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A young man with brown hair, green eyes and slightly pointed ears was bound in wires as a while van pulled over the house and threw him on the small pond in the middle.

Silly fools. The young man could drown and die considering he was all tied up and thrown face first into the water.

"Hope it's hell!" a slaver yelled at him as he barked a laugh and they drove away.

The young man struggled to break free but failed. He was running out of breath as he tried to scream, bubbles burst out of his mouth.
Maybe he was going to die now, but he wasn't gonna give up that easily. He tried to struggle again until he was able to pull his face out of the pond muck and hauled himself up for air.

He was able to do so, but he fell back down and half of his face was submerged in water again while the other half was gasping for breath.

"Help?" he called, his voice being gurgled by the green pond water. "...half drowning here!!" he coughed out the water he accidentally breathed in, but found that only more water rushed inside his wind pipe as h tried to struggle.

Then, it began to rain. Hard.

"Oh great." the young man muttered with a sigh.

The young man gasped as his head was roughly pulled out of the water by the crow.
"Yael." he gasped for air. "At your service." He displayed a mischievous glint in his eyes and quite a bit of a smirk. "You're... different. All my previous master were...normal. And very colorful. Is black in among the female race nowadays?"

His reckless tongue often gets him into trouble but he was used to it. He tried to sit up and shake the crow off his head but it wouldn't move away. The rain went on, it seems that the storm was covering the area already.
"So, are we just gonna stay here and wait to be struck by lightning or do you want to go inside" he grinned. Yael, even if he is a slave, was very picky and a bit spoiled since he was a former elf prince before he was betrayed by his own brother.

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Yael exhaled sharply as he fell backwards and into the muck again, getting the mud on his hair and everything else. Doing his best to ahul his self up again, it wasn't easy.

Yael trodded into the marsh behind the woman. "Well aren't you claiming the impossible?" he grinned. "In this litte condition of mine, it's not only water that will get the floors wet." Yael opened the door and stepped inside, staining the carpet with mud. "See? Wet wet wet..." he grinned wolfishly. "I guess you're not fond seeing the obvious?"

Laughable. Yael was still a spoiled prince at hard even if he had already accumulated plenty of scars from torture. But his hope was dying and he believed that everyday was his last. A slave's life was unpredictable and Yael can't do anyhing about it... but to mask his pain and loneliness with his smiles and his personality.

"Mind telling me your name, sunshine?" he asked, flashing a smile at her while obviously hinting his witty sarcasm as he looked at her all black get-up.

Yael, being all care-free, did not have a care in the world. He only wanted to be happy and he didn't care what price he paid. If he needed to die for it, the let it be.

"Thanks, ms. No Name." Yael took the glass from her and gulped it all down. "Cheers. That was good water... the last time I had potable water was back at..." then Yael gasped and dropped writhing on the floor like a fish out of water. He started to hallucinate as extreme pain ran through his body. He knew immidiately that it was his mistress's doing.
But Yael didn't care, and even if he saw terrible real life nightmares and his body curled and convulsed with burning acid pain, he still wore a pained smile on his lips.

She wasn't gonna get rid of him that easily, because no matter how desperate Yael may be with getting happiness, he still wanted to live. He still wanted to laugh and smile and cry and make a woman feel special.
He still wanted to love.

But heck, this crazy lady in black here was going to extremes to punish him. But Yael believed, that no matter how dark a being ay be, there is always a small speck of light inside. That was elven philosophy.

"M-mi-mi-mmmmistre-eeess." Yael stammered, his voice uneven with pain. "Why is it so d-adaaark?" his vision clouded.
Reaching out, he crawled and fetl for her boot and grasped it. "So.. y-you're like t-the o-other hhuh?" he smiled, painfully as he stared blindly, his body writing in pain even more before throwing up blood at her feet.
"I-I'm used t-o it. but I don't care." he grinned a bloody smile.
"I know... I feel... that you're not evil."

Then he passed out on the floor below her, being engulfed in a nightmare that left him writhing and twitching even in his sleep.

Yael groaned in pain as Rachelle dragged him by his hair, and to add to that, whatever she made him drink was making him feel like s**t.
Everything was dark, Yael felt like it was a dreamless sleep, but he was very very much awake. His eyes were glazed with a blank glassy stare into nothingness.

"Happiness is worth dying for." he muttered, a pained smile on his lips. He graoned in pain again when she threw him in that room and shut the door. "See you at dinner, sunshine." his voice cracked.

Yael laid motionless in the dark, she had made him drink something dark and being a creature of light, that concoction is toxin to him. His body responses to the poison, a small blotchy circle appeared on his right wrist, a few minutes later, tiny veins began to branch out, all going in one direction.

If those black branchy veins reach his heart, he will die. But Yael will never tell that to Rachelle. He doesn't want to make her worry or trouble her. If his death will bring amuse her, then she'd be even more thrilled to find him one day dead on the cold floor. It can be like a surprise party for her.

With a shaky left hand, Yael puleld down his long right sleeve to cover the signs of the branching poison. Rachelle can't find out about this, not yet. But now that his dayes were counted, he will stop at nothing to put even a small warm smile on his mistress's lips. He will stop at nothing to bring out the tiny light in her. It was his dying wish.

Who knows? He might even get lucky.

In his prince state of mind, he's disgusted by his own masochism. But as a slave desperate forwarm kiss of love, if his mistress is pleased, then he is as well.

The room was terrible, the smell of rrot, moss, mud and grime surrounded him. He heard noises, and suddenly, Yale felt frightened. Terrified. But he has to endure this even if it was tearing his psychologically

Yael knew that Rachelle was trying to break him. But he refused to break until he sees her true light. Then maybe, he can die happy.

Ah... love trully is strange. One thing that supports that theory, is that Yael doesn't even know why he's so fond of this psychotic woman who is trying to kill him.

Yael heard a plate being dropped before him, but his eyesight was still hazy from all the terrible bright colors that were mixing in his mind and thanks to the toxin his mistress made him drink, was making him see painful swirly images of creatures. It tortured his mind as his head ached terribly.

“For me?” He grinned weakly, crawling towards the spilled food. “How kind, mistress. I was expecting that you would force me to eat maggots if not starve me to death.” But Rachelle had already shut the door.
Yael was starving because he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in months. His current poor health made his condition worse and his weakened body would probably be consumed by the poison much faster than expected. He was running out of time. Yael wanted to eat, but the when he picked up a slice of beef and chewed it, he just ended up throwing it up again. Yael was only able to consume one slice before crawling away from the plate.

Going to a corner near the door, Yael curled up into a ball and hugged himself as he laid on the cold floor. They had subsided, but he still felt nauseous from the lack of food, vertigo and the poison in his system. He pulled up his sleeve and saw the black veins had grew a few centimeters already from the black circular mark on his wrist. Pulling his sleeve down again, Yael just smiled to himself.

“Mistress.” He called, closing his eyes so that he wont be able to see the terrible head aching colors and illusions anymore. “I promise you won’t regret buying me. I’ll make your money worth the deal!” he smiled to himself. “Please let me out.” He said hushed to himself. “Let me spend time with you while I still can. I haven’t got long. Please… save me. I… don’t want to die.” Who does, right?

Yael grimaced as a churning pain hit his stomach and he threw up blood again before falling asleep.

Yael heard footsteps nearing the special room. He had been locked up for twenty four hours and his strength was fading, the veins had grew a couple of more centimeters. It was still far from the fatal point which was his heart, but it was slowly killing him inside. Even if he was dying, he still had that pained goofy smile on his face. Yael probably has at least one month to live before the veins reach and devour his heart. But it didn't matter, there was nothing to live for anyway. Though it would be nice to see his mistress smile even once before he passes away.

"Oh, you're back, Sunshine." He grinned weakly as he cracked one blood shot eye open and stared at her with the emerald green orb which was his eye. "What? A contract you say?" Yael struggled to sit up which took him quite a while to do so since his body ached terribly from the poison.

"Well, If it means I get to stay and pester you until you smile with your heart to me then I don't really give a damn if the contract consists of a creepy cult sacrifice."

Yael leaned on a wall and made sure his right arm was properly covered so that she wouldn't see the crawling black veins. He did not want o worry her nor did not want to be reminded of his approaching death due to a dark contamination in his light soul.
Leaning his head up to rest the throbbing pain, and as he did so, some of the rich brown locks covering the upper half of his face pushed back and revealed his beautiful emerald green eyes.

He stared at the dark woman with them, looking deep in her black ones. He looked at her. Studied her. And he decided, with a little brightness, a trip here and there, She looked absolutely beautiful.

Then, Yael chuckled, his voice deep, rich and velvety but husky from the terrible state he was in. "Rachel..." he said her name for the first time. He heard her name from one of the minions who brought him food, and her name was spoken with fear. But Yael thought so otherwise. In Yael's opinion, her voice sounded angelic.

"Rachel," he chuckled again. "Contract or no contract..." his emerald orbs locked with her obsidian ones, "I'm already yours."

Literally, since he was her slave. But Rachel intrigued him, and Yael wants to go and dig her out of the darkness she's in. He wants to bring out the real her. But if he fails, then he fails. He won't complain since it was his choice in the first place.
And with Rachel's attitude, Yael knew that it won't be easy. It would even threaten his life, but he didn't care since he was already dying.
Yael's prince mentality yelled at him for being so stupid. For choosing to a lay down a card he knew had a tiny chance of winning. But Yael was willing to play with that tiny chance and he was laying down his own life as collateral if he loses. If it was his death that would change her, then at least it would change her. But if it doesn't, well... Yael died stupid.

But then again, he had nothing to lose. No throne, no kingdom. No gold, nor gems. No territory, no clothes nor riches. No mother, father, sister or aunt. No crown, no glory.

Just his life that he lost the sense of worth on ages ago when he was betrayed by his people and was thrown to slavery. Dark, damp and cold nights alone. A lonely cell with flies and rotting food. Sadness and longing that was eating him up inside.

Yael would rather die with Rachel torturing him to death rather than alone with the flies. Yael would rather love, fail and be killed by this woman rather that not having to experience it at all.

Yes, Yael is a fool to do this. But then again, he had nothing to lose but his life.

"So," he said, smiling at her painfully. "Where do I sign, mistress?"