Chapter 9: 9 – Genius

“Ekk’s?” Head Slave-Butler Gnome asked once outside.

“Got a problem with me gnome?”

High Mountain had been rattled. The little he heard of their conversation back inside strayed away from any semblance of a normal one. ‘This elf is planning something’ he thought, but couldn’t discern what it could be, it laid beyond his capabilities. ‘Ruianne’s right’ his mind spun a long thread, ‘This elf’s not only strange, he’s dangerous.’ He had to talk to Ruianne first, then both would decide what to do with him.

“You never told us your name.”

“You never asked.”

“Aha...” High Mountain remembered important duties. ”What are we doing standing here! There’s a lot of work to do!”

Gnome worked hard cleaning room after room while X tried to look like he could accomplish something, sometime not too far into the future.

“I’m not going to taint Ferrallia’s name, but holy damn, can you do something? Anything?!”

“You’d be surprised.”

The exchanges continued while Head Slave-Butler Gnome’s exasperation rose. Somehow they managed to finish before dinner. X ate in his cell. High Mountain said the other slaves didn’t want to eat with him, which had a pinch of truth sprinkled all over, but the real reason laid with High Mountain, he wanted to speak with them without him present. Work resumed early in the evening and much to his frustration, Head Slave-Butler Gnome did most of it. A bad performance would fall on him and he prided himself on being dutiful.

Night came when X fell dead tired over a blanket on his cell’s floor. Moonlight colored gray his surrounding darkness. He nailed his eyes at the ceiling.

“Uff... I’ve never worked so much in my life.”

[You did nothing.]

“Even that’s too much.”

[Get used to it... this is your life now.]

“Who are you cheering for? Shut up and let me sleep.”

His exhausted mind left him no energy to think nor to engage in a debate with a mirage. His eyes were closing when a voice interrupted his rest. It came from a dark corner outside his cell.

“Do you always speak alone this way?” a feminine voice said.

X turned around and saw the young Lady of House Liame.

“Not always... I’m not that far gone. Yet.”

She walked towards his cell and smiled at him.

“You lost something?” he broke the silence.

“Are you still angry I didn’t untie you back then?”

“I’d forgotten all about that.”

“You don't like me, I gather.”

“Quiet the contrary, young Lady.”

“You do like me?” she said barely raising her eyebrows.

“Quite the contrary.”

“Ahhh... You like games. Let’s play a game.”

“I’ll play with you tomorrow? Or better yet, after my duel.”

“I wasn't asking.”

“Not like I wanted to rest.”

“I knew you’d come around.” A teasing pause, then she continued. “I have the key to this prison. I could open this barred door, let you out. You don't have a slave collar, you could escape.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Does there always need to be a catch? Can’t people do things out from the bottom of their hearts?”

“Pure, noble people, sure. You? I think we both know the answer to this one.”

She bit her lower lip. “That’s what you think of me?”

“Am I wrong?”

She toyed with the key between her fingers. Then holding it steady she unlocked his cell. She walked in.

“I like your type. The geeky, frail, tall, average looking... male.”

“Sadly for you, you’re not my type.”

“Is that so? You like... let’s say... females like Ruianne?”

“Now we are talking. Supple breasts, ample hips, the smoothest, fair skin I’ve ever seen, face like-”

“I get it!” She interrupted X’s exposition of a fairer female. She began to be annoyed. “For a putrajada she’s pretty, but still a putrajada. And... she’d never give you the time.”

“And you would?” he said with an almost visible smirk.

She scuttled towards X and squatted besides him. While teasing his hair with her right hand, she spoke.

“I’m the one who asked mother to buy you. She doesn’t share my tastes but she understands me,” she murmured directly into his left ear. “When I saw you I felt... a rush... an excitement I haven't felt in ages. Pretty half-face... and half-monster... in a frail body... all mine to stain!” She changed position, kneeling with her legs open over his. “To take pleasure in your screams and helplessness.”

“And here I thought the one I should be careful of is your father.” He raised his left hand and put it over her cheek wanting to drive her face back from his intimate space. She felt his push, one not strong enough to overpower her. Instead it looked like a caress.

God... darn it.

She held his hand with hers.

“Truly helpless.” She dropped his hands and put hers over his abdomen, going lower. “I hope down there you’re not as unfit,” she said overacting a surprised face. Her hand kept going under his pants until she found what she was searching for, but his member didn’t show the faintest sign of life. She looked up and saw his bored faced, took her hand out and stood up.

“You’re one of those... that don’t fancy women’s intimate company it seems,” she sighted. “Of course you couldn’t enjoy-”

“Who says I’m not enjoying? I’m laughing all inside.” He smiled from ear to ear. “I just thought it’d be disrespectful to laugh aloud, but you seem the mature, serious, not totally batsssh- insane kinda gal, so don’t mind me while I do.” He then proceeded to laugh out loud.

An impulse to violence took hold. With her right heel she hammered the floor barely missing his family jewels, then went down taking hold of them with her left hand, squeezing hard.

“Ah... ah... young Ladyship... You said it was only a game...”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. And we are still playing.” Without loosing her grip she continued. “There’s a magik scroll... a friend of mine gave me. It’s to make males... function under any circumstance. It’s not one hundred percent fail proof so you might end up an eunuch but... that makes it even hotter, don’t you agree?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Pain raised from his privates.

“I do.”

“Then-”

“I did,” she spoke her thoughts. “It’s complicated.”

“Isn’t it always... Now, why don’t you go play with-?”

“Oh, but my relationship or lack of one has nothing to do with this.” She could see desperation rising on his face. Excitement rushed through her veins while she dominated the weak male elf slave. Her whole body trembled. She let go, she needed to be alone, fast. X’s teasing had been enough. For the time being.

“Well, what a shame... I don’t have the enchantment with me.”

“It won’t be necessary, trust me.”

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She smiled knowing her prey had nowhere else to run. After relaxing her posture she let go of him and stood up.

“By the way... You truly can’t cast magik! Not even to save your life!” She laughed.

“You thought it was a lie?”

“Uh... no. The slavers showed us the magik tests. It’s just... bizarre, and amazing in it’s own way. It picked my curiosity,” she said biting her lower lip.

With the show ending, she concluded her visit in a few words.

“I have the key to your freedom. You have... you. Sleep over it.”

The young Lady flew a kiss in his direction, locked his cell and disappeared upstairs. X was relieved she, and all her crazy shit vanished along with her inane blabber. He laid again over a thin blanket thinking profound matters.

Who would the Lady of this House type of male would be? The gnome? The beast!?

Too freakish to think about it.

“Rest, at last.”

To be fair he was fed, housed, and mistreated in the right amounts. He could understand how others would come to accept those set of circumstances, conforming to their lot in life, accepting it, maybe even enjoying and taking pride in their work. In this world or others there would always exist people kneeling in fear, vying to bow their heads and leave a record of whom did it lower and faster. But not him. He preferred to be king of ruin or the hells of pain but free to walk and do. The other slaves appeared to have some kind of plan. Good. At least he wasn’t surrounded by completely useless beings, nor cowards. A point in their favor.

Next day, after breakfast on his cell, X carried on with his duties. Head Slave-Butler Gnome gave him pretty easy tasks. He didn't want to but didn’t have a choice. All slave work fell on his shoulders as Head Slave-Butler and with the elf dying soon, it didn't bothered him much.

This morning the whole family had gone out. In such occasions the human servants were left in charge. Midday arrived when High Mountain brought X into the dinning room.

“I wasn’t finished with my work, gnome.”

“Like you'd ever finish it,” he replied as they came inside. “We have more important businesses to attend to.”

Their fellow slaves awaited them.

“This better be quick, while the humans are taking their rest,” said High Mountain.

“You talked to the Lords?” asked Ruianne.

“What of it?” X answered.

“This isn’t-!”

“Shhh, not so loud and keep it civil,” High Mountain reminded her not to loose her composure.

“You want to talk? Because I’ve got a lot of work to do...” He realized he would not get away easily this time. “Anyway, be quick cause my guy gnome here is always grumpy and rages if I don’t lick your Lords’ boots fast and hard enough. In my defense, he sets a pretty high bar.”

“You!? What you know of what I’ve suffered. What we’ve suffered!”

“Don't know, don't care. There’s only one thing I do care. Getting out. Now... you all know something about that, don’t you?”

“But we cannot trust you,” said Ruianne.

“Oh, but I’m getting out. With or without you. You have some plans about that. Sure. Will you be able to achieve them? Who knows.”

“And you would?”

“I’ve done more than all of you combined.”

“All talk.”

“You’ve done nothing but endanger us all.”

“You are shitty person!” the she-half-orc exclaimed.

“This is what you brought me here for?” He looked at High Mountain, then addressed everyone there. “How come I have no slave collar and all of you still do? I’m on friendly terms with Leandro. Gnome can attest to that.”

Silence.

“Cat ate your tongue?” he said looking at Ruianne. “No offense feline... Lumis.”

“Meowwne taken. And just Lumis prrr’ll suffice.”

“It was luck!”

“And yet here we are... Look, about me snitching, we already made a deal. If you want me to follow whatever plan you deviously crafted... I thought about it... and I don't work with amateurs. Go get yourselves killed. I can get my own freedom.”

Ruianne laughed. “You think you can break free by yourself? That humans will help, you, a twisted slave, to defeat Mitchell? And then a miracle will happen and they’ll let you walk away.”

“Why so pessimistic?”

“Humans hate us. They say kinn’hayas killed their king a long time ago. After his death they attacked, without warning, our borders and killed the males and did worst to the females and youngsters living there. We went after them... war began. Battle after battle, bloodshed after bloodshed. Bodies keep piling on,” Head Slave-Butler Gnome pointed out the deep rooted history of conflict between them and humans.

“Grrrrnnhh they hate us to the point brrwwof enslavement, torture and grrreath!”

“And that’s your plan? Trust a human and his word?” concluded Ruianne.

“Wait a minute, I want out of here. I don't care about humans or your grievances or royalty or whatever. I just want out. It doesn't matter if the humans get me out, I help them, if you help me out, I help you. If you hate humans, if non-humans this or that... Who cares. And guess what, there’s always someone else crapping on your parade or whatever you call pride these days. And this is why you are a bunch of freaking amateurs.”

“Miaoowww this is not working!

“No fucking shit!”

“Gnome!” Ruianne scolded him.

“Pardon, I’m...frustrated.”

She understood his frustration, she had it as well. Suddenly, all the plans they had painstakingly elaborated and carried on were in danger thanks to this elf and they couldn't dispose of him. It could endanger their plans further. Somehow they needed him to play along. Just enough. Ruianne understood this best of all.

“We want the same thing. Don't we?” A more collected Ruianne tried to appeal to his rational side.

“Finally! A freaking genius appears. I gather you are the... three-headed bimbo of this operation. The mastermind of this... carnival of aberrations.”

Gritting her teeth, she tried to keep her patience best she could.

“Inside this city... Yes. I’m the one organizing it.”

“Is that why your ego is big as your tits?”

Someone snickered along with X laugh.

“Respect Delia’ilu Ruianne! Aren’t you an elf yourself?! Have you fallen so low you cannot have some respect to your own kind!?”

“The dead don’t care about respect, or what you are, or think you could be. Do they?” He looked at everyone’s tense faces. “If I were a little bit stronger...” he ended musing to himself.

“You no honor freak!” the she-half-orc exclaimed.

They showed a modicum sense of integrity, some of them anyway, but it wasn’t enough.

“Have you looked at yourselves in a mirror? I swear into those demon-gods I’ll have my revenge when I meet them again. Which might be sooner than expected with you f-f-freaking débutantes.” He stared at them one by one. “Could be worst.”

“Delia’ilu. What about our plan...?” Gnome asked.

“You...” She stared at the weak elf before her. “But not now, we have no more time. All your stupid talk did is consume the little time we had. I’ll come by tonight to your cell.”

“A night visit. I like that. Do be careful, you might find me... occupied. Don’t be too jealous if that happens.”

Dismissing his mindless drivel, Ruianne adjourned the impromptu rebellious meeting and everyone went back to their duties.

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