Tʜᴇsᴇ Cʜᴀɪɴs {ˢᵉᵐᶤᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈᴿᴾ} discussion

Adara had been moved early in the morning to the viewing cells for an exclusive, one day only solid price sale. It seemed like swarms of people had come to gawk and stare at her, as if she was a rare, exotic snake. She tried to stand tall against the onslaught of eyes, but she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and felt exhausted, even though anxiety and fear kept her awake. The surest deterrent to her purchase, she realized, was the price. At least two dozen wolves in the first hour had examined her up and down with wicked eyes, glanced at the price pinned by the bars, and walked away, awkwardly. It seemed that maybe her master's family wanted to milk every penny they could get for her. It was understandable, since they'd have to divide the price among themselves later. Still... anyone who did buy might think of her as presumptuous as the price. As inflated and egoistic. Or they might expect wonderous things from her, even though all she had ever done was work in the house and look pretty.

Eliot was moved into the cage next to Adara, fighting off the guards before he was shoved in. The door closed in, he looked over and saw Adara sensing that he wasn't alone and tilted his head, it was the same woman he'd seen through the bars before, he'd seen her talking to a man. He shook himself off when he stood and paced the length of his cage to find it was nearly the same size as the one he had been in before. He saw people walking by and gathered he was in the viewing area he saw a few of them start to walk over to his cage and he bared his teeth and growled at them, Showing, basically that he'd be a good fighter. Though he growled most of the time so for him it wasn't exactly a new thing. And partly because Adara was a former alpha.

Qamar was walking through town when he noticed the high activity surrounding the viewing cells. It caused the known Sentinel to stop and lay his impassive gaze in slight curiosity.
He'd been twitchy as of recently since his pet had died unexpectantly. To be precise, it had committed suicide not even three days of Qamar's harassment. It enraged the highly volatile man, unable to accept he'd wasted money on the brat who didn't even get properly broken before it died.
So, at the sight of all this buzz, he decided to take a look at what was drawing so much attention. The large, dark red haired man shifted his direction and headed towards the entrance of the viewing cells. He entered quite easily, his reputation paving the way for him. ( He has severely injured people for being in his way before so the parting crowd's fear was appropriate.) Once inside he took a quick evaluation of the area, determining what cell was drawing the attention and headed over. It was quiet when he approached the cell, hands tucked into his jean pockets and noticeably without a shirt. Qamar peered into the cell while leaning against the bars of the door. A younger girl was in there, a red head that could be considered pretty. Qamar raised a brow and glanced at the price she was listed for and let out a low, dark chuckle. "All this commotion and no one willing to pay big money for a small, useless thing like you," he mused, mainly to himself since he didn't expect a response from a slave. He then narrowed his red-tinged eyes on the girl and tilted his head to the side a bit, assessing her. "But why so much, I wonder." There could be many reasons. The previous owners trying to make big money or it could be due to her previous ranking. That answer wouldn't be answered until he asked but he didn't know if he cared enough to actually bother himself with the task.

"My master died," she said, not disclosing anything important. "His family has to divide my price. They don't care much about practicality." She answered casually, not because she was stupid, but because she refused to cower or cringe at the scum of this world, no matter if she was at their meager mercy. She didn't deny being useless. She'd never had a true purpose. And she was small. The sudden silence was not lost on her. This strange man was feared. For a reason? Maybe. He did smell of a pack, so he couldn't be a loner or a rogue.

However, she wasn't allowed to be anonymous. "That's the Eclipse Alpha, the girl who wasn't stolen," a young boy piped up, not knowing enough to be in a stunned silence.

((I can't see my lines. I'm on my phone until tonight.))

Qamar looked down at the slave with an unreadable expression. He had not expected her to speak but since she had he felt something stir within him. Her last master must not have done anything with this girl. She looked well kept and healthy as well which only confirmed that notion. He had to wonder who this family was. No one was going to pay that amount ever. No matter how special or pretty she was. That kind of money wasn't something that could be tossed aside for an easily killed pet like her. If anything, she won't be bought and tossed off to become a worker or fighter slave. A pampered thing like her in those conditions would be short but excellent entertainment.
Qamar slowly turned his head to lay his gaze down at the young boy who had spoken. He acknowledged the boy's words, though how trustworthy they were was questionable. Either way, he was enraged the boy had the audacity to actually speak to him without being told to. He pushed off the bars to go over to the kid, crouching down to his level where he whispered quietly, "speak to me again, and I will rip out your tongue so you'll never speak again. Capiche?" he snarled in a deadly growl before returning to his original position. He wanted to test something out. Now that she seemed to have a good mentality but also a rank that had something twisting deliciously in his gut. The desire to do something to an alpha that was not his own.
"Child, have you ever been taken by a man before?" he asked, a twisted smirk forming on his lips. He was expecting a certain response from this statement that may be a deciding factor on whether he should take her as a slave or not.

Adara gritted her teeth and clenched her fists as he threatened an innocent child. "He was helping you," she said, "You didn't have to do that." She felt stupid, but her pride wouldn't let cower. She couldn't just let him terrify a kid without telling him off. It was wrong. Then, his face changed. It became nearly demonic, and she actually took a step back while she blinked, as if to make sure he was truly a person. Her face flushed red and she looked down, inwardly horrified and terrified. "Yes-" she lied quickly, trying to save herself, "When I was twelve."

Qamar sneered at Adara, "I never asked for his assistance. He was not told to speak so I made sure the kid knew his place," he growled and darkly chuckled, "which is beneath me." He did not care what she thought, nor if what he did was morally right. The kid had spoken out of turn. That was something that would have had him beaten unconscious when he was a child.
Qamar found a sick glee of her reaction to his change in expression which only caused it to grow. Until she lied right to his face. In an instant, his expression was whipped clean, impassive and unreadable. There was a long stretch of silence, chillingly quiet. That is until Qamar slammed his hands against the bar. It quaked with a booming sound that echoed in the recent silence. "You're lying to me slave!" he roared, gripping the bars and narrowed his eyes, growing quieter as a smirk formed. "Did your master even do anything to you? Or were you just a pretty doll on display."

Adara smiled a little, then the smile grew. "I now realize the bars are self-insulting. "I was told that they were to keep the Eclipse in chains, but now I see they're here to keep the monsters out." The monsters would eventually get in and claim her, she knew, but she didn't have to answer to him. She didn't even flinch when the bars shuddered and banged, ringing in everyone's ears. She was used to beatings. A healthy helping of them every day. "I won't speak of my master," she said, "The dead may at least deserve some anonymity."

Qamar snorted, "these bars won't always protect you from the monsters princess. But they'll always keep you trapped whether they're there or not," he informed her coldly. He was highly disappointed that she didn't flinch at the sudden loud noise. She hadn't been abused enough, been through so much that every instinct is to protect yourself. She will experience trauma soon enough. Qamar pushed off the bars, looking down at her with a cold and dark expression. "Yet you, as a slave, still dares to speak. What does that make you? What even are you? They say an alpha, but I see no alpha before me," he said, his tone void of any emotion. He stared her down for a few moments before he looked away to instead glance around for someone that works here. He wanted to know the family who owes her and how many offers she has.

She felt her stomach twist unpleasantly. She'd been stupid to talk back so much. She'd made him mad enough to be interested. Still... he couldn't know. Every time she felt extreme pain, every time something horrific was done to her, she promised herself that she had already gone through it, so she couldn't fear it any longer. The distorted perspective of her tortures kept her soul intact, but her mind weary and frayed. Now, she felt as if she were about to be thrust from a tall cliff. She knew that, compared to the executioner, who was cruel enough, most masters were demons. She felt as if she were about to sink from purgatory into the realm of true devils. Frazzled slightly, she brushed down the simple, white cotton sundress, glancing after him and hoping there would be no bargain made.

The slave keeper showed Qamar a clipboard, outlining some significant offers, increasing from piddling ones that the family had already refused. At least they were considering offers after all.

Qamar took the clipboard to examine it, noticing the offers they had rejected. It was all under the initial price they'd set., even by a cent they rejected. Qamar was not interested enough to pay the hefty cost. He hummed and glanced to see if the name of the family was on the sheets and fortunately they were. He noted the name before he handed the clipboard back to slave keeper. "Tell the family I will only discuss pricing and payment in person. And that I strongly advise meeting with me. Inform them of that, under the name of Qamar," he informed the keeper.

During that time, a slave from the cell on the other side of Adara gasped. The slave then desperately tried to get Adara's attention. "I've heard rumors about that man. The devil himself they say, every slave he's ever bought never lasted a year. Killed or committed suicide," she murmured in an urgent whisper. The slave retreated back into the corner of her cell when Qamar approached Adara's cell once more.
He'd overheard the thing's little statement but chose to ignore it as he stared Adara down. "One question for you little princess, and I hope you answer..." he took a dramatic paused, looking down at her, "if the choice was between some pedophilic man or me... which would you choose?" he asked, the same demonic smirk forming on his lips.

The statement from her fellow slave disgusted her. This man was a serial killer, a repeated torturer and destroyer of life. She sat casually, her skirt knotted in her pale hands. "You," she said, glaring right at him, "and then the pedophile." Because, she rationalized, she'd need to kill both. Starting with him. These were her people.

Qamar raised a brow at her almost challengingly, "oh? Are you planning on doing something to me, princess?" he asked and chuckled as he turned away. "I'd like to see you try."
Qamar began to wander away from the cell, needing to see if he could lower that price with his reputation and a few promising threats, maybe a death or two. "You've been in limbo kid, it's time to come down to hell," he drawled and glanced back at the cell, "maybe you'll last longer than a year."

((Do you want to rp his threats and offer, or just have it assumed? They might insist he do anything he likes aside from killing her. You know. To make sure there's no trace of a slave rebellion or something. But they'd likely accept and try to get him to kill other members of the family so their shares are greater.))

Adara breathed a sigh of relief, slumping at the back of her cell. He was gone. She was sure that the price had driven him off. Oh, how she hoped her newest master was somewhat more humane than he. However, she looked at herself in worry. She looked small and pretty and delicate. Someone who couldn't defend herself. The perfect victim. She felt sick thinking of it, how she'd been made to dress up for her auction day.

((Mhmmmm I'll do some sort of brief summary. Not in detail, a lot will be assumed. Kinda thing But yeah I'll tie in some of those concepts.
Though that last bit made me think. Like at some point she says something about learning how to defend herself and he teaches her. ?? Who knows, unlikely but it was a random thought xD
Anyway I'll do that post right after this one))

((I actually really like the idea of him teaching herself in how to protect herself. I can't wait to see what you cook up. :) Would he be worried about her killing herself?))

Qamar met with the family trying to sell Adara off (he had learnt her name at this point, at least her first name). He sat down like a good guest in their meeting room. The main family was present and he stated he would buy her for exactly half the price they have her listed at. This offer was met with immediate refusal which was to be expected. However, the man who jumped to his feet and shouted the refusal was met with a fist through his chest and blood staining his, well now his family's, carpet. Qamar had pulled his hand out and sat back down, staring down the terrified family. He then repeated his offer with a sadistic grin. The uncle, who had also joined the meeting, said they'd sell her for a quarter of the price if he promised to keep the alpha child alive. (His reputation apparent to this man unlike the last). He wanted him to train her, to break her into the perfect little slave. He could have his fun doing that as long as she lived. Once she had no trace of rebellion then he could give her back and they could sell her again while giving him a small refund. Qamar, never being entertained with a single slave for too much time didn't see a downside. He would get to do anything to her, except kill her and then he could get rid of her while getting some money back.
So, he made the uncle make up a contract right then and there, looked it over and put a loophole the man would miss just in case something came up, Once made and signed, Qamar handed over the money they agreed upon and left the house to return to the viewing cells to collect his new slave.
Qamar couldn't help but darkly grin when he thought about Adara's reaction to learning of this would be.

He entered the viewing cells that evening when the sun was already down past the trees. With his hands once again in his pockets, he made his way over to Adara's cell where he slowed to a stop. Once he stood in front of it, he peered into the cell with a sinister grin. "Hello again princess, long time no see."

Ilsa wrote: "((I actually really like the idea of him teaching herself in how to protect herself. I can't wait to see what you cook up. :) Would he be worried about her killing herself?))"

((Right?! It would be kinda cool, and a bit cute. ^.^ He would not be a nice teacher but eh. xD I think after a bit, he could tell if she had that personality. But debating on it, he would assess it and take precautions to ensure she won't if she's likely to))

She didn't see him at first, sitting against the far wall, leaning against the corner of the wall and the bars at the left side of her cell. She had dropped into weary sleep, since the house had just closed, evicting all the prying eyes. His voice jolted her out of her pleasant nightmare. "You," she managed, bleary from sleep. "What are you doing here?"

ӍдѕҞᾇ wrote: "Ilsa wrote: "((I actually really like the idea of him teaching herself in how to protect herself. I can't wait to see what you cook up. :) Would he be worried about her killing herself?))"

((Right..."

((This sounds like traumatic fun.))

Qamar chuckled and nodded, "yes, it is I," he drawled and leaned against the bars, his forearm across the bars with his forehead pressed against said arm. "I came to inform you of the good news. You've been purchased. No more restless nights in a cell because you're coming home with me," he purred darkly.

((definitely xD))

"No, I'm not!" She stood up sharply, as if an icy wave had crashed over her. She pressed her back to the corner, as if ready to fight if he came for her. "Stay away from me," she insisted, staring stalwartly into his eyes. How could he do this? What made a monster like this, who smiled as he informed someone that they were going to be tortured to death?

((I am laughing so much right now while evilly grinning xD Horrible, it's great))

Qamar only grinned at her reaction, thriving off it. He never needed people to like him, hate and fear pushed him forward. "Oh but you are, princess," he purred and pushed off the bars to look over and motion for the slave keeper to come and unlock the cell. He was shockingly in a good mood for the first time in a while. He was so going to enjoy this. "Can't do that, you're mine now. To do with as I please," he drawled and his eyes shining red in the light bore down on her. "Though, be grateful. I am officially unable to kill you."

((You are horrible. XD What does that make me?))

The girl quickly assumed an unpracticed simple fighting stance. Obviously something she'd learned a long time ago. "I don't belong to you or anyone," she hissed, but her shoulders trembled. His question rang in her ears. If he got a hold on her, she was sure he would beat her for her words earlier, then rape her, to satisfy his own taunting, torturous questions, the seeds that grew into a horrific nightmare in her head. "Stay away!" She tried to insist, her voice squeaking instead of shouting.

((I will concede. I am pretty terrible xD Mhmmmm idk. Maybe equally as horrible?? *shrugs* It's good being horrible xD
*Starts giggling again* Ironically- torture he does, rape... not so much. He'll definitely need someone with a pain kink though.. let's be honest xD))

Qamar stepped away from the cell to allow the slave keeper to unlock the cell before he left without another word, leaving Adara at Qamar's mercy. Unfortunately, lack of mercy was more accurate. He snorted at her pathetic attempt at a fighting stance and shook his head. "I think you don't understand your situation quite well, princess. You're a slave, to be bought and owned. You belong to whoever buys you. You're not an individual," he sneered at her before he approached the cell once again. He slid the cell door open and finally entered the cell. His body seemed to make the space shrink with his sheer size and intimidation. The separation was gone and now she could feel the full force of his feral and hostile aura. "No can do sweetheart," he drawled and in the next second he was in front of her, knee between her legs and her hands trapped above her head. He bent down and hissed into her ear, "now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Which will it be?"

Adara stared into his face, heart practically jumping out of her chest. She couldn't move her arms. He had far too much upper body strength in comparison to her, and she did twist at her wrists, trying to free them futilely, before going still. "What are you going to do to me?" She asked, fearfully, before ramming a strong knee, swift and strong, up between his legs, then attempting to run for the door. If she hurried, she might turn the key and lock him in!

((You okay with this?))

((Trying to picture how this would happen. He had his knee between her legs, trying to figure out if the angle would be accurate))

((Well, if his knee is between her legs, then one of her legs is between his legs. XD))

((I have a funny idea of her locking him in, then the slaver beating her over the head with something.))

((Well, depending on his stance. If he's more positioned sideways than she'd have to angle it a different way.... anyway xD
... Well I guess it depends. If she does lock him in, when she wakes up he'll be beating her worse than she's probably ever experienced. But if you're okay with that then we can continue with that idea))

((I'm okay with it. It's okay if her plot fails. It's your character. It is an attempt.))

((I think we should ease into it... it being Qamar's twisted idea of entertainment. But we could come back to this kind of plot and have her try it some other time xD Like trying to trap him in the bathroom or something xD That would be so funny))

Unfortunately for Adara, Qamar's reaction to being kneed in the sac was tightening his grip on her wrists in a near bone snapping grasp. Since he only had one hand grasping both wrists, he bent down slightly from the brief register of pain. His free hand went to cup his reproductive organ just as a low, dangerous growl ripped from his chest. Qamar had endured much worse pain than this so it didn't amount to much. It was more of a surprise than anything. Qamar pulled his head back to glare murderously down at her, his lips forming his demonic grin. "Oh princess, you shouldn't have done that," he hissed darkly. "But, the hard way it is," he purred. Lifting his hand that had been cupping his jewels, he grabbed her by her red hair and slammed her head back against the wall. The force he applied would knock her out, leaving him the easy way of getting her back home while it was the hard way for her. Once unconscious, he tossed her up and over his shoulder before heading out of the building.
Qamar chuckled as he made his way back to Solar territory. "I'll be doing a lot of things to you, Adara, and none of them pleasant in the least," he mused to himself, earning himself a dark chuckle.

((Where to now? Sentinels?))

((I presume so. I should probably start. See ya there))

((Also, I can post, but what's the setting? What did he do with her when they got there?))

((>~< Nah don't worry about it. I posted there already ^~^ Just so you know what happened to her and stuff))

((Thanks. :D posted.))

This cell was a lot cleaner than the one she'd been in the night before. There was no dirt on the floor or mysterious stains on the walls. The viewing cells had to look nice. A worker had moved her over the night before, today they'd try to sell her again. She'd been in the holding cells for a rather long time, at least it felt long to her. It had been two weeks since her previous master had sold her back to the auctioneers. No one had wanted her yet, of course she hadn't been put up for sell quite yet either, but that was fine with Keiu. It had given her shoulders time to start healing from her Master's most recent and final beating. (apparently she'd over cooked his meal by one measly second for the last time) Angry red marks ran down her back starting from her shoulders where she had been whipped. The marks were only just starting to turn into pale scars and were sore to the touch. Keiu paced her cell anxiously, too many of the viewers so far today seemed like...hungry young men whom would tear her apart. So she paced, hoping that if she continued to move no one would take the time to look at or notice her.

Jeremiah entered the viewing cells tentatively. He didn't necessarily need a slave... but he'd recently seen one of his friends beat a young boy over and over again. A little slave kid. It had deeply unsettled him, unsettled him to come here and look at the depravity. Usually, he'd ignored it in the past. The horrors. He thought that by putting himself away from it, he wasn't guilty of the crime. But now... he was shaken to the core. He stopped to look in the cells, shocked... these weren't animals... they were people. Scared. Broken. Beaten. Abused. He couldn't look... but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He couldn't afford many of the strong workers. The first one he could afford... was a small worker girl, scars rimming her hem, pacing darkly. "Hey," he asked, looking over at her. "You okay?" It was stupid... but it was the only thing he could think of to say.

Keiu glanced out of her cell quickly upon hearing the question. Someone was standing in front of her cage and...was he speaking to her? Her pacing halted suddenly, this person looked like a young man. Like the ones she was hoping to avoid. Now others would most likely notice her too. Did he just ask me if I was okay? Oh yes, I'm just absolutely dandy. Not.... She thought, and for a moment you could see some determine glint in her eyes. She folded her arms over her chest and watched him cautiously that glint gone in an instant. Keiu bit her lip nervously because no one really just talked to a slave. She was sure that if she answered wrong he'd have her hit by one of the workers. Her shoulders ached at the thought of being beat again. It was probably best not to speak at all though she felt herself shaking her head no, ever so slightly.

Ah, man... this little girl looked terrified, like she was cursed if she did or didn't, no matter what she did. "You all right in there?" he asked. "You want to get out? I promise not to hurt you," he said, feeling a little desperate. He didn't have any way to prove his good intentions. "My name is Jeremiah. I'm a Sentinel. Who are you?" he asked. He reached his hand forward a little, but pulled back, waving a slaver over. He didn't care if she wanted to or not. He was going to make sure she got out of there okay... Even if he knew it would hurt his bank very much. He didn't know what he should do. If he should find kids or women or both... he was torn. He could only do a pinch of good in the middle of all this evil. What was the right choice?

He was still talking to her? Keiu continued to watch him, trying to tell if this was just his way of getting her to speak when really he did not want to be spoken to. Her old Master had lots of 'tricks' like that, all were used as ways to have good reason for hitting her. But she wasn't getting the normal vibe from him. She almost felt like she could trust him. She wasn't sure why though, maybe it was just how he stood, or the friendly tone of his voice. Hesitantly, she said "My name is Keiu." The slaver walked over to Jeremiah and she glanced at him for a moment instead, looking rather anxious.

He began to speak to Jeremiah. "Yes sir, would you like to purchase this slave?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding surely. "Thanks, please," he said, although he didn't look pleased to have to associate with this man. He passed over a card and paid for a payment plan for Keiu, biting his lower lip as he signed. Wait- as a first time purchaser, he got a discount on his next purchase... he could save someone again the next time he came here. He saved the notice in his pocket, accepting the key to the cage. He jittered as he unlocked the door. "Come on," he said. Honestly... he had no leash or restraints or anything. He didn't know anything about being a master. "Let's get to the car, okay? Everything's gonna be all right."

This Jeremiah seemed awfully polite though it could all just be an act. Keiu stepped out of the cage however willing to follow him. "I know how to cook." She said quickly. Feeling like he needed to know that, like that statement would protect her somehow. She continued to nervously bit her lip.

((Sorry that it's short. My laptop was about to die))

((Sokay!))

Jeremiah shrugged. "You can, if you want. I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I know this looks really weird, right?" he winced. "Probably perverted. God, you probably think I'm a rapist or something..." he rubbed his forehead, like he had a headache. "I'm not. And I haven't ever beaten anyone who hasn't attacked me in a fair fight, either," he said, glancing up at her. "It's not gonna be bad, just... keep to yourself and keep close, okay?"