Post by Da Pwny on Dec 15, 2008 15:13:50 GMT -5
The sit-down meal Robert was treated to was meager, but by no means lacking; fresh fruits and vegetables, some sort of smoked meat, along with an array of appetizers, filled the table. It was the fact that he was sharing all of this with about twenty-five other bandits that helped to thin it out. Some kind of fruity concoction was brought out as his drink, sweet beyond anything he'd had before but with a twinge of sour to it that offset what would otherwise have been a tooth-rotting sip. Although he generally stayed away from stuff that sweet, Robert figured it'd be rude to refuse it.
About half-way through the dinner he noticed out of the corner of his eye a young human waitress entering, one who seemed to be shaking horribly. When he was just about to ask what was wrong with her, the girl tripped and, in a spectacular move, did a complete frontal flip before landing flat on her face. What wasn't so grand, however, was that the plate of hot soup she had been carrying landed right in Robert's lap. Needless to say, within an instant the place was in an uproar, and the girl was quickly taken away, crying and bawling as she dragged out. He'd had enough to eat anyhow, and the drink Robert had gotten, he suspected, was starting to make him woozy.
Excusing himself as he got up from the table to look for a change of clothes, he could hear the sounds of that girl crying as she was being 'punished'. He tried to ignore it, to put it to the back of his mind by saying that he shouldn't get involved, but dear God... she could only have been in her early teens at the least, at the most 16. And with each of her pleas that resolve hardened; finally, Robert had taken enough of it. Winding through the corridors, he came to the room where it was happening, standing there in mild shock at what was before him.
To say that it was horribly barbaric was barely scratching the surface; the girl sat on her knees, her arms chained to posts on either side of the tent area, stripped completely of her clothing as more large gashes appeared on her back, originating from the leather and bone whip that the burly guard was using to torment her. Old scars on her body indicated that this was most likely not the first time she'd been punished like this. The others in the tent simply watched, possibly waiting in line for all he knew. Pushing through the small crowd, Robert was going to take the whip right out of the lug's hands, but upon second glance... good grief that guy was huge. But the girl...
Another whining scream of agony made him forget about the size of the man; when that burly mountain cocked back his arm for another swing, he found out soon enough that his whip wasn't in his hands. Gasps from the crowd echoed as he turned to see a fair-sized sh** standing there with his whip. He bellowed "WHAT?! Whatcha doin' there, ya lil' fox? Orders wur to-"
"I don't care about orders" Robert replied, staying as cool as he could on the outside but secretly wetting himself inside. "Was she not the one who offended me?" The girl's wild, frightened face glanced at him as the lug tried to think and failed for the most part. "So... wouldn't it be only proper if I did the punishing on her?" Finally, the idiot spoke in an expectantly dumb voice "Daaa... Yeah, but t' boss said I hada whip her till she passed out again."
The girl again glanced in his direction, tears and pleas for this to stop flowing freely from her eyes as she sniffled. Robert continued, slapping the big guy on the back as he did "Listen... I can think of worse things to do to her to keep that girl in line. You want her to straighten up, right? Well, I can get her... heh.. straightened up in no time. Poor thing won't even know what hit her. Alright? We got a deal?" He turned slightly to the girl, who was still looking right at him, and gave her a menacing wink, which made her go wide-eyed and shake even worse as the big guy took Robert's hand in a shake. That's exactly what he wanted; if she'd started looking up, then his plan would've been ruined before it even got off the ground.
As soon as the chains were off, the poor thing started up a hellstorm, clawing and kicking everything and everyone around her. However, a grip at the right place on the neck and she ceased doing so, unable to even cry out as new pain flooded her nerves. Picking her up with as gentle a touch as he could muster after putting some clothing back on her, Robert carried the young woman out of the tent as she continued sobbing and pleading with him in a language he couldn't quite understand, though her tone was enough of a dead giveaway that she was scared beyond her wits about something happening to her...
About half-way through the dinner he noticed out of the corner of his eye a young human waitress entering, one who seemed to be shaking horribly. When he was just about to ask what was wrong with her, the girl tripped and, in a spectacular move, did a complete frontal flip before landing flat on her face. What wasn't so grand, however, was that the plate of hot soup she had been carrying landed right in Robert's lap. Needless to say, within an instant the place was in an uproar, and the girl was quickly taken away, crying and bawling as she dragged out. He'd had enough to eat anyhow, and the drink Robert had gotten, he suspected, was starting to make him woozy.
Excusing himself as he got up from the table to look for a change of clothes, he could hear the sounds of that girl crying as she was being 'punished'. He tried to ignore it, to put it to the back of his mind by saying that he shouldn't get involved, but dear God... she could only have been in her early teens at the least, at the most 16. And with each of her pleas that resolve hardened; finally, Robert had taken enough of it. Winding through the corridors, he came to the room where it was happening, standing there in mild shock at what was before him.
To say that it was horribly barbaric was barely scratching the surface; the girl sat on her knees, her arms chained to posts on either side of the tent area, stripped completely of her clothing as more large gashes appeared on her back, originating from the leather and bone whip that the burly guard was using to torment her. Old scars on her body indicated that this was most likely not the first time she'd been punished like this. The others in the tent simply watched, possibly waiting in line for all he knew. Pushing through the small crowd, Robert was going to take the whip right out of the lug's hands, but upon second glance... good grief that guy was huge. But the girl...
Another whining scream of agony made him forget about the size of the man; when that burly mountain cocked back his arm for another swing, he found out soon enough that his whip wasn't in his hands. Gasps from the crowd echoed as he turned to see a fair-sized sh** standing there with his whip. He bellowed "WHAT?! Whatcha doin' there, ya lil' fox? Orders wur to-"
"I don't care about orders" Robert replied, staying as cool as he could on the outside but secretly wetting himself inside. "Was she not the one who offended me?" The girl's wild, frightened face glanced at him as the lug tried to think and failed for the most part. "So... wouldn't it be only proper if I did the punishing on her?" Finally, the idiot spoke in an expectantly dumb voice "Daaa... Yeah, but t' boss said I hada whip her till she passed out again."
The girl again glanced in his direction, tears and pleas for this to stop flowing freely from her eyes as she sniffled. Robert continued, slapping the big guy on the back as he did "Listen... I can think of worse things to do to her to keep that girl in line. You want her to straighten up, right? Well, I can get her... heh.. straightened up in no time. Poor thing won't even know what hit her. Alright? We got a deal?" He turned slightly to the girl, who was still looking right at him, and gave her a menacing wink, which made her go wide-eyed and shake even worse as the big guy took Robert's hand in a shake. That's exactly what he wanted; if she'd started looking up, then his plan would've been ruined before it even got off the ground.
As soon as the chains were off, the poor thing started up a hellstorm, clawing and kicking everything and everyone around her. However, a grip at the right place on the neck and she ceased doing so, unable to even cry out as new pain flooded her nerves. Picking her up with as gentle a touch as he could muster after putting some clothing back on her, Robert carried the young woman out of the tent as she continued sobbing and pleading with him in a language he couldn't quite understand, though her tone was enough of a dead giveaway that she was scared beyond her wits about something happening to her...