It had started off as a nice night, well nice enough.  Although Mel'Aknomir had wanted to go out and celebrate with his brother.  Silk was drug along to Bliss, a place she was not overly fond of, simply because with so much tempting skin around it was hard to keep ones cool.  After all most people where in the beginning throws of sex, or what they called dancing.  The very movements of most of them had those glossy black legs twitching and her fangs practically dripping venom. 

They had met a woman, whom she had never caught her name.  A very power and old woman, who looked as beautiful if not more beatiful then some Tall Ones or Shining Ones then the little goblin had seen.  Although she would always pale in comparison to the Twins.  Silk might not know love but she knew loyality and devotion, and nothing would unshake her from her place below the brothers. 

It had been normal up to that point, well as normal could be for the little spider.  That was till this woman spoke of, a member of the Shining Court.  She knew who she was, well not specically, the Sidhe had barily resisted in spitting at her.  Although she never revealed her reason for being here in Hawaii, she never did learn why the Seelie was there either. This, of course was not good, she wasn't suppose to have left the house without the twins.  And on the occasion that she met the Seelie, she had left without permission.  She had offered to the twins the information, although how she had learned or met the woman she did not fill in.  No, she was sure they would be asking later.  And did they ever.

Her cheek lay in a cold puddle of blood as she struggled to just breath in and out.  She gave a whimper as Vel'Aknomir stood and unsheathed the blade from the back of her hand.  One of her other hands, covered in welts and rope burns collected her twitching hand back toward her body.  Her body lay broken and bleeding very well.   Her screams could have woken the dead, and yes she knew how they exicted the brothers.  Which was all the more reason for her to scream. 

Neither brother had spoken a word to her after leaving Bliss, no neither of them had said anything till they arrived back at the house.  She had followed after them like a perfect angel, even though she knew she was going to be hurt, severly.  "Disrobe" was all either had said and she pulled the black dress off, and shoes off just inside the doors as they where closed behind her.  The click of the lock in place was like a jolt of electric up her spine.  The ring on her finger was removed as she shivered, that Voodoo Queen's magic potent enough to effect the tiny spider goblin.  The ring was set just within one of her shoes, those eight eyes turning up to Mel as his fist connected with her temple.  It had been lights out for a good time.

Silent.  Black.  Alone.

Lashes rose from their resting place on her cheeks with a jolt as her glossy legs twitched and clattered about.  One was within Vel's grasp as he leaned in close to breath against her greenish skin.  "We will see how you wander away now, won't we little curious spider?"  Those cupid bow lips parted to beg his forgivness, but all the came out was a scream of pure pain.  The crack of her precious glossy leg had it bending the wrong way and seeping a mixture of clear fluid and blood.  Legs and arms went crazy.  Four of her six arms had been tied, two over her head and two behind her back leaving her only with the smallest of the arms available to defend herself. 

Mel gave a laugh and decended on the strung up spider, his clawed fingers openning a wide gash against her ribs, allowing the first real blood to roll down her side.  She fought like a wild animal, of course she did, she knew how they loved it.  Who doesn't want to be the damsel in distress, allowing the sadistic slave masters to see that nubile body arching to and fro.  Oh yes, she knew how to let them enjoy it even as they enjoyed the pain. 

It went on for some time like that, coating her in blood, licking the blood and tears from her face.  At one point she had broken free of the ropes holding her hands and had tried to cover her face from Mel's repeated blows.  She had tried to cover her eyes which did not have lids, to make sure none of them ruptured.  This had angered Mel of course, who yanked her hand away from her face, holding it to the floor as Vel very slowly inserted his blade into her hand, cherishing the sound of her voice gone rough with screams.  Mel had beatten her face raw, from eyebrow down her cheek to her jaw.  It was a bloody mess but the bones beneath hadn't broken frm the excess of damage.  And thankfully all of her eyes where safe. 

There had been a moment when Silk thought things might get truely out of hand with the Brothers.  They had attacked her abdomen, or tried too and even pinned down to the floor she had sought to protect her bloated back end.  She knew and they knew if her guts where no longer on the inside, but on the outside they would loose that precious silk.  They had learned that shortly after finding her, that if they wanted her beautiful silken clothing to not damage her abdomen which housed it.  She had begged, truely begged them to spare her silk.  This caused them to draw back but Mel had other ideas.  He had decided her abdomen was of no importance, at least not anymore. 

His shaft had filled her up, past filled her up, filled her up to the point of ripping and tearing her tender flesh.  But one truely couldn't enjoy those screams as Vel had been occupying her front half.  Although he had just done it to keep her from screaming.  He was looking for another reason to beat her more, to slip more knives within the beauty of her greenish skin.  A whispered threat on her ear about her fangs was enough to keep her whimpering and crying as her body was ravaged.  Each brother had there fun, and each brother left a lasting mark on her skin.  They had taken her shoulders into there mouths and bit down hard enough to draw more blood and mark her up yet again, before dropping her near lifeless body back to the floor.

Here now she lay, breathing shallowly, in and out, very slowly, the damp towel covered in her blood and Mel's lay over her still bloody shoulder. There was no anger toward them, far from it.  She had disobeyed them and left the nest without gaining the conscent she needed.  Now she had dearly paid for it.  "Clean this mess up, I'm going to bed."  Vel made the comment since the sun would be rising soon anyway.  Mel gave her a lasting boot to the side to add his two cents as she curled up and whispered in that broken voice.

"Yes, Masters."

Ah the life of a slave.  Refreshing, New, Never Dull that's for sure.  Filled with fun memories.