A Spell I Tell You! - 9. Hope

.9 Hope

Nathen's View

I woke up to a sound of a door creaking open. My vision soon came to life. I looked around and found myself in an small basement, along the sides in it was bookshelves, and a person coming up to me. She wore tattered old dress. Her eyes were a resemble of Justin's except one of her eyes had a strange pattern. Her hair was tied up in a bun also.

"Hello deary? You awake?" She stared at me.

"I'm awake.." I grumble. "Where am I?"

"Oh good! Your awake. Our master bought you from the slave market, not that long ago."

"T-the slave market? When was this?"

"Two days ago. You were out dead, for along time, master thought we should just leave you to die."

"Two days? Ago? D-damn it..." I started to get up and a sharp pain started rushing through my body. I screamed in pain.

"Don't move!" She quickly patted me down, and I gave another scream of pain.

She got up and rushed out then in, with a bottle.

"Open your mouth, its good medicine." I did what she told me and she dribbled afew drops of the medicine into my mouth. I felt like I wanted more of it.

"More?" I groaned.

"I can't too much of this you might burn up." She pulled me up, without any problems.

"I'll go tell master your up, then we need to go work on the wheat farm." She ran out of the basement and I heard her footsteps go up alittle more.

I thought to myself, how could I be out for two days! I hoped Justin was doing alright, and wherever in the world is Cor at. Maybe their both alright. I thought to myself. The lady went back down and walked over to me, with an elder behind her.

"Hello." The old man said with a wave.

"Hello." I replied.

"I'll introduce myself and her to you. I'm Paul, and shes Keitha. Whats your name?"

"I'm Nathen. Nice to meet you both."

"Well nice to meet you Nathen, now I need you both to work on the wheat fields."

"Yes master," She jumped in.

"Call me Paul, not master." He started back out of the basement.

"I like to call him master, but you can call him Paul, he usually prefers that. So are you coming?"

"Yeah, but wait, where are we?"

"We're somewhere far away from a nearing town, I'l tell you that." She started up out of the basement.

Dang it, I don't wanna work, I need to go look for him. I just need to get my freedom maybe, thats all. I prayed, don't worry Justin, have hope, I'll find you.

Justin's View

I groaned as I began to wake up to the bare light of the cell, for my third day here. I was drenched in saliva and other fluids. I smelt really bad. My clothes were off somewhere in another room. I shivered in the cold cell, hoping they might get me a blanket some point, my throat was perched also, the stuff poured into my mouth didn't help. A peice of bread was always thrown in here and the only thing I ate.

I heard footsteps nearing the cell, and I pulled my arms and they didn't budge, then I remembered that I was chained. I heard his keys clicking open my cell door, and a man came in. He was 6"1, he had brown hair and hazel eyes. His eyes showed lust, and I started to squirm on the chains. He came up and pulled my jaw open and stuffed it with bread.

"Chow down whore, and eat it all this time, I don't wanna find half peices of bread on the floor during our "fun" time." He slammed the door cell door shut and went down the hall.

I tried to eat up all the bread I could, or he might whip me again. I just hoped Nathen will find me soon. The room was dreadful, it had fluids laying around, and a whip, along with other torture devices. He'd usually would whip me if I displease him, so I couldn't do much to get out. The cuffs were cold and I layed there freezing. I mostly wished he actually came in here, because he brings a torch for warmth everytime he comes over.

I heard sounds coming from another cell, and I had to hear it all. Screaming in pain was something I heard. I heard a sound of footsteps coming back and a click on my cell door. I prayed for help, and then the man stepped in.