Lucifer's Calling

Chapter Nine

Ariel's Point of view:

　　I awoke in some kind of hut that was made of sticks, mud and grass, it was quite dark in here even with the sun coming through. 

　　I started to remember what had happened, we were all in Merlin's tower and Orcs came we tried to sneak away but before I got through the secret door a large ugly orc grabbed my arm with his chubby fingers and used one of my pressure points and I passed out. 

　　My wrists have been bounded behind my back with something that feels like rope, I struggled against it testing its strength. That is until the large orc from before what was his name, Margon. He came in with a large decaying smile on his face and coming close enough to caress my face. I cringed away from his touch his fingers felt like sandpaper or leather of a snake against my skin.

　　"Aw, are you afraid my little concubine?"  Margon teased as he got closer toward me and suddenly pinned me to the floor with one arm as the other slowly went up into my dress, but before he came in another Orc joined us just before his hand got any closer to my body.

　　"Margon, we must prepare the feast." The bigger orc said as he looked me over with a seductive gaze, I held onto the cringe that ached to leave my body.

　　"Can't you see I'm busy, Garzon, can't you find someone else for the damn feast?" Margon whined.

　　"No, Larak is out hunting, and Dursol is out keeping the fire's going. We need you to get the meals ready so we can introduce our new concubine." Garzon explained.

　　Concubine? He wasn't kidding when he said that?

　　"Fine," Margon huffed and got up letting my body go, as he followed Garzon outside.

　　Finally letting hot tears run down my face as I covered my mouth so I don't make a sound, bringing my knees to my chest and laying on the cold ground. I felt unclean where his hands touched me. 

　　I am surrounded by Orcs, there is nowhere to run. No one to save me this time.

　　I slowly cried my way into a very deep sleep.

　　Luke and I were back at Mud-Haven, we were about ten at this time. We were playing tag, running in between the marketplace bouncing to one end to the other, that is until I accidentally ran into someone, looking up it was a very wealthy man with raven black hair and eye's that were almost like mine, but brighter. 

　　"I'm so sorry sir," I said as Luke quickly ran in front of me.

　　"It was my fault, I accidentally pushed her while playing tag." The man with the piercing gaze looked like he was about to hit him and he tightly shut his eyes waiting for the blow, but instead, the man patted him on the head.

　　"You two must be careful, now you to run off somewhere it's safer. Not many folks around are as nice as I am." The man said smiling Luke nodded and took my hand and we began running I looked back at the frightful man and he winked at me. 

　　That is when I opened my eyes, the orcs were back and each took me by an arm, dragging me out into sight.

　　"No! No please, I don't want to go out there!" I sobbed hysterically as they continued pulling me with ease, that's when I was forced outside the hut. 

　　There were hundreds, no thousands of Orcs in this place. There was nowhere to go except let them take me to my doom. This time I quietly followed as tears continued to fall as they took me to a stage in front of a large fire. There were tables with animals and vegetables on the plates, but no one was paying attention to their food. Their eyes were all on me.

　　My wrists were still bounded together I couldn't look at any of their faces so instead, I kept my eyes on the floor.

　　"Dance," One orc said and they all agreed loudly, but I didn't move. I hoped maybe they would get bored enough and let me go, besides I couldn't move.

　　Morgon untied my hands and smirked sexualizing me. "Go ahead princess, dance." The tone of his voice made me cringe as I rubbed my wrists bringing back the circulation.

　　I began to dance moving my body in a circular motion to the music that the band has been playing, all the male orcs swooned and sat closer some even sat close enough that pushed me closer to the orange flames that licked up into the navy skies. 

if it wasn't risking my life I would have puked, or even tried to fight enough to get away. But there was no chance in hell that was happening.

“Take it off.” An orc demanded.

“What?” I asked appalled.

“Your clothes comcubine, take em’ off.”

“No, I don’t think so..” I say with embarrassment and sickness that filled my stomach.

“I said. Take them off.” He roared stalking towards me grabbing my dress and tearing them to shreds my top half displayed for them all to see.

My arms were still bound over my head and I began to pray they would come find me, I tried to cover myself, to preserve some dignity I had left.

“Why’d you stop dancing? Keep goin’!” I swallowed harshly, and I shook my head in protest.

His large arm pulled back and struck me with his back hand my body flailed like a ragdoll being thrown around.

“Stand up and dance.” He ordered.

I swallowed back harsh tears and the stinging against my face, I shook my head again.

He grabbed a dagger from the his sheath around his waist. “I dont particularly like disobeidiant concubines.” He whispered slowly, his breath felt hot and smelled of rotten fish, I tried not to breath.

The shearing pain of metal slicing my skin on my abdomen was enough to grunt in pain, blood began to drip and he went a bit deeper.

“So concubine, lets try this again, start. Dancing.” He warned.

I did as I was told. They ogled at me for two hours. 

No one came.

No one saved me.

They finally left me in dangling over a puddle of my own blood, and now I was all alone.