Chapter 225 The Meaning of Comfor (1/2)

Ebony breathed out a sigh of relief as she placed down the jug she'd been carrying in the server's room. When that man had touched her like that...she'd been seething, ready to knock him on his ass despite the fact that she'd only ever fought with Aegin or given guidance to the other slave women. It had been happening more frequently the last few months. The Slave Master getting less and less annoyed by the creeping hands of his guests. She'd kept it from Aegin, positive that he'd do something stupid like challenge the Slave Master again. She figured he was in enough trouble of his own without adding her problems to the mix.

And they were problems. Mostly because she couldn't seek help from anyone but the other slave girls. She couldn't retaliate, because that might not mean punishment for her alone. They had Aegin, and Ebony knew that they would use him however they saw fit, which likely meant they'd be inventive outside of the Arena seeing how well he seemed to cope inside it.

The door to the serving room opened, and Ebony's break from outside was over. She turned to refill the jug she'd been carrying, only to find Lord Revierre, the man who had touched her, the visiting dignitary who had challenge the Reapers, standing in the doorway. And he didn't look all that happy. Based on the cheering outside she could guess what had happened.

”Lord Revierre, the restroom is three doors down on your left,” Ebony's voice was soft and timid but persuasive. It had been her only voice for many years of her life. Show them you are the Servant, their lesser, yet convince them not to hurt you.

Lord Revierre's eyes narrowed, ”I'm not looking for a restroom”.

Ebony decided to continue to play timid and naive, ”Oh? What are you looking for then, Lord Revierre? This is the Serving Room, there is not much here but refills that any of us can provide to you outside-”

He stalked towards her, ”Do you know what that husband of yours did to my men?”

Ebony's eyes dulled. Okay, persuasion wasn't going to work, he was in close quarters, within the space that she considered comfortable personal space. Not that she had such a thing as a slave but it was the thought that counted.

”He slaughtered them, like they were nothing but playthings. I've trained those men for years, they were unmatched!” Lord Revierre snapped.

Clearly not, Ebony thought, but decided it best that the thought not even show in her eyes.

”I figure that thanks to that loss, the Slave Master has to owe me something considerable, why not one of those Reapers' women?” said Lord Revierre, ”That should be a fair price, don't you think?”

He went to take a step forward as the door swung open behind them. Neva, one of the other slave girls, stepped through, pausing when she saw Ebony. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene and her lips moved before Lord Revierre could lift his foot from the ground.

”Ebony, the Madame is asking for you,” Neva stated.

”Of course,” Ebony said. She moved to sidestep Lord Revierre, but he grabbed her around the waist and pushed her back with force. Ebony hit the table, jostling it as she grabbed it to stop her fall. He stepped in close, far too close.

”You're not going anywhere,” he growled, a hand clamping around her breast hard. She gasped from the pain, and he grinned, ”See, you are at little slut aren't you, just like all the others. You want this”.

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Ebony opened her mouth to protest, only to find it roughly invaded by the foul man. He tasted of wine and the snacks they'd served, and some tobacco concoction that Ebony found absolutely revolting. She froze, unsure what to do. Half of her fought to push him away, horrified by his violating mouth and grabby, wandering hands. The other half, the meek slave she'd practiced being all her life, told her to remain frozen and pliant.

What would Aegin think?

The thought wondered in unbidden. She had no idea where it had come from, yet she found she absolutely cared about the answer. If he'd known that she'd frozen after all he'd taught her, what would he think of her?

Suddenly, Lord Revierre was pulled away from her, and she met the Madame's cold gaze across the room.

”I think Lord Revierre has had a little too much to drink, escort him to his room and send a few of the prettier ones to keep him company,” the Madame ordered, her eyes never leaving Ebony. Ebony felt shame fill her body. A wave of it pushing past her defenses and folding her shaky hands over her body. She knew the look in the Madame's eyes. The warning.