[Flashback] Can't Keep Me Down [Private]

[Arabella Sintos]

Spring, 507 AV

Feral amber eyes flared, stubbornness and defiance filling the lovely orbs as a large solid hand slapped smartly against the face of the young Kelvic slave. Arabella's head snapped to the side at the force of the slap and she stumbled back, her lip bloodied from the blunt force behind the blow. She had expected it of course, how could she not when she had brought it upon herself. Arabella was hardly ever the defiant slave, she often did as she was told since she didn't like pain, but there were times when she got bursts of courage and she would defy her current master, no matter what punishment it brought to her. Makal Davrod was a harsh master who didn't often take no for an answer from any of his slaves, especially not from the slave girl he had just purchased, he expected obedience or he would beat it into them and since Arabella had been an expensive slave, he aimed to keep her. Killing her would have been a waste, no matter how satisfying it might have been for him.

"You will learn your place." Makal said viciously, his dark eyes narrowed, expecting Ara to cower as she usually did. Instead of cowering though, Arabella spat at him, the spittle hitting his cheek. She really was going to get it now, she knew that and yet she didn't care. The spittle was wiped from his cheek, the human not believing how Ara was being at this point. He could have had her killed and perhaps that was Arabella's aim in the long run, having her death ordered. No, Arabella didn't want to die, but she was sure she'd prefer death rather then slavery, which was death of a different kind. Every time she felt the crack of a whip, the falling of a fist upon her flesh, a little bit of her died inside.

As punishment for her 'crime' of defying her master, Arabella was placed in a small cell, bars keeping her from escaping. A collar was slipped around her neck with a chain attached to it that held her to the wall of the cell. She could move around the cell but she was unable to really get around too much. Another irritating thing was her legs were shackled and her wrists chained, the chains apart enough that she could walk around, not that she did of course. She curled up in the corner of her cell for the time being, making it appear as though she was thinking about what she had done like a good little slave when really she was plotting in her little corner. She would wait to be left alone before observing and seeking a way to get out of her chains.

The cell Arabella was placed in was rather spacious, the roof tall enough that she could easily stand in, thick bars kept the Kelvic inside, rough broken ground lay beneath her bare feet, bits of broken glass and bits of rubble were kept to cause the slave great discomfort and pain. The walls are thick plain stone, bits crumbling at times, the chain attached to her collar was thick and heavy, nearly unbreakable.

[Voreasos Alisier]

One could say she was in a very tight spot. One would be right on a normal day however today was not an normal day for the young Kelvic. She was barely six years old yet she was far from human so her age did not matter to her kind. However she was not in the best shape to do much.

Food was barely there when she needed it. That alone cut back her forms to just being human. However that simple action of having a lack of food would come in handle in this fine day. The chains were to fit an adult human, giving her roughly an inch of space to move around but just enough to hold her. The weight of them dragging her around slowly and yet even that should give one hope in the darkest of times.

Different shards of glass laid around he, different sizes small rocks. Some had edges and others were thicker and longer and varying sizes. Her mind slowly turning day dreams of running away into plans of action.

Her hands could slip past the main cuffs if there was some form of lubricate to help her flesh slide past and turning an finger or two. However what would they come to?

She was trapped in a cell, a collar, hands chained with feet. Would she would on one body to slowly try to get free from her personal hell or would she just stay and suffer. Time was running out. Someone or something would come for her soon. Even she had to know her time was running out quickly.

"So...your the new one?" A voice asked from behind the bars, it came from one of the other cells right next to her. An soft voice from age and tiredness. It was an human, male from the tone of the voice. He tried to help others flee and so he was locked away, this would be the third season sealed away.

"In a hard spot huh...I can help you...if you want but you have to move quickly before guards come. Now you need to get your hands free if you are in the same set up. If you have enough space, try to fold your hand as close together and squeeze past the holds. It will be tight and hard but you can do it."

His words were filled with hope and trying to push her to get free before he could help her more.

[Arabella Sintos]

Arabella had been foolish perhaps, she shouldn't have been so defiant but Gods damnit it all she couldn't help it at times, wasn't that why this master had bought her? He enjoyed her 'spirit' apparently and he hoped he would be the one to break her, to make her a tame tiger, something she had no interest in whatsoever. She didn't what she could to spur him at every turn, but such a strategy had it's share of risks and dangers. She knew that she would be punished every time she showed defiance, she knew that as a fact and yet she continued because she believed that he would give up and sell her, it wasn't the first time such a thing had happened to her in her years of life.

She sat alone in her small cage, hiding in the corner like some starved animal in wait for it's next beating. She had to try to escape and given that she had bought some time for herself, she had to try now. She hadn't tried escaping from this master, she had only been there a few days at most, he was still getting used to her and she to him, though really, who could get used to slavery? Ara rested her forehead against the bars of her cage, trying to think and yet ready to cry at this point. She was certain that should she not escape, she would get a rather nasty beating for giving her 'master' lip, something she had heard he didn't take kindly to from the lower beings known as slaves.

She was enrobed in chains or at least it felt as though she were, thankfully her master hadn't gotten time to get proper chains for a petite slave such as herself, so she had an opportunity she most likely wouldn't get twice. Her collar rubbed against her tender skin, too large to really fit her but close enough that she couldn't easily slip out of it. Her legs were chained but thankfully the chains were loose as well, she had a feeling she could slip her wrists from the manacles if she had some form of substance, a lubrication, but even if she was able to get the manacles off, she was still chained and locked in a cell. Her stomach growled, echoing her lack of food which helped to weaken her, a strategy on her master's part, he liked starving his slaves it seemed.

She ran different scenarios through her mind as she sat there, tired and hungry, looking quite defeated except for the strong look in her feral amber eyes. She didn't have too much time before she was visited she was sure, she had to work out some sort of plan yet really she had no way of knowing how to go about it. She pulled at the manacles, trying to slip her hand out but all it did was hurt her wrists, so she let them fall to her sides for the time being. She jumped as a voice was heard from behind, another slave she hadn't noticed was sitting in a cell as well, his cage small. She turned her eyes to look at him, seeing the weariness in his human eyes, he had been there a while from the looks of it, a fate she didn't wish to share.

She nodded in response to his question before listening to his supposed offer of help. She was tense, unsure if this was a trick of some sort, a way to get her in trouble maybe. He really wanted to help her? She looked down at her manacles, since she had tried before to get them free and then back at him. "I..." She would have continued, but saying she couldn't wouldn't help, she could try against. She sighed and concentrated on trying to fold her hands as close to together as she could, trying to push her hands past the holds keeping her hands bound. She braced herself for the pain that would surely come from daring such a move.

[Voreasos Alisier]

Pain in a sense was the body telling a person to stop whatever they were doing. However pain could be a good thing for it kept you alive in the darkest parts of life. She had room to move but not enough room to get out easily yet as she braced herself and pushed her hands past the metal she slowly moved further and further out of the the chains that bind her.

Her flesh tore in places from the metal cutting and rubbing off skin, pain flared in her hand. The smell of copper iron filled her nose as blood dripped down her hand yet the blood itself was useful for her to help her slide out easier for now she had form of lubricate to help her. Yet even with it, it still hurt.

Yet in her efforts and past the pain and blood her hands broke free at last slipping past the chains at last. The back of the hand was cut in places, torn skin. The knuckles also had cuts but nothing that would kill her.

The man did not let her cheer or let her rest as he knew guards would be here soon and she had work to do. His time was running short and wanted to free a cute little thing before she died. He pulled out two thin metal objects that looked like sticks from his pocket. No one asked any questions and it took him a lot of time to make theses out of what he had around and bribes to a few guards which he would not share with what he did.

He tossed them to her, landing just inches from her feet. "Made lock picks, cheap so be careful but they will do the job. It won't be easy if you don't know what your doing and we might have to do something else if you break them but take them and place them inside the hole on the chains on the feet. You will want to move slowly and "feel" the pins that is what makes it stay. A key has teeth which pushes up on the pins to unlock it but you will have to move the pick to move theses pins so they are even. A bit tricky but theses locks are cheap so should not be to hard."

He was doing his best to help her, he could do it himself but she would learn nothing then and he knew she had to learn this if she wanted to keep her temper. She would live longer or maybe shorter but life was really just a day at a time.