Anput

Drakorian Slave

• She was young when her family and tribe had been ripped apart by Wyrmme slavers. She remembered it vividly as it had been four days after her 10th name day. She remembered watching from the safety of her hiding spot as her father and the best warriors of the tribe charge bravely to fight against the wyrmmes, and she remembered watching as one of the wyrmme crushed his head like one would an insect. Despite her hiding she was enslaved. Those that survived the attack were also enslaved. Her family was divided and sent out to different areas, never to be seen again by her, except for one; Her mother.. Her mother quickly was put to work as a concubine, or more accurately, something to be used and abused at the leisure of her master, whoever they may be, while Anput was used for more menial tasks. She never saw what her mother did, just knew that she was always around whoever her master was. There was a lot of talk, but it wasn't anything she understood. It wouldn't be until she was much older that she really came to understand. For now she was young, weak and powerless to fight against them, but she wouldn't be weak for long and while she could not win against them, she could stay alive against others.. Within five years she grew into her awkward lanky build, filling out in ways that made her look less an adolescent cub and more like a young femme. Another three years later and she learned what her place would be. She would share the fate of her mother, she would be used as a concubine in the same way. For pleasure of others. Her mother refused this future for her daughter and lashed out, managing to grievously injure the master. Her punishment was swift. Her arm was snapped like a twig and she was thrown into the courtyard. Anput was forced to watch as they stomped her mother to death. She recalled hearing among the screams, that her mother told her not to cry. It was the final thing told to her before she too was crushed like an insect.

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  The following months passed almost like a blur.. The brutality of it all hit her once more when she was made to fight with another slave for the amusement of their masters. She thought that she was a pleasure slave, but it would seem that this entertainment was part of that. The reason why for this did not make sense to her, but not much of this did.. It was to settle some sort of dispute and so when it came time to settle it, only Anput was able to walk afterwards.. In the next few years, this would not be the last time it happened either. She would grow stronger after that.. Strong enough that she thought she could take on her master.
  
  She was mistaken, however and her attack on them came with swift punishment. Her fingers were broken at the first joint on each digit and then the claws were ripped out one by one in a slow and agonizing process.. It had been kind in comparison to the alternative.. After this one would think that she would have learned her lesson, but sadly she had not and would try once more, just a couple of months later. The same thing happened to the other paw too. Despite the agony that she was in, he was quick to put her back to work underneath him. The reality of it was finalized there and even as she thought to strangle him at one point.. When she actually tried, it did nothing to stop him from having what he wanted, and so she stopped trying.

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