Chapter 7
by 
Abdulalahazred
"Now... Your niece?" Calob prompted.
“Yes...”
"The Northern Lakes are five days' away. My niece is young, but fertile. A beauty, twice as gorgeous as I am, and as yet unmarried. My father, the Great Moff, would offer her in exchange for my ransom. Return me safe and undefiled, and you can marry into his family, gain lands as as his Vassal, and never work another day."
Her offer hardly interested Calob. The neice sounded interesting but hardly worth the effort. By the time he went there and returned his ship would be gone. No. He was interested in her. She was by far lovelier than any girl he'd seen here. And she was his ****, his property. One did not bargain with ones property...
Jin whistled. "What luck. A family of gorgeous girls and money. What a pity you're minting it already, eh Sir?" Calob smirked in agreement at Jin's comment.
Roselle turned, staring angrily at Jin, then back to Sir. "What did I just swallow..?"
Calob considered the serum he had given her. He'd heard stories of the effects of Acteon **** serum, done simulations on the effects of his own modified serum but wanted to see its effects first hand. "You've ingested something new..." He said enigmatically, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
He went to work on her wrists with a knife, cutting the bonds. He left her ankles tied. "I hope I did not hurt you when I took you from your slaver..." He said, as close to an apology she deserved. "But forget your family. You're a **** now. My ****."
On the word ****, Roselle curled up into a ball on her back, and kicked with both feet straight into Calob's face.
His reflexes were deft enough to brace his neck as her legs kicked out. She caught purchase and managed to shove him off balance, but only slightly.
There was a clang as Jin dropped the items. Roselle leapt out of his grasp, fumbled the landing, and collapsed at Calob's feet, angry. Jin managed to stomp an ankle under a heavy boot, and grasped a hold of her long waist-length hair with his fingers.
"Fiesty one. Say the word and I'll sell her back to the slaver."
"I will not be your ****," hissed Roselle, angry. "You are just a lowly Knight. You are a nothing."