The Taming of a Slave Pt. 10

Joseph tried each door, looking through every window on the first floor. Think! What would dad do? How would Ami break in? He looked at the heavy oak doors slowly and a small smile crept across his face.

"Thank you Ami." He put down his backpack and grabbed moss, tree sap and some small sticks, and soon he had a smokeless fire burning at the bottom of the door. He watched as it tried to spread farther than the door and quickly put those sides of the flame out. No, It would be stupid to compromise the bones of this house.

Once the hole was big enough for him to crouch through, he climbed through and looked around. It looks like our old chef's kitchen He talked along the walls and found a light switch. What if it turns on something else, something that makes noise? He lowered his hand and continued exploring the kitchen.

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"I really wish you wouldn't be so difficult." Elios ran the blade down her neck and across it. He dipped the tip of the knife and began circling her nipple. "What if I cut it off? I bet that would hurt." She stopped breathing, for fear of cutting herself and he chuckled. Elios cut through the fabric off of her chest, preparing to take her again when footsteps echoed through the hall.

He froze and listened as he heard a door open and close. He looked at the door and stood. Thinking quickly, Amaris bit her lip and leaned her head back.

"You're not going to leave me here after working me up are you? You really are cruel!" She curled up into a ball and wrapped the blanket around her. He walked over to her and kissed her, the kiss was urgent, getting her to shut up.

"I'll be back, trust me, I love tasting you." SHIT! She bit her lip again, reminding her of her 'role'.

"Please? It's probably just Helga." He leaned down to kiss her again when he heard heavy footsteps creeping closer and closer to the door. He crept to the dark corner of the room by the door and stood there.

What am I going to do? I can't let this happen! My one chance... Then her face brightened slowly.

"Sir, I want you, please-" She looked over to him and noticed his eyes were steel gray, and as she looked deeper she saw flashes of his anger. She stilled and waited as the footsteps stopped right in front of the door. The person took a deep breath before throwing open the door and running in.

Amaris looked into her brother's eyes for a second of suspended time before Elios tackled him.

The two grappled on the floor and Amaris sat up, pulling on the chained hand. Come on Joseph! Then we'll both be free! She stared at he hand before beginning to twist it when she heard a voice in her head.

You may not break any of your bones to get away from me. She shook her head and instead looked at her brother and the Prince fighting. Joseph stood and kicked Elios into the hallway and Elios lunged for Joseph, knocking them both out of her view. She growled and started pulling her hand again, ignoring the reminder from Elios again.

She heard a shuffle of someone's feet and she paused. It was faint, and gone in an instant, but she was sure she heard it.

"Who's there? Please, help me. Please!" A dark figure stepped into the doorframe, staring at her for a second before hurrying in. He pulled out a pen and Amaris looked up to see she was free. She brought her wrist down and rubbed it before seeing him dig through Elios clothes.

"Get dressed." She closed her mouth and grabbed a shirt and pants, both too big for her and a belt. She blushed as she dressed, feeling self-conscious about her looks.

"Can you get my brother?" He looked down the hall.

"No. I came in here for your father, but he's not here. Follow me, I only have enough recourses to get one of you out with me." She looked at his mask and nodded. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the hallways and to a downstairs room. He pulled her through a hole in a door and the two were out.

She wanted to stop to take in the air and beauty but the figure pulled her to the woods. She pulled back and frowned. "I don't like the dark and I don't like the woods at night." He turned around and shrugged.

"It's this or slavery. Which one do you want?" She grit her teeth and nodded. He walked through the woods with her on his heels before he stopped. He felt along in the dark, pulling off two covers. "You do know how to ride a hover cycle right?"

She rolled her eyes and walked over to the first hover cycle before he could say anything else. "Don't worry about a helmet for me. My afro will protect me." She said sarcastically as she revved it. He walked over to her and pushed a helmet into her chest. She flinched away from him and he froze.

She shook it off. "Listen, we should get out of here. Come on, it won't help anyone if you're hurt or if you have any injuries." She snatched the helmet and put it on.

I'm already hurt. He began driving through the woods and Amaris followed right behind him, never letting him out of her sight.

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"Martha, do you have contact with any of the rebels?"

"No, I was debating switching over to the rebel's side before they captured you guys." He looked around in the bar they sat at. It was dark, not well lit, and the perfect place for the two to hide. "Are you fast?" She nodded.

"It will take you three days to get to this location." He handed her a slip of paper. "I will be notified once you get there, and that will be my indicator to leave here." She looked up at him in shock.

"The last time we split up, you got captured and the entire family is-" He looked into her eyes, letting her into his mind. She saw the hurt his decision caused him and she ceased speaking.

"I know I made a misjudgment. I let my..." He cleared his throat. "My lust get the better of me and now we're all in fucked up situations ok? Listen to me now, and do as I ask, please." She nodded and opened the slip of paper, getting up immediately and starting to the door. She paused once, put her hood up before walking out. Samuel finished his drink and ordered another, feeling a sense of dread slowly roll over him.

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"This is it?" Amaris looked around the encampment, smiling at the people she saw.

"Yeah, while you live in that rich house, these are the fighters that stay guarded against the Illyrians." The man had still not taken off his hat or scarf. She looked at him and realized she had fallen into step behind him. She took a larger step and walked next to him. She turned and looked at the scarf he had covering much of his face.

"Is your face burnt or-" He held his hand out, stopping her speaking.

"Don't speak for the next five minutes." She bit her lip and fell into step with him.

"Hey! DC! Where've you been dude? You missed a kick-ass night!" The man chuckled.

"I was out saving people again." He gestured to Amaris who growled and made to take a step away from him. He extended his hand quickly and grabbed hers in it, forcing her to stay there.

"Dren...is that your new girl?" Dren pulled Amaris to his chest, and for the first time, Amaris realized how muscular he was. It must be the amount of layers he has on...

"Yeah, this is one of those shows where you meet someone in a day and they start dating and fall in love immediately." Dren pressed her into his chest with one arm and pulled his hood down with the other. Amaris looked at his hair as he ran his hand through it. Her eyes trailed down to his and looked deeply into his brown ones. She reached up to his scarf and he stilled, allowing her to pull it down.

Amaris tensed, waiting for the worst, but when it was down, she gasped. He smiled, showing his teeth. "He's still pretty ugly when you take all that off right?" The other man said, trying to break the two up.

Amaris chuckled and pulled away from him. "Where's my place?" She asked looking around. "I want to have my own place to live at for once!"

"You don't." She looked back at Dren. He shrugged and smiled. "You're not supposed to be here, and until we get anyone else in, you're living with me, under the radar." She groaned.

"Come on, this way, you might like it." He held out his hand and she stared at it before placing hers in his and letting him lead her to his home.