Solo Training, Training, and more Training

[Maya Lark]

15th of Fall 517 AV

Maya walked out of her bathroom with a towel around her body covering up her female form. With a second one in her hands, the girl began to work on drying her hair in order to get dressed without having a hard time. There was nothing worst than trying to put on a shirt or pants with a persons body still completely wet. Walking over to her bed, she sat down and flip her hair down and began to work on the underside of her hair next. The dark haired woman had no plans to completely dry her hair before leaving for work. It would cost her entirely too much time to get every piece dried. Taking a deep breath, she flipped it back over and felt the dampness. Nodding, the woman walked over to her table and used her mirror to put on a little bit of kohl around her eyes.

“HURRY UP BEFORE YOU ARE LATE!” a male voice shouted from downstairs making her groan.

“I AM COMING! Rhysol above calm them down some,” Maya whispered the second part hearing her brothers moving around close by in their own rooms.

The young lark was in training to be a slaver under her father; and a business woman under her Uncle Vernon. Sighing she put her hair up in a ponytail in a way that would allow her to get dressed. Popping her neck, she put on her pants first before binding her chest then moving on to her shirt. Grabbing some socks and her boots, the woman hurried downstairs just before her mother began yelling next. Standing on one foot, the girl jumped a little to keep balanced pulling on her boots. Tapping the toe on the ground, she felt her foot slide into place happily. Hurrying over to the fruit bowl in the kitchen, the girl grabbed an apple and hurried out the door. She did not get a good breakfast much with her training for both jobs starting early in the mornings.

“Hurry along,” her father said and got on the ravosala first before helping her on.

The pair sat down and relaxed into the ride discussing the slaves that still were not behaving or listening. The girl was not bothered hearing slaves being “disciplined” by their masters in public. Most used the same technique that the pair of Lark's did. Blinking the brown eyes returned to look farther down the canal wondering if that would be her only job for the day, or would her father have her use her more feminine qualities to coax them into listening. She was surprised to hear that a female was also causing them trouble. Many of the women that came in were broken before even arriving. Word hard reached them about the girls being from the Sea of Grass. The group that had been brought back by the priestess that went with to “educate” the barbarians. Shaking her head, the woman looked as they finally approached the slave market and disembarked from the ravosala going within the building.

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[Maya Lark]

The woman walked inside and went to her father's office dropping off her bag with a smile. She was not on time often so before on time for once was a good thing. The dark haired girl was excited about what the man was planning on teaching her. The woman was still very new to the slave trade which meant that the techniques were still very new to her as well. She walked to where the other trainees were and waited for the lessons to begin. The woman was working on learning the instruments outside of her “class” time as her father called it at home.

“So what are we going to go over today?” Maya asked looking at the man before her.

“We are going to review the instruments and practice with them,” the man said looking at her.

The dark haired woman put her hair up into a ponytail before going with him into the back hearing a soft noise from where the slaves were. She knew the noise was most likely from a child that would be taken to the orphanage unless it was bought by someone. Not many want a child as a slave though they were easy to train true, but there was just no way to know if their “attitude” would change while growing. The girl turned away from the noise not bothered in the least by it.

“First we will go over the weapons. What is this?” the man asked picking up a club with nine whips on the end.

“A cat with nine-tails, without the extra rocks,” Maya explained as there were two that were used. Women got the one that did not have rocks and glass on the end of the strands. Men got the other that did have the extra pieces.

“Very good, which gender is this used on and why?” he inquired trying to see how much she had retained.

“That one is used on a female, because they sell higher without scares on their body,” she explained proudly.

There were some men that had been working there for a long time and still had trouble remembering. He nodded and put the instrument down before grabbing a long standard whip and holding it up. The woman looked at it closely to make sure she was not missing anything important. It appeared to be just a normal whip as the girl straightened back up and looked at him.

“That is the standard whip used on all slaves no matter the age,” Maya answered while giving the use as well.

The man nodded impressed by her determination putting it down. He looked around the tables trying to find a harder test for her. The man picked up a very funny looking item and held it up for the girl to see clearly. Maya immediately realized what it was a metal piece with two opposed bi-pronged forks attached to a belt. He asked what it was and what it was used for instead of on who.

“That is a heretic's fork. The item is attached to the slave by the belt that wraps around their neck. One forked points to the chest, the other pokes up into the under side of the chin. If a slave tries to put down their head both the chest and chin will be pierced. It is not used unless a slave is still combatant after being here for days or repeatedly returned,” Maya stated looking at the man.

“Good,” he said pleased with her knowledge.

Heretics Fork :

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[Maya Lark]

Maya smiled happy to impress the older man. The woman did not see many of the torture items used on the slaves, but her father still required all of the slavers and torturers to know the equipment. The dark haired woman walked with him to the next item as he seemed to be looking a more difficult test. Blue eyes glanced up at her father trying to read what was going through his mind while he searched the tables. Soon he picked up a strange looking comb, the teeth were metal and stained with what appeared to be blood; the handle however was wood making it easy for the user to hold on to.

“This next,” Dimitri said getting her attention holding it up to where she could see it properly.

“That's the.. um.... oh I know the name,” Maya said trying to remember what the item was, “IRON COMB!”

“Correct, what is it used for?” Dimitri asked looked at her daughter.

“It is used much like a comb for hair is, only instead of brushing out your hair, it rips the skin off your body. It is often a very fatal form of torture if not used properly,” Maya explained.

“Right,” the man stated and returned the item to the table.

Maya followed the man to some of the bigger torture devices. These were used more often to because they often times did much less fatal. The slavers used the larger instruments to break the defiant streak out of new slaves that were brought in. The first thing the pair approached was a chair that had a bucket above it. Cocking her head to the side some, the woman tried to think of what the contraption was used for. Dimitri cleared his throat standing between that and one other strange device. The dark haired girl remained quiet as he began to explain their uses.

“First is the instrument here to my right,” Dimitri stated touching the chair/bucket mix, “this is used to cause discomfort and drive someone insane. Come.”

Maya walked over and sat in the chair hearing water in the bucket above her. She watched as he strapped her arms, legs, and torso into place. Grunting some, the woman instantly began to wiggle uncomfortable in the hard chair. Though that only caused the splintery wood to cut into her skin causing more pain. Dimitri then did one crank as the water begins to slowly drip on her forehead. Shaking her head the girl tried to get the liquid off her in order to focus on blocking out the pain.

“This is what everyone who is placed inside faces. Everyone has sat in the chair and went through it, including me. You HAVE to know what many of these larger devices do,” Dimitri said before stopping the water, then unlocking her. Maya instantly jumped out of the chair despising the feeling. The man gave her a brush to clean her back off.

Iron Comb/Water Torture :

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[Maya Lark]

Maya nodded and worked on cleaning her back off as much as possible. She did not like the feel of splinters cutting into her skin. It caused a very creepy strange feeling that the girl just did not care for. Spotting the man off ahead of her, the woman made a face and hurried after him her boots clicking on the floor. He turned and told her to keep up before continuing their tour; she nodded her head knowing that her father would leave her alone. The girl needed to know everything for sure, but her father leaving her alone in the room was freaky. The brunette was not scared of the equipment on its own; it was the unknown of who else was in there with her.

The last thing she wanted to deal with was a slave getting free and forcing her into some of the more sinister machinery. Boots clicked as the pair walked in to the back where the hard headed slaves were kept. The brunette had not been back in the area often so the darkness caught her off guard at first. Moving out of the way, she closed her eyes before reopening them. It was still difficult, but the girl could see to some extent. Staying silent the woman used the toes of her shoes to keep her heels from clicking as she caught up to Dimitri. Looking around at the men and few women in the area most looked to be nearly broken. The young Lark seemed almost desensitized to the looks given by those held captive. There was many reasons why the family took someone as a slave, one of the biggest is that the person is living on the street and begging for money.

Instead of allowing them to take the money from the family, Dimitri and his guards easily force the “new” slaves to come there. It is not often that the man has to literally man handle beggars into the slave market. That is until they see the building, then realizing what is about to be their fate some run; others just bow their heads and accept what is to come. Dimitri caught her attention and explained that early in the winter season, he would be taking the girl with him. She was to learn how to capture slaves next.