Elodie Ramirez
Macee's Chronicles of GOR : Anango, the ravencliff
I'am a warrior, not because i always win.. but because i will always fight...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_4a5iVdha8&ab_channel=TMCPro...
Anango, the ravencliff : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ravencliff/62/134/26
""The band of drunken men surrounded her.. she was trapped, in a middle of circle made of muscles and testosterone, with a scent of alcohol, sweat and salt.. Her bodyguard, was laying, hard dead, sliced throat, nearby, his last breath and gurgle noise of agony, was like dark echo in her mind.. like woods for the fire of her fear. Her heart was pumping so hard, she can feel it trying to break her ribcage and her corset from the inside. Froozen, tetanized by the awfull fear.. she was trying to calm her body shaking, holding her both hands one into another.. scrathing her palm with her nails until she bleed.. In one look she knew she’s have no chance to runaway or fight.. The four men’s was tall, heavy, drunked.. and really.. really angry by her last talk.. she spoke too fast, too honestly.. like always.. Her family warned her.. they even punish her for make her understand to hold that tongue.. To behave.. to calm down her inner fire.. But when you kick of the natural.. it run back more faster..
In one finger move to one of his men, the leader make him understand to prepare collar, cuffs, chains.. lot of chains.. “ so many chains mate.. than she will bend under the weight.. until she can move only that arrogant tongue ! “ he ordered.
Two men’s grab hers arms with powerful strength.. almost breaking her bones under the firm grip on her skinny body.. immobilizing her on place, when the third run.. jumping for avoid the corpse of her escort.. slaughtered like a lamb.. and go grab the chains, collars, and cuffs… the man in charge, him.. face the women, looking into her scared eyes.. Then.. he grab her chin, and force her to rise her face, for face him. “ Speak.. You have a little time before my men get back with all I need for enslave you.. Speak.. it will be your last words as freewomen.. so choose them carefully…”
She squirm.. struggle, and finaly have her head out of the man’s grip.. She breath hard.. try to calm down the panic crysis… feeling the adrenaline, run into her veins and her lungs in fire.. her eyes was looking in the void.. but moved like lighting strike.. so fast, to right to left.. looking in some invisible things.. digging in her brain and in her memory.. trying to choose her words and to fight her fear.. She took the time she has.. then the rusty iron noise come to her ear.. as the guy come back slowly with a dirty toothless smile on his face.. bringing collar, cuffs, chains.. a lot of chains….
Under the noise, a crow, probably busy to sleep somewhere nearby.. make his croak noise, loudly.. and then take his fly, out to the door, for join the sky.. She ear the black feather birds.. she locked her gaze on his fly to the freedom of the sky.. and she know.. It was a all’s father sign…. When she stop watch to the bird, for see the leaders of the men, take a big rusty iron collar on his hands and force for spread the iron, to open it, almost on the point to put it on her neck.. she finaly spoke..
Nobody we never know what stopped the men.. her voice ton.. powerful, confidant, strong.. or her look.. as her eyes, was not the same.. full of strong will, burning of the inner fire her mother’s gifted her.. Studborn like a north women.. strong and beautiful as the deadly and mesmerizing mountain of the Thorvaldsland..
“ You can doom me to the iron, you can cover me of chains, until I cant move any muscle but my tongue, you can torture me, rape me, cut me in piece.. You have the power to do it, I cant prevent you.. But if you think in any moment.. that I will bow in front of you, that you will broke me, or that I will bent under your power.. you are wrong.. Kill me, kill me now, or let me go… Because I will never obey, I will never be a slave.. I’am a warrior. Do you hear me ? I’am a warrior..Not because I always win.. I have loose, I admit it.. but because I always fight.. and trust me I will fight.. until my last breath come out of my broken body.. So kill me, kill me or let me go.. “ She spoke.
She spoke.. and the silent who come next, was loud like thunder.. the leader was like hit by heart attack.. his men’s was lost, looking at him without know what to do.. The chef taking the power of her words in full face.. Taking a time for his brain to assimilate all.. and then he give a look to the dead corpse of the women’s escort on the stone floor, bleeding out on the rug.. then to the women.. still looking at him with those eyes.. full of will, burning with some fire.. she was not shaking anymore.. she was not crying or fighting.. she was just leading the war into another ground.
Silence.. eyes games..
Then he let the rusty iron collar go.. falling on the floor. And give at his men a sign to release her.
“ Let her go.”
She take her arms back to her control, and adjust her dress, and pride.. Even take the time to replace her braided hair on her shoulders correctly. Before walk, straight to the door, head up. Proud and strong. Like if nothing happened.. The four men’s was mouth open.. frozen in stupefaction. Before one speak first.
“ Someone explain what just happened ?! and who the fuck she was ?” he spit between his rotten teeth.
The chef didn’t answer...his heart was in race.. he just looked at the women living the place through the dark corridor to the docks and the light of freedom. He cant see, but she was crying, smiling, and watching the sun until her eyes was painfull and almost blind… she stop at the door..and look back to the darkness of the tavern, before leave that damned place for good...Free, unbowed, unbent, unbroken…
And we can ear the crow’s sing, all the rest of the day..
Macee's Chronicles of GOR : Anango, the ravencliff
I'am a warrior, not because i always win.. but because i will always fight...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_4a5iVdha8&ab_channel=TMCPro...
Anango, the ravencliff : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ravencliff/62/134/26
""The band of drunken men surrounded her.. she was trapped, in a middle of circle made of muscles and testosterone, with a scent of alcohol, sweat and salt.. Her bodyguard, was laying, hard dead, sliced throat, nearby, his last breath and gurgle noise of agony, was like dark echo in her mind.. like woods for the fire of her fear. Her heart was pumping so hard, she can feel it trying to break her ribcage and her corset from the inside. Froozen, tetanized by the awfull fear.. she was trying to calm her body shaking, holding her both hands one into another.. scrathing her palm with her nails until she bleed.. In one look she knew she’s have no chance to runaway or fight.. The four men’s was tall, heavy, drunked.. and really.. really angry by her last talk.. she spoke too fast, too honestly.. like always.. Her family warned her.. they even punish her for make her understand to hold that tongue.. To behave.. to calm down her inner fire.. But when you kick of the natural.. it run back more faster..
In one finger move to one of his men, the leader make him understand to prepare collar, cuffs, chains.. lot of chains.. “ so many chains mate.. than she will bend under the weight.. until she can move only that arrogant tongue ! “ he ordered.
Two men’s grab hers arms with powerful strength.. almost breaking her bones under the firm grip on her skinny body.. immobilizing her on place, when the third run.. jumping for avoid the corpse of her escort.. slaughtered like a lamb.. and go grab the chains, collars, and cuffs… the man in charge, him.. face the women, looking into her scared eyes.. Then.. he grab her chin, and force her to rise her face, for face him. “ Speak.. You have a little time before my men get back with all I need for enslave you.. Speak.. it will be your last words as freewomen.. so choose them carefully…”
She squirm.. struggle, and finaly have her head out of the man’s grip.. She breath hard.. try to calm down the panic crysis… feeling the adrenaline, run into her veins and her lungs in fire.. her eyes was looking in the void.. but moved like lighting strike.. so fast, to right to left.. looking in some invisible things.. digging in her brain and in her memory.. trying to choose her words and to fight her fear.. She took the time she has.. then the rusty iron noise come to her ear.. as the guy come back slowly with a dirty toothless smile on his face.. bringing collar, cuffs, chains.. a lot of chains….
Under the noise, a crow, probably busy to sleep somewhere nearby.. make his croak noise, loudly.. and then take his fly, out to the door, for join the sky.. She ear the black feather birds.. she locked her gaze on his fly to the freedom of the sky.. and she know.. It was a all’s father sign…. When she stop watch to the bird, for see the leaders of the men, take a big rusty iron collar on his hands and force for spread the iron, to open it, almost on the point to put it on her neck.. she finaly spoke..
Nobody we never know what stopped the men.. her voice ton.. powerful, confidant, strong.. or her look.. as her eyes, was not the same.. full of strong will, burning of the inner fire her mother’s gifted her.. Studborn like a north women.. strong and beautiful as the deadly and mesmerizing mountain of the Thorvaldsland..
“ You can doom me to the iron, you can cover me of chains, until I cant move any muscle but my tongue, you can torture me, rape me, cut me in piece.. You have the power to do it, I cant prevent you.. But if you think in any moment.. that I will bow in front of you, that you will broke me, or that I will bent under your power.. you are wrong.. Kill me, kill me now, or let me go… Because I will never obey, I will never be a slave.. I’am a warrior. Do you hear me ? I’am a warrior..Not because I always win.. I have loose, I admit it.. but because I always fight.. and trust me I will fight.. until my last breath come out of my broken body.. So kill me, kill me or let me go.. “ She spoke.
She spoke.. and the silent who come next, was loud like thunder.. the leader was like hit by heart attack.. his men’s was lost, looking at him without know what to do.. The chef taking the power of her words in full face.. Taking a time for his brain to assimilate all.. and then he give a look to the dead corpse of the women’s escort on the stone floor, bleeding out on the rug.. then to the women.. still looking at him with those eyes.. full of will, burning with some fire.. she was not shaking anymore.. she was not crying or fighting.. she was just leading the war into another ground.
Silence.. eyes games..
Then he let the rusty iron collar go.. falling on the floor. And give at his men a sign to release her.
“ Let her go.”
She take her arms back to her control, and adjust her dress, and pride.. Even take the time to replace her braided hair on her shoulders correctly. Before walk, straight to the door, head up. Proud and strong. Like if nothing happened.. The four men’s was mouth open.. frozen in stupefaction. Before one speak first.
“ Someone explain what just happened ?! and who the fuck she was ?” he spit between his rotten teeth.
The chef didn’t answer...his heart was in race.. he just looked at the women living the place through the dark corridor to the docks and the light of freedom. He cant see, but she was crying, smiling, and watching the sun until her eyes was painfull and almost blind… she stop at the door..and look back to the darkness of the tavern, before leave that damned place for good...Free, unbowed, unbent, unbroken…
And we can ear the crow’s sing, all the rest of the day..