A Lesson

Why had he done it? Because he could. Isn't that why most men do what they do? And, they expect certain things, for certain people to act in certain ways. And the slave did not.



A good slave knows how to tease and to tempt. This one did not. A good slave knows that their very existence was in the balance with each movement and each word. This one did not. A good slave would know the proper response to his question. This one did not. A good slave would know how to entice a man. This one did not. Even when his hand snaked out, fingers wrapping around her throat, a good slave would have known then, that she had made an error. This one did not. A good slave would have begged forgiveness. This one did not.



Was it because his brother sat there, and she expected him to intercede? Well, he didn't. Even when he lifted up and took her to his wagon, his brother did not stop him. His only words, were to not break his toy. He had no plan to break her, exactly.



When he questioned her in his wagon, he will admit that she was honest. To a point. But the point is, she just does not get it. She has an attitude that she has only one Master. He was going to endeavor to teach her differently.


Even when he stripped her, took her lips in a rape of a kiss, the reaction he got from her was unsatisfying. Did she think he would simply take his pleasure with her, then return her to his brother and it be over? Wrong. When he saw the binding of rope around her body and the knots, he had almost laughed. He can remember when old Nosam had taught them the knots as young boys. If he had wanted, he could have simply untied the knot, then bound and tied her back in the same fashion, with the same not, when he want. But, she needed to learn a lesson, so the rope was cut from her body. The rope that perhaps she thinks binds her to only one man.



He did not take her. Instead, she was chained to the slave ring in his wagon, and he left and returned to the fires.



When he had returned to the fire that night, he had tossed the severed rope to his brother and simply said that the slave needed time to think. And think she would, until he felt the need to release her from the slave ring in his wagon.



The next morning, he had his girl to take her food, and told her to make sure the brazier was fed and the wagon was kept warm, but to not talk to the enslaved creature. He had no doubts that his wishes would be fulfilled by the one he had taken as his.



There was simply an arrogance to the woman chained in his wagon that was unbecoming, and unattractive. Yes, she served, but it was with a manner that made her seem that she only did it out of duty to his brother. This was wrong. Every free man and woman in the camp was her better, and it was time for her to learn this. Some lessons are learned easily, and some in a much more difficult manner. He would see what her way of learning was.



Did he desire her? No. In fact, he did not have his brothers penchant for blue eyes, nor did he have visions of her lying in some supine position on his furs. He actually found her to be unattractive in a way. What he wanted for her to do, was learn what she was. A slave. Not some over-valued creature, but a simple slave to the Tuchuk. How quickly she learned this, would be up to her.



He would see that she was fed, kept warm and unharmed. For now. But, she would find plenty of time to think and reflect. Reflection is good for the soul. Even the soul of a beast.