There was a loud scream outside which followed by a yell from one of the guards before silence followed. The lord woke up with a jolt and sat up on his soft bed; beside him laid his new plaything still fast asleep, the marks he had left on her from their last round of play still fresh and bright on her skin under the light of the moon.
What was that noise? He scowled deep and angry; someone will be getting whipped tonight for daring to interrupt his rest. Grabbing his cloak from nearby, the man quickly wrapped it around his bare waist before quickly making his way towards the door, only to have it burst open making him jump backward in surprise.
There stood a tall, dark cloaked man. The blade in his hand gleamed in sharpness only dulled slightly from blood that dripped down its edge the hand that gripped its hilt was drenched in blood itself. The stranger's other hand held a fistful of hair in which was attached to a severed head; it was Kamal, one of his house guards.
The lord found himself frozen in both fear and shock as his wide eyes were drawn up to the intruder's face and he felt ice run through his back as he met a pair of cold blue eyes, eyes that seemed to glow were filled with hate and murder.
"La... man anta?!(No... who are you?!)" he managed to croak stepping back away from the dark man. The other didn't answer as he merely stepped forward, throwing the head he had in hand aside. The lord nervously eyed the rolling head and knew then that he will meet with a similar fate.
"Please, who are you?! I give you anything! You want gold? I have many!" he began to beg, feeling his knees failing him he dropped to the ground. Again the male didn't say anything only merely stood above him as he groveled, gaze still locked with his like a predator backing off its prey to certain doom.
One quick swipe of the blade opened the lord's throat, and as the man gurgled in his own blood, Hassan reached down and with one hand to hold the other man by the back of his head as his now free sword hand ripped through the opening of the severed throat, pulling out his windpipe and a part of his esophagus in which he shoved the bloody dripping meat into the dying man's mouth.
He was not done yet. Hassan had seen a glimpse of what this filthy lowlife had done to Roslynn and as he kicked the man to the floor he took up his sword once more and stabbed through the cloth that wrapped around the man's waist. It pierced through the lord's groin making the male prone before him jerk and knew he would have screamed in agony if his throat wasn't ripped out leaving him half dying. Hassan took pleasure in twisting the hilt about as he gouged the steel within the man's flesh in between his legs before he carved his way up.
Stepping over the mutilated body of the now dead lord, Hassan approached the bed where Roslynn was sitting up and staring at him wide eyed with those deep bright blue eyes of her. She was badly bruised and battered, yet still very much alive. And in that moment, Hassan welcomed the feeling of relief that swept over him.
He had so many questions to ask the girl, but a loud crash from outside and the yelling of what he could only guess was the city guards told him then was not the time for conversation. Hassan offered his bloodied hand to Roslynn who took it quickly. He stripped his cloak from his back and bundled her within it warm depths before both quickly made their escape out through the open window nearby and ran swiftly out to the night and alleyways of the madeenah.
Just a chapter out of Roslynn and Hassan's story, base on the part where Roslynn was sold into slavery (by Hassan btw...) and bought by an asshole of a lord. But, something happened that made Hassan came back for her, and well, all hell broke lose as you can see. It's pretty much a beginning on the 'bond' that they'll find out later on that has been fused into their soul...
I know in the story Hassan is supposed to give her the cloak that he is wearing, but seeing on how I have an extra cloak lying around might as well just give him to wear for the shot too. lul
And yeah she is supposed to be 'bruised and beaten' while Hassan is suppose to be bloodied up but hey, imagination ppl.
And texts in picture are lyrics base on this song (The Lie Eternal) by Poets of the Fall youtu.be/EStqxH53QG4 I know I've been spamming their lyrics everywhere I just love this band so much ugh
___________________________________Roslynn McAndrews (Iplehouse Eva) belongs to
Hassan (Iplehouse Arvid) belongs to me.