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Legend of Abase and Mizeri Chp 2
As the couple rode off, the servant Peon watched from behind the ivory wall that guarded the garden patch.
"The mistress has left me to perish...why has she left with that infernal man?"
Peon watched,his eyes filled with sadness. Mizeri had always treated him kinder than the rest of the family did, because she understood how he was raised and how he was treated by her grandfather...he was cruel...
From behind, Ville had his gatto a nove code (cat of nine tails whip) and beat the poor soul with it.
"Hurry up, slave! If you're not going to do your job, you shouldn't be here!" Ville yelled,followed by a fit of coughing...
"Y-yes sir..right away,sir.." Peon mumbled with a stunned gleam in his eyes...
"Someday I'll get out of here...and I'll be with you, sweet mistress Mizeri..."
"NOW, I ORDERED! STOP YOUR DAYDREAMING!" Ville lifted Peon up and hit him hard across the face. Naevete had been watching the event the whole time.
"Pappoús! Stop it!" he shouted,pulling the injured Peon up onto his shoulder...
"What're you ordering me around for? This is how we disciplined slaves when I was a boy." Ville defended in vain...
"Well,you don't discipline our houseslaves this way. You don't want blood all over the marble,do you?" Naevete sighed,pulling Peon up and carrying him into the house...

"What did my father do this time?" Vexashun complained as she cared for Peon's wounds,roughly scrubbing away the splinters from his back.
"H-He whipped me,Mistress..." Peon replied weakly,not looking her in the eye...
"Why did he whip you?" Vexashun sighed,giving the same speech she always gave to the servants that misbehaved...
"I...I don't know..." he replied,flinching as she hit his head. At least it was softer than Ville's hits...
"Of course you know." Vexashun sighed.
After doing his household chores of cooking, cleaning, and working until his hands burned,he finally was able to rest his head for the night....
Or so he thought.
In the servant's barracks, a dark figure swept and leaned over Peon. Fearfully, the restless drudge tossed in his bunk...
"Peon..." the raspy,wicked voice called through the darkness...
Suddenly,a hard object hit him on the head,and he fell unconcious.

When the poor boy awoke,he was still in a dark room that smelled of cloverspice and anise, the air was stale and humid...so much so that he could barely breathe.
He thought that he could barely hear the soft sound of cloth rustling,and a raspy cough that was so familiar,it hurt to think...
A dull, yet strong pain ran through his back and rump, as if he were being split in two from the waist down. He flexed his whole body, trying to dispell the pain, but only failed and made it even more painful. As he exhaled,he realized he was suffocating in his own breath. The pain escalated,to the point that tears blurred his sight. It became excruciating,and it felt as though he were to implode...eventually,a part of him did,and the pain slowly drained away.
He fell asleep,his breath still heavy.

In the morning,he was returned to his barrack,covered with a black sheet.
"What happened in the night?" he thought,too sore to sit up..
"Master took you in for the night." said another slave,going by the name of Gracia.
"I saw it. Why he did,I'm not sure." she continued,looking away from him.
With wide eyes,he glanced downward,then returned his view up to her.
"That...that sick pervert.." he mumbled,sickened at what had happened. He curled up,wincing slightly at the pain that still exsisted in a soft bruise...
Wearily,he stood up,wrapping the black sheet around his bare waist. "By the power of the Gods,I will leave this place..."
Gracia looked up to him. "Many have tried...if you do run away,take me with you."
He nodded. "And...when we do escape,I'm going after our old mistress...and ask for her to be my love." he said in a dreary voice..
"Are you crazy? That'll only get both you and her killed!" Gracia said in a mix of jealousy and alarm.
"I...I know...I just need to let her know...it's all I need."