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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10b/?
Date: 2014-09-29 05:04 pm (UTC)“It is time”, he said.
Tara slowly got up, but her legs seemed to refuse to carry her. Aquila took her arm and half supported, half dragged her out of the little hut.
After being locked inside for so long a time the sunlight outside hurt her eyes, but she blinked furiously at the sun hanging low in the sky. She could see from where she stood, at the upper edge of the camp, the sandy valley and the band of tarmac over which they had brought her here, but between her and the road that led back home lay an entire Legion camp, twice the size of that on Fortification Hill behind Hoover Dam.
Eyes were staring up at her, hundreds of eyes, rows and rows of Legionnaires, their officers and, off to the side, even their slaves. A group of women clad in white and crowned with leaves walked up to her now and, while chanting in Latin, dribbled some kind of oil onto her hands and rubbed it onto her face.
And all of a sudden, the men let out a mighty roar of exaltation, and she knew without a doubt that Tiberius had come into sight. While the warriors now chanted Tiberius’ name, the priestesses bar one withdrew, and Tara felt a strange heaviness, a feeling of utter finality, settling in her soul. There was no escape, no help, no hope. Nothing and no one could save her.
Tiberius took her hand, and she did not resist. Dimly she wondered if the herbal concoction Aquila had given her had been some kind of drug, but even if that was the case, what difference would it make?
The priestess stepped in front of them and began to chant again, nothing Tara could understand. Tiberius face and hands were also blessed with the sacred oil, and then she took both their hands, draped a red band of cloth around it and sprinkled it with the same oil again. Another chant, and another cheer from the Legionnaires watching them. To Tara it sounded as if she was underwater. She had to be drugged.
Beside her, Tiberius lifted both his hands and the crowd fell silent.
“Men!” He roared. “With this day, we will finally get what has been denied to us for too long! Yes, there will be war! And yes, blood will flow! But here and now, with the Queen of Vegas now the wife of the Caesar, the Mojave will finally be ours, and there will be no limits to the Legion’s power. All lands shall tremble under the hooves of the Bull!!”
The men roared again, three times as loud and wild. Tara felt Tiberius take her hand again, and with a tug, he led her further up the rise, and into his tent. When the tent flap fell down behind them, Tiberius let go of her hand and nodded. “That went incredibly well, don’t you think, my little bird?”
Tara didn’t reply, and Tiberius slapped her.
“Don’t you think, my little bird?”, he asked again, sharper this time.
“For you, yes”, Tara replied, and Tiberius chuckled. Her voice sounded slurred to her, unclear as if she was drunk.
He then went over to a small table where he took a cup. “Here”, he said. “Drink this.”
Tara shook her head. “I am still feeling the effects of the draught Aquila gave me.”
“Of course you do. And now you will drink this, it is the antidote.”
It took Tara a little while to understand. “Poison?”
“Just a measure of safety.” Tiberius smiled at her. “To make sure you wouldn’t try something stupid last minute.”
“And if I don’t drink it?”
“Then you will die a slow, unpleasant death. But you don’t want that, do you?”
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10c/?
Date: 2014-09-29 05:05 pm (UTC)“What if I don’t want to drink it?”
Tiberius seemed disappointed. “Don’t make me do something I will regret later on, my little bird. I can’t go around damaging my future breeding stock, you know.”
Tara gave him a silent stare, and Tiberius looked almost cheerfully back.
“I hope you understand what this means”, he finally said, his face earnest again and his voice bar of humour. “Every time you refuse, I will send Aquila for a slave girl. Will you really take that upon your conscience?”
If it hadn’t been for the unpleasant memory Tara would have liked to believe he was bluffing, but as it was, she took the cup and drained it. She hated him with a vengeance, and she hated herself as much, if not more, for her weakness and her stupidity.
“Very well done, my little bird.” Tiberius seemed pleased. “And now, let us celebrate our union, like my men are presently doing, albeit... a little more, civilized.”
“I have nothing to celebrate”, Tara whispered.
“What?” Tiberius dropped his red mantle and chuckled again. “You are married to the most powerful man east of the Pacific Ocean and have nothing to celebrate?”
“Can you stop this, please?” With the antidote doing its work, Tara’s mind and senses began to work normally again. “Stop treating me like something I ain’t!”
Tiberius spun around, a small, and dangerous smile on his face.
“Ah, a little bit of spirit.”
Tara swallowed. “Can I just go back into my prison?”
“No.” Tiberius unbuckled his belt. “Don’t be silly. You are my wife now, what would you do in a prison? You will sleep here until we set out for New Vegas. At my side.”
“No.” Tara felt all blood drain from her face, and a cold knot began to form in her stomach. “No, don’t touch me!”
“It’s going to be hard celebrating our union without touching you, my little bird”, Tiberius replied, the smile on his face becoming more prominent, and more unpleasant as he shed his tunic. “Don’t you think?”
Tara took a few steps back and bumped into the bed. “No. Don’t touch me...”
But at that moment Tiberius was at her side and, with a strength Tara hadn’t expected, took her garment at the collar and tore it apart. The shreds fell down, hanging at her hips, baring her naked upper body to him and a wave of cold revulsion swept over her. But before she could act, however, Tiberius had bodily thrown her onto the bed.
Tara panicked. She screamed and thrashed, kicked and flailed, but Tiberius was a strong man, a warrior, and she was so weakened by being dragged through the desert and kept as a prisoner, all with hardly any food and water, that she didn’t stand a chance. His fist connected with her temple, and in the few seconds of pain and disorientation, he had undone her belt and torn the rest of her robes away.
Tara herd her own voice as if coming from far away, screaming no over and over again but Tiberius had her pinned down, and his hands were all over her body. And to her utter despair she heard him howl in delight when he finally succeeded in sinking his finger into her.
“A virgin”, he crooned”, brushing her cheek with his. “A virgin. I would never have believed it had anyone told me that. What a prize you are, my little bird.”
“Please!” Tara’s voice was already hoarse, and her futile attempts at escaping from under Tiberius body had depleted her feeble, remaining strength. “Please don’t take my virginity! Please, it’s promised to someone else, please...”
Tiberius chuckled into her ear as he nudged her legs apart with one knee. “No.” He kissed her jaw. “He should have claimed it while he had the chance. Now it’s mine.”
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10d/?
Date: 2014-09-29 05:06 pm (UTC)“It’s mine”, Tiberius whispered again.
Then he moved with a grunt, and her world exploded in pain. She screamed, tried to claw at his face, tried to crawl away, but he had her pinned down, and when he moved, every thrust send waves of burning pain, shame, humiliation and regret through both her soul and her body.
It seemed to take forever, and when Tiberius finally finished with a groan and a shudder, Tara was drenched in cold sweat and hoarse from screaming. After sliding down off her at last he grunted in satisfaction but she turned away and curled up into a ball, whishing she could just die. She could hear Tiberius begin to snore, and with a sob, she let herself drop from the bed. She would not lie any longer beside this monster.
The hard ground was cold against her cheek, painful for her mangled body, but all that was meaningless. There seemed to be no end to her tears, and when she finally had cried herself into the sleep of utter exhaustion, images of Vincent, crucified and dying, kept haunting her even then.
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“May I enquire as to why you are sleeping on the ground?”
Tara didn’t want to reply, but she knew he’d hit her if she remained silent. He might hit her anyway upon hearing her answer, though, but if she did answer, he wouldn’t have to threaten her with torturing slave girls.
“I do not want to lie beside you.”
Tiberius propped himself up onto one elbow and looked down at Tara’s naked form, curled up on the ground before his bed.
“Well, I’d say it is your loss if you’d rather sleep on the cold, hard ground instead of a soft, warm bed, but my pride feels hurt seeing you like this.”
“Your pride?”
“Come here.”
Tara swallowed a sob and laboriously gathered herself up. Once she had settled onto the bed, as far away as she could from his body, he turned onto his side and looked at her.
“You truly seem like an intelligent, ambitious woman, Tara. Tell me, did the thought truly never cross your mind that the Legion would spy on you?”
Tara swallowed. “It did. I was more or less expecting them to do so. What I wasn’t expecting was that they were able to strike. I though after Hoover Dam, hardly anything would be left. Or that they would take longer to be able to retaliate.”
“Yes well...” Tiberius played with a strand of her hair. “I guess if you had you wouldn’t have wandered off alone like that.”
Tara was too busy biting back her tears to reply to that.
“You know”, Tiberius went on, “...you still have a lot to learn about the Legion and the way our men are trained. Not many may be left of us, but those that are still impersonate every ideal of the Legion: Honour, strength and utter loyalty. Can you imagine that the one spy of whom we had all this vital information was a eunuch? For this duty alone he willingly had himself castrated to be able to perfectly impersonate a slave. No one would ever suspect him, would they? Would your warriors do the same for you?”
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10e/?
Date: 2014-09-29 05:08 pm (UTC)“Ah, the whims of women”, Tiberius replied playfully and reached out to caress her belly.
Tara cringed away from him.
“You will get used to it.”
Tara’s voice was cold and flat. “I doubt it.”
“You have to stop resisting me.” His one hand wandered up her thigh, over her belly and rested on her right breast. Tara shuddered in revulsion.
“You are aware, my little bird”, Tiberius said slowly, “...that you cannot escape, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Then you might as well try and find some enjoyment in what we do.”
“We are doing nothing”, Tara gave back hoarsely. “You are the one doing it”.
Tiberius laughed again and rolled on top of her. Tara tried again to resist him, again, to no avail. He slapped her so hard her eyes watered and nudged her legs apart. In a mixture of pain, helplessness and revulsion Tara began to cry again, and even if she hated herself for her snivelling she couldn’t stop herself. She begged him not to do it as she was still so sore and in so much pain, and to her surprise, he paused.
“Now then, my little bird”, he said gently. Turn around, we’ll find something more comfortable for you.”
“What?”
“On your knees!” He hit her again, so hard that her nose started to bleed, and bodily threw her onto her belly. Then he lifted her hips with his hands and told her to relax before he unceremoniously entered her.
“You are a monster!”, Tara screamed at him, her voice cracked with pain. She couldn’t relax had her life depended on it, her flesh was dry and unyielding, but it didn’t stop him from taking his pleasure regardless of the consequences to her body. It wasn’t before too long that Tara felt a warm liquid trickle down her legs and she wasn’t surprised to find it was blood.
Tiberius didn’t give her a single look as he dressed himself and told her to stay put as he left the tent.
And with her whole body burning in pain, Tara could do little else than comply.
At least he left her alone that night, upon seeing the state of the bed, the sheets smeared in not a little blood, and called for a slave to clear up the mess instead.
He didn’t leave her the next morning, however, without telling her that he would be calling a council of war, to debate their course of action and timing in marching for New Vegas. A few days, he told her, and Tara knew the days of her people were numbered. With empty eyes she sank onto the bed and pulled her legs up, slinging her arms around her knees.
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I hope you're still with me after this, dear readers...
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10e/?
Date: 2014-10-01 04:16 pm (UTC)