Sequel to the Hollow Part One. Content is very mature, with sexual explicit material.
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Two weeks since her incarceration and Avis was still not accepting of the situation. There was no willingness in her to partake in the sexual pleasures of the man she was forced to call 'master'. Nothing that he could say or do could persuade her heart to one time have a peaceful night with him. He was a man of ropes and binds, and that, she was told, would always remain - it was, after all, the style of the Hollow - yet fighting and cursing him was another part. Three times more in those two weeks had he beaten her back. Four times had he taken her on the bed. Once she had tried to run, and she had spent two days and nights wrapped in the bonds, without food. He had threatened a week before, but his lust for her flesh had weakened his stance, and six hours of pain and unconsented intercourse had been her final punishment.
The one thing that had happened, however, was that she had begun to respond to the name they gave her. Stare. It was a name that was for her surrounded in history. She had not been amused when they had told it to her, but the same memories of the many previous times it had been thrown around by the other members of the kegareta - the kenku outcasts who lived outside of the protection of the law - and used as a teasing name. As time had gone on, those children of thieves and killers had begun to use it more commonly, and so thus to some she had just become known as that. Stare. All to do with the way her eyes could pierce a man's soul, understand his deepest desires.
So the tales went. Really, she was simply excellent at letting her eyes portray her hatred and scorn and disgust; something that having a large beak take up most of your face disallowed the usual recognised expressions. Kenku, after all, conferred their feelings through body language, communal grooming, however backwards and uncivilised that sounded to some, and soft noises. Clicking on the inside of your beak could make a myriad of different sounds, and could communicate anything from distaste to anger to lust. Avis usually used it here to meant the former. It was all she had kept, really, of her richly feudal culture.
The day was a warm one, apparently. So had her porter told her as he brought in her meal. He was a kindly man, as kindly as the people here got. His name was Jared, and he was an elf from the northern Raiearan mountains. He had come to Beinost a pauper, and after looking for a job had somehow gotten himself into one of the Hollow's Brothers' (or 'hosts' as Vitruvion liked to call them) outside work. That had eventually led him to here where they had discovered he was an excellent cook. And after that ... Well. At least Avis was not underfed, not ever given poor quality food. According to Vitruvion if there was one thing he would do, it was to make certain his girls were healthy.
Right now Avis was making her way slowly through a large pork steak and a side of roasted vegetables. She had her legs drawn up underneath her. The thin one foot of chain, that permanently was fixed around her legs in her room when she was alone, dangled lightly to the floor. She sat on the now second chair in the room, for Vitruvion had decided he might one day wish to dine with her, resting her elbow on the table. She had been alone for most of the last two days, apart from Jared's visit, and she was beginning to like it. She enjoyed being lost in her own thoughts, planning her next revenge, and letting her eyes wander over the vast tapestries on her room's walls. It was a good time, a peaceful time, and would only have been better had she been allowed paper and a quill.
When she was half way through a rather large chunk of meat she heard the lock of the door begin it's familiar scrape. Quite alarmed, for Jared usually gave her far longer than this to finish her food, Avis prepared to stand and fend off whatever brutality was coming her way now. Tensing at that thought, and groaning because she was only part the way through her food, she prepared to do what was needed to protect herself.
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