it into the bag beneath her cape.
From time to time she casted a glance to the blonde walking next to her, but Denna was staring straight ahead, still saying nothing. They walked back to the stables, were Cara had put her horse into care earlier, then left the town through the wooden gates on foot. They walked up a green hill for quite a while, until the town was a great deal behind them.
"Thank you." Denna whispered so silently Cara was unsure she had heard her right.
She turned her head and met eyes with the blonde, rather dirty looking woman who wore nothing but old rags.
"There is no reason to thank me." Cara held Denna's gaze. Her voice turned icy while speaking. "You can't even fathom what a fate awaits you."
In a sudden movement Cara's hand gripped Denna's hair, forcing her to bend backwards. A whining Agiel in hand, she raised it - so Denna could see it clearly even in her unnatural standing position and leaned closer.
"Death becomes you far too good, Denna," she hissed through clenched teeth then shoved her Agiel harshly into her former sisters stomach.
To her surprise, Denna screamed, as if she had never felt the pain of an Agiel before. She squirmed under the touch, gasped and groaned as she tried to escape Cara's iron grip.
As Denna's face flushed to an unhealthy color, Cara withdrew her Agiel and let her slip to the ground. Denna fell to her knees, not having the strength to hold herself upright.
Cara placed her gloved hand under the blonde's chin and lifted her head, so blue-eyes would meet blazing green ones. But Denna was first to speak, even when she was still panting heavily.
"Why have you done this?" She took a deep breath. "You have hurt me with this thing!"
Cara eyed her curiously, her brow arched up and her lips formed an evil smirk. She leaned down and Denna flinched.
"Don't tell anyone but that was exactly my intention."
Cara watched with a satisfied grin as Denna's eyes widened and she could not quite hide her shock.
But then, a thought struck her and Cara's grin fell.
Had Denna just called her Agiel a thing? Mistress Denna of all people would never do so.
Cara remembered vividly as Denna had beaten one of her sisters to death for doing just that.
She narrowed her eyes and observed the woman before her with growing concern.
This woman on her knees — trembling in fear — was not Denna.
