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Hello. The name's Kara, but I'm guessing you knew that if you're here . I'll find you anything-- people, things, whatever. I get to name the price, though. Pay high enough and I'll look away from what you're doing with what I found for you. But you better be really sure of what you want, because if there's one thing I know-- it's that looks can be deceiving. ((Kara is an OC that will RP with anyone. I track the tag caughtinthenight))
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25. You gotta be a little rougher.

Oh really? Well, sorry if my fighting’s a bit too dainty for you, Rogers. Shame I wasn’t gifted with super strength.

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I could say the same about you behind closed doors. The bedroom, for instance.

I’m just saying you need a bit more power behind your punches if you plan on taking someone my size down. Either that or be a bit quicker.

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Rougher in the bedroom…. how so exactly… have I been doing something wrong?

Power? Quicker? Steve, I’ve been getting in fights and winning since I was in diapers. It used to be my job to kill guys your size. When exactly did you start being able to do that again?

Well, you’re not exactly making the best use of the super strength you feel so compelled to flaunt in my face now, are you? Why do I always feel like you’re carefully making love to a feather pillow?

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara had left the cell but had suspended the rest of her duties for the day, opting to watch the man through a camera for hours. She would take him off the chains when the fight had left him, and not a moment sooner. 

When he slumped in the chains for the final time she walked briskly to his cell, looking him over. She brushed the hair out of his face to get a look at him. “I am truly sorry,” she whispered. It was not the slave’s fault that he fought so hard. It was the fault of his previous masters. If he had been trained properly, it would not be such a painful process for him to be broken now. True, she enjoyed the task; but slaves were just barely human and could not be depended upon to act correctly unless taught. Clearly his previous masters had never taught him correctly. Well, she would.

She freed him from the chain on his neck before pulling the knife out of him, unbinding his feet and then his wrists. She called in two slaves and loaded him onto a stretcher, putting a hand reassuringly on his shoulder as she had him carried back to her quarters.

Once inside she had the slaves lay the stretcher in her vast bathroom and knelt down beside him, treating his wounds just as she had on the first day. He would learn to obey, truly, with a willing heart. In time.

Steve was too out of it to really care about her touching his face or that she was sorry. If he had been more coherent he would have scoffed and pulled away spitting in her face. As it was he was injured already and didn’t want to see more slaves get injured because of him.

He gasped in a breath as the chain was freed from his neck and coughed. He cried out in pain as she pulled out the knife, blood spilling more freely to the floor. He coughed as she freed the rest of his body, blood coming up out of his mouth. The knife twisting in his stomach had caused a lot of damage.

He moaned as he was carried away and laid on the bathroom floor. What was going on? He felt like he was dying. He whimpered and roared in pain as she touched his stomach, not realizing she was tending his wounds. It seemed like she was trying to torture him even more.

Kara frowned as the slave cried out in pain, seeing the blood on his lips from where he had coughed up his own blood. Simply stitching that wound up would not be enough. She reached in her first aid kit and took out two pills of her strongest sedative. “Take these,” she ordered softly, lifting his head to help him take them and giving him a drink of water to wash them down.

Once she was sure he was unconscious- since his stomach was undoubtedly bleeding, it took a bit longer than normal- she cut into him, working to repair the internal damage she’d caused. She could have asked a doctor, yes, but she wanted to work exclusively with him for the first weeks, she’d now decided. No other influences.

She finished repairing the internal damage and sewed him back up, stitching up all the other injuries she’d caused with the lash. Taking advantage of his unconsciousness, she dragged him up onto her own bed to rest and went to her desk to work. She’d wait for him to wake up and they would handle things from there.

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25. You gotta be a little rougher.

Oh really? Well, sorry if my fighting’s a bit too dainty for you, Rogers. Shame I wasn’t gifted with super strength.

I could say the same about you behind closed doors. The bedroom, for instance.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara smiled as Steve struggled, enjoying the show as the girl was dragged in wailing. “We had an agreement, didn’t we, slave? ‘Losing control’, as you say, is really not appreciated.” She walked over and grabbed the girl by the hair, who was screaming and begging for mercy, for forgiveness, but put up no fight. Kara held up the girl for the slave to see, “observe. Here is a good slave. She knows her place.” She made a tsking noise with her mouth. “It’s quite a shame you had to go and lose control…” She turned her spiked rings in and struck the girl hard on the face, tearing off some flesh with the hooks as the girl’s screams of horror turned to ones of agony.

She threw the girl down on the ground. “You are being hurt because he was disobedient!” She snarled, taking a club from the wall and bringing it down hard on the girl’s back. Over and over she brought down the club until the girl became limp on the floor, her screams no more than weak cries of pain. She reached down and pulled the girl up by the collar of her now bloodied dress, “take her to the infirmary,” she instructed. “I don’t want to lose that child because of his idiocy.”

When the girl was dragged out Kara took a whip from the wall, holding it up so he could see the shards of glass that had been melted into it. “You will obey?” She asked, raising the whip and bringing it down on his chest, dragging it across his flesh. “You will do what I ask?” The whip was brought down again. Knowing his strength, she whipped until she was sure he had lost count, asking a question with every lash. She finally laid it down, letting a slave come take it to be cleaned. “Now I will leave you to think on your actions.” She left, closing the door behind her.

"I’m sorry…" Steve repeated begging that she would just attack him and not the girl. He had to look away as Kara struck her, "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…" Katie would probably hate him now. "Please stop…" He struggled against the chains trying to get to her, trying to protect her but he couldn’t. He only caused himself more pain. He sobbed as she was carried away. It was his fault. His fault that she had been hurt like that. No matter how much he begged it didn’t matter.

Every time the master asked a question he said yes. He would obey. He would do what she asked. He couldn’t go through that again. He couldn’t see someone else hurt because of him. He could hardly tell how many times he’d been lashed by the time she sat down the whip. He found it harder and harder to hold himself up. He was choking more and more. 

When she left he was so weak he slumped down the chains digging into his neck until he forced himself up again. The knife in his stomach was hurting him more than any of the lash marks. Blood oozed around the blade and onto the floor joining his blood from the other wounds.

Struggling for hours, he fought to hold himself up to get air but his wounds were keeping him from lifting up anymore. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive if she left him up for much longer. His vision was starting to blur. His body had slumped again and he was choking for air but he was so far gone he hadn’t even realized it. He thought he was passing out from blood loss. 

Moments later his body was limp, suspended in the chains, his air supply still cut off. 

Kara had left the cell but had suspended the rest of her duties for the day, opting to watch the man through a camera for hours. She would take him off the chains when the fight had left him, and not a moment sooner. 

When he slumped in the chains for the final time she walked briskly to his cell, looking him over. She brushed the hair out of his face to get a look at him. “I am truly sorry,” she whispered. It was not the slave’s fault that he fought so hard. It was the fault of his previous masters. If he had been trained properly, it would not be such a painful process for him to be broken now. True, she enjoyed the task; but slaves were just barely human and could not be depended upon to act correctly unless taught. Clearly his previous masters had never taught him correctly. Well, she would.

She freed him from the chain on his neck before pulling the knife out of him, unbinding his feet and then his wrists. She called in two slaves and loaded him onto a stretcher, putting a hand reassuringly on his shoulder as she had him carried back to her quarters.

Once inside she had the slaves lay the stretcher in her vast bathroom and knelt down beside him, treating his wounds just as she had on the first day. He would learn to obey, truly, with a willing heart. In time.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Steve’s heart broke as the girl started to cry again. He ran his fingers through her hair and made soft shushing noises trying to calm her down. “it will be alright… I’ll protect you…” He continued calming her until their door was thrown open. 

Steve rushed to grab the blanket to cover them up, blushing. However his cheeks reddened with anger at the master’s words. “She has a name you know! And so do I! You can’t just treat us like we are less than animals! We are people!” He growled hating what she was doing to them. He hated her. “Can’t you at least give us a few minutes to get our clothes on before you come barging in here!” He snarled not caring if he got beaten. Someone had to stand up to this bitch.

He stood not caring if she saw him naked anymore. He couldn’t take this. The man stood before her obviously thinking about snapping her neck right now. “I could kill you. I could break every bone in your body. You can’t keep treating people like this. I have been known to bite the hand that feeds me.” He snarled clearly more angry at her than he was scared of her.

Kara smirked as the slave walked over to her, the anger boiling over onto his face. Behind him the girl covered her mouth with her hands to suppress a scream, her eyes widening in terror seeing the expression on Kara’s face. Kara’s smile grew wider. The girl knew what would happen. The slave? He would learn.

"Bite the hand that feeds you?" She remarked, no fear behind her gaze. She chuckled, "So have I, my friend," she said calmly, a note of sarcasm on her last words. In the blink of an eye she’d pulled out her taser and set it to the highest level, jamming it into the hollow of his throat. When he went down she pulled a chain from the wall and bound it around his neck, summoning another guard. "Take the girl to cell three," she said quietly, and the girl screamed. "I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! IT WASN’T ME!" she wailed as the guard took her away. Kara took the chain and dragged the slave by the neck through her grounds, not caring if anyone saw him naked.

She took him to a cell and stood on a stool to hook the chain on his neck high above him so his feet didn’t touch the ground. She worked to get the rest of him chained so his arms were spread eagled on the wall. Only by pulling up on his arms could he get a moment’s rest from choking. She spread his feet apart and bound them so he couldn’t kick her but couldn’t use them to push up, either. She leaned in close. “You think I’m scared?” She whispered. “Of you? Look around you. Do you see any family? Brothers or sisters? A special someone? I didn’t think so.” She took a dagger and stabbed him in the stomach, twisting it. “I’m not afraid of you. Because I’ve got nothing to lose, my friend.” She smiled. “You, on the other hand…” She turned back, “bring in the girl.” 

Steve was just about to reach forward and snap her neck in an instant when the taser went straight to his neck. He cried out falling to his knees completely stunned. Steve was about to yell that the girl was not a part of this but the chain was choking him so much he could barely breath much less speak.

He garbled and made choking noises as she drug him through the grounds. His hands went up to the chain trying to lessen the pain there, sucking in a breath when he could. 

As she hung him to the ceiling by his neck he coughed and choked desperately trying to get air. He grabbed the chain and pulled up sucking in a deep breath before she grabbed his arms and spread them out away. When he was completely chained up he gasped and pulled up with his arms to breathe, screaming in pain as he was stabbed in the stomach. “No! No! She didn’t do anything! It was me! I’m sorry! I just lost control!” He gasped out quickly when he was able to support himself, but he had to lower his arms and get choked again. He pulled back up again, supporting all of his weight on his arms. He was a lot stronger than he appeared to be. 

Kara smiled as Steve struggled, enjoying the show as the girl was dragged in wailing. “We had an agreement, didn’t we, slave? ‘Losing control’, as you say, is really not appreciated.” She walked over and grabbed the girl by the hair, who was screaming and begging for mercy, for forgiveness, but put up no fight. Kara held up the girl for the slave to see, “observe. Here is a good slave. She knows her place.” She made a tsking noise with her mouth. “It’s quite a shame you had to go and lose control…” She turned her spiked rings in and struck the girl hard on the face, tearing off some flesh with the hooks as the girl’s screams of horror turned to ones of agony.

She threw the girl down on the ground. “You are being hurt because he was disobedient!” She snarled, taking a club from the wall and bringing it down hard on the girl’s back. Over and over she brought down the club until the girl became limp on the floor, her screams no more than weak cries of pain. She reached down and pulled the girl up by the collar of her now bloodied dress, “take her to the infirmary,” she instructed. “I don’t want to lose that child because of his idiocy.”

When the girl was dragged out Kara took a whip from the wall, holding it up so he could see the shards of glass that had been melted into it. “You will obey?” She asked, raising the whip and bringing it down on his chest, dragging it across his flesh. “You will do what I ask?” The whip was brought down again. Knowing his strength, she whipped until she was sure he had lost count, asking a question with every lash. She finally laid it down, letting a slave come take it to be cleaned. “Now I will leave you to think on your actions.” She left, closing the door behind her.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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The girl lay nestled in Steve’s arms, her head burrowed into his chest as if she were trying to hide away even in her sleep from the terrifying cruelty of what the night had been. A few minutes after Steve Katie slowly blinked awake, momentarily confused by the warmth encircling her. She looked up and remembered who it was, what had happened, and silent tears welled up in her eyes once again. She hid her face back in the soft warmth of his chest, “I’m sorry… I’m okay,” she whispered. But the young girl was in no way ready to face the next few months. She tried to hide her tears but her sniffles could still be heard, frightened out of her mind at the thought of her life ahead.

Kara had gotten up about an hour earlier and now came to the breeding section, unlocking each of the doors and throwing them open without ceremony. She arrived at the new slave’s and the promising girl and threw the door open, unaffected by their nakedness. “Get your clothes on. Girl, you will report to the kitchen for duty,” she ordered. The girl still had a few months of work to her yet. “Slave. You are with me.”

Steve’s heart broke as the girl started to cry again. He ran his fingers through her hair and made soft shushing noises trying to calm her down. “it will be alright… I’ll protect you…” He continued calming her until their door was thrown open. 

Steve rushed to grab the blanket to cover them up, blushing. However his cheeks reddened with anger at the master’s words. “She has a name you know! And so do I! You can’t just treat us like we are less than animals! We are people!” He growled hating what she was doing to them. He hated her. “Can’t you at least give us a few minutes to get our clothes on before you come barging in here!” He snarled not caring if he got beaten. Someone had to stand up to this bitch.

He stood not caring if she saw him naked anymore. He couldn’t take this. The man stood before her obviously thinking about snapping her neck right now. “I could kill you. I could break every bone in your body. You can’t keep treating people like this. I have been known to bite the hand that feeds me.” He snarled clearly more angry at her than he was scared of her.

Kara smirked as the slave walked over to her, the anger boiling over onto his face. Behind him the girl covered her mouth with her hands to suppress a scream, her eyes widening in terror seeing the expression on Kara’s face. Kara’s smile grew wider. The girl knew what would happen. The slave? He would learn.

"Bite the hand that feeds you?" She remarked, no fear behind her gaze. She chuckled, "So have I, my friend," she said calmly, a note of sarcasm on her last words. In the blink of an eye she’d pulled out her taser and set it to the highest level, jamming it into the hollow of his throat. When he went down she pulled a chain from the wall and bound it around his neck, summoning another guard. "Take the girl to cell three," she said quietly, and the girl screamed. "I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! IT WASN’T ME!" she wailed as the guard took her away. Kara took the chain and dragged the slave by the neck through her grounds, not caring if anyone saw him naked.

She took him to a cell and stood on a stool to hook the chain on his neck high above him so his feet didn’t touch the ground. She worked to get the rest of him chained so his arms were spread eagled on the wall. Only by pulling up on his arms could he get a moment’s rest from choking. She spread his feet apart and bound them so he couldn’t kick her but couldn’t use them to push up, either. She leaned in close. “You think I’m scared?” She whispered. “Of you? Look around you. Do you see any family? Brothers or sisters? A special someone? I didn’t think so.” She took a dagger and stabbed him in the stomach, twisting it. “I’m not afraid of you. Because I’ve got nothing to lose, my friend.” She smiled. “You, on the other hand…” She turned back, “bring in the girl.” 

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara raised a brow at the clothing the slave came in wearing but made no comment. Perhaps that was all they could find that would fit him. She made a note to go buy him actual working clothes to give to him at the appropriate time. But not yet.

She smiled at his questions- here, unlike anywhere else in the house, speaking was encouraged. She told him so, adding “the learning process is never completed by rigorous rules and sterile lessons. You are encouraged to ask questions whenever possible.” She pointed to the letters, “These are symbols that represent sounds we make with our mouths to form words. The symbols can sometimes make several different sounds. Let’s try the first few, shall we?” She worked with him for the better part of the afternoon, getting through half the letters before she picked up her papers. “You are a quick learner,” she told him. “I will test you on the letters tomorrow, and we will learn the rest.” She gave the papers to a servant, who bustled away with them. “Now you will come with me to meet the woman you will accompany for the night.”

She lead him to the old slave headquarters and to a private room, where she introduced him to his first girl. She looked to be barely eighteen, small and frightened, her black hair hanging in wispy strands down her face. “Take care of her,” Kara told him. “She is young but she has wide hips and will birth well.” That was all she cared about. Age was almost never a factor.

Steve asked many questions throughout his lesson. He got so enthralled  with learning how to read that he almost forgot what was supposed to come after his lesson. He raised his brows and laughed, “You think I’m a quick learner? Thats good to hear.” He frowned, “You’re actually going to test me? Should I study?” He said with a laugh not sure how he would do on that test tomorrow. He looked up as she gave the papers to another slave and frowned at her words realizing that the night was not over now.

He followed her silently dreading what was to come. She looked so young. So scared. He didn’t blame her. He looked up at the owner, “Why me… shouldn’t someone smaller than me be doing this?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. “She’s so young… I…” He didn’t know if he could do this. “Please don’t make us do this…” 

Kara was satisfied with the slave’s response to the study period. He was an eager learner and seemed to forget his troubles in his studies, which was exactly what she needed. But that part of the day was over. It was time for more pressing matters.

She looked over the girl and nodded. “Why you? The answer is simple. You are strong and attractive. She is beautiful. Those factors make a slave appealing to buyers, no matter which gender the child slave turns out.That is all I care about. Age is not important.” She raised a brow. “On her life, you will do it,” she threatened, causing the girl to let out a squeak of terror before she covered her mouth with both hands.

Kara turned back to look at the girl. She was much like her a few years ago- small, powerless, afraid. She would have pity if she cared. But she despised her older self. That girl had not helped her into the position she was today. Her lips curved into a nearly wicked smile before it vanished. “To your work, slaves,” she ordered, walking out the door and leaving them for the night. The door was locked and guards stationed outside.

The girl seemed terrified to even look at Steve. “Please… Be gentle,” she whispered, cowering back. She looked like she was afraid he would kill her.

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The next morning the two were curled up naked together under a clean blanket Steve had found under the bed. He had his arms around her protectively. Although he knew nothing about the girl he still felt the urge to keep her safe, especially since he had been her first. 

He woke up and looked down to see the young woman. What should he do now? They were still locked in the cell until the master came. Would the girl want to wake up next to him or would she find his presence comforting? He had no idea but he wasn’t sure he had time to decide what to do before they were disturbed and risen for the day.

The girl lay nestled in Steve’s arms, her head burrowed into his chest as if she were trying to hide away even in her sleep from the terrifying cruelty of what the night had been. A few minutes after Steve Katie slowly blinked awake, momentarily confused by the warmth encircling her. She looked up and remembered who it was, what had happened, and silent tears welled up in her eyes once again. She hid her face back in the soft warmth of his chest, “I’m sorry… I’m okay,” she whispered. But the young girl was in no way ready to face the next few months. She tried to hide her tears but her sniffles could still be heard, frightened out of her mind at the thought of her life ahead.

Kara had gotten up about an hour earlier and now came to the breeding section, unlocking each of the doors and throwing them open without ceremony. She arrived at the new slave’s and the promising girl and threw the door open, unaffected by their nakedness. “Get your clothes on. Girl, you will report to the kitchen for duty,” she ordered. The girl still had a few months of work to her yet. “Slave. You are with me.”

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara raised a brow at the clothing the slave came in wearing but made no comment. Perhaps that was all they could find that would fit him. She made a note to go buy him actual working clothes to give to him at the appropriate time. But not yet.

She smiled at his questions- here, unlike anywhere else in the house, speaking was encouraged. She told him so, adding “the learning process is never completed by rigorous rules and sterile lessons. You are encouraged to ask questions whenever possible.” She pointed to the letters, “These are symbols that represent sounds we make with our mouths to form words. The symbols can sometimes make several different sounds. Let’s try the first few, shall we?” She worked with him for the better part of the afternoon, getting through half the letters before she picked up her papers. “You are a quick learner,” she told him. “I will test you on the letters tomorrow, and we will learn the rest.” She gave the papers to a servant, who bustled away with them. “Now you will come with me to meet the woman you will accompany for the night.”

She lead him to the old slave headquarters and to a private room, where she introduced him to his first girl. She looked to be barely eighteen, small and frightened, her black hair hanging in wispy strands down her face. “Take care of her,” Kara told him. “She is young but she has wide hips and will birth well.” That was all she cared about. Age was almost never a factor.

Steve asked many questions throughout his lesson. He got so enthralled  with learning how to read that he almost forgot what was supposed to come after his lesson. He raised his brows and laughed, “You think I’m a quick learner? Thats good to hear.” He frowned, “You’re actually going to test me? Should I study?” He said with a laugh not sure how he would do on that test tomorrow. He looked up as she gave the papers to another slave and frowned at her words realizing that the night was not over now.

He followed her silently dreading what was to come. She looked so young. So scared. He didn’t blame her. He looked up at the owner, “Why me… shouldn’t someone smaller than me be doing this?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. “She’s so young… I…” He didn’t know if he could do this. “Please don’t make us do this…” 

Kara was satisfied with the slave’s response to the study period. He was an eager learner and seemed to forget his troubles in his studies, which was exactly what she needed. But that part of the day was over. It was time for more pressing matters.

She looked over the girl and nodded. “Why you? The answer is simple. You are strong and attractive. She is beautiful. Those factors make a slave appealing to buyers, no matter which gender the child slave turns out.That is all I care about. Age is not important.” She raised a brow. “On her life, you will do it,” she threatened, causing the girl to let out a squeak of terror before she covered her mouth with both hands.

Kara turned back to look at the girl. She was much like her a few years ago- small, powerless, afraid. She would have pity if she cared. But she despised her older self. That girl had not helped her into the position she was today. Her lips curved into a nearly wicked smile before it vanished. “To your work, slaves,” she ordered, walking out the door and leaving them for the night. The door was locked and guards stationed outside.

The girl seemed terrified to even look at Steve. “Please… Be gentle,” she whispered, cowering back. She looked like she was afraid he would kill her.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Kara had spent the morning planning and getting ready for the event she had planned in a few weeks. All the important officials would be there- she couldn’t afford to not have everything perfect. After hours of working out- of all things, dinner details- she had taken a run, knowing she had to be in good form in two weeks time. And keeping exercised kept her a step above most people in society. Slovenly creatures. They depended on their slaves for everything. She knew the importance of keeping power in her status and physical aspects.

She had cleaned after and headed into the library, grimacing at the look of the slave. “You are more filth than flesh. Go clean up.” She summoned a slave to show him to the washroom and waited patiently for him, gesturing to the chair at her side when he returned. “Now. We will start with the letters.” She knew the entire thing would be a grueling process, but it was worth it. It worked perfectly into her plan.

Steve stopped seeing his master and nodded at her orders actually thankful to be allowed to bathe. He followed the slave to the washroom and was glad that he was allowed these few minutes alone. He made sure to get as clean as he possibly could, since he wasn’t sure when his next bath would be.

He got out, dried off and saw clean clothes laid out for him. A worn pair of jeans and a plain off white tee shirt. He’d never worn jeans before in his life and the really felt uncomfortable but he wasn’t going to complain. It was better than nothing. He padded back to the library finding it weird to be barefoot. In his line of work he was always fully clothed, including shoes. Maybe she was trying to make him more comfortable. Maybe she didn’t even pick out these clothes for him. Who knew. 

He sat beside her with a grimace and looked down at the funny looking things on the paper. “These things are letters? What do they do?” he asked already curious about all of this. 

Kara raised a brow at the clothing the slave came in wearing but made no comment. Perhaps that was all they could find that would fit him. She made a note to go buy him actual working clothes to give to him at the appropriate time. But not yet.

She smiled at his questions- here, unlike anywhere else in the house, speaking was encouraged. She told him so, adding “the learning process is never completed by rigorous rules and sterile lessons. You are encouraged to ask questions whenever possible.” She pointed to the letters, “These are symbols that represent sounds we make with our mouths to form words. The symbols can sometimes make several different sounds. Let’s try the first few, shall we?” She worked with him for the better part of the afternoon, getting through half the letters before she picked up her papers. “You are a quick learner,” she told him. “I will test you on the letters tomorrow, and we will learn the rest.” She gave the papers to a servant, who bustled away with them. “Now you will come with me to meet the woman you will accompany for the night.”

She lead him to the old slave headquarters and to a private room, where she introduced him to his first girl. She looked to be barely eighteen, small and frightened, her black hair hanging in wispy strands down her face. “Take care of her,” Kara told him. “She is young but she has wide hips and will birth well.” That was all she cared about. Age was almost never a factor.

STEVE/ KARA AU: YOUR MUSE SEES MINE BEING SOLD IN A BRUTAL SLAVER’S MARKET.

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Steve let her strike him on the face, feeling the blood trickle down his face. He snarled but when she threatened another slave he silenced and grew as serious as he could but on the inside he was rolling his eyes. 


He followed her outside and saw the other slaves working on the building. This he could do. This is what he was made for. He took the tools ready to work but snarled at her other instructions. Great. After work and school he had a nice breeding session to look forward to. 

He didn’t acknowledge her other worse. He simply got started working, trying not to think about the rest of the day. He spent several hours out there working much harder than the rest of the slaves. Thanks to the experiments done on him he was able to get twice the work done in the half the time. Maybe if he proved he was best used here, she would find another slave to use as a breeder and just stick him with the manual labor.

When it was time to go inside he sighed and sat his tools down and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was completely covered in sweat and grime but she wanted him to go to the library first not the showers. 

He entered the library and sat at a table waiting for her to show up. His stomach rumbled loudly but he easily ignored it. 

Kara had spent the morning planning and getting ready for the event she had planned in a few weeks. All the important officials would be there- she couldn’t afford to not have everything perfect. After hours of working out- of all things, dinner details- she had taken a run, knowing she had to be in good form in two weeks time. And keeping exercised kept her a step above most people in society. Slovenly creatures. They depended on their slaves for everything. She knew the importance of keeping power in her status and physical aspects.

She had cleaned after and headed into the library, grimacing at the look of the slave. “You are more filth than flesh. Go clean up.” She summoned a slave to show him to the washroom and waited patiently for him, gesturing to the chair at her side when he returned. “Now. We will start with the letters.” She knew the entire thing would be a grueling process, but it was worth it. It worked perfectly into her plan.

(Source: caught-in-the-night)