UNCHAINED



He shivered against the cold. Nowhere in all his life had been as cold as this cell. The stones of the walls and floors seemed to hold the dampness and iciness of a thousand years. The fact of never seeing sunlight. As if the stones themselves were sad to be in this place, and wept continuously.
He pulled again against the collar on his neck attached to the chain on the wall, enough slack on it only to allow him to lay on the floor. As freezing and hard as it was, it provided relief from the pain in his legs of standing so long.
With no concept of day and night, it was hard to tell how long he had been here. But the food had been delivered 24 times if he had counted right.Perhaps that meant 24 days.
The bringing of food was the only knowledge he had that there was still someone, anyone, outside the huge wooden door. He heard no sounds unless the slot in the door was opened.
Though he had never seen her, he knows the sound of her small feet shuffling on the floor. The delicate look of her hands, and the scent of her that lingers in the air as she walks away.As he picks up the bread and brings it to his lips he can smell her on it, and he devours it hungrily.

Her long hair brushes the floor as bends down to push the tray through the slot .She knows not who is behind this door.Only what she is told to do by the Master. The Master who keeps her by his side unless she is doing her work. The Master who looms over her, his sheer size intimidating to her. His booming voice as he orders her, and his huge hand as he strikes her.She is afraid. But in her thoughts she is free.The Master does not suspect her thoughts, and she is safe in them if no where else.
Finishing her work, she walked softly, her bare feet on cold stone, up the long flight of stairs to the levels above.To the warm fires. Her clothing barely kept her covered, and it was nothing to ward off the chill that never left the levels below. She shivered and hugged herself as a feeble effort to gain warmth. Back to the level of sunlight.Back to the level of the Master.She was unsure, which level was worse.

The door rattled and opened with the creak of ancient hinges. The first glimpse of light was so blinding to him after so long that he winced and moaned in pain. The very thing he had longed for, for days,now also was a source of pain.He wondered if this was the light he would see before death. Death would be better than the eternal hell of being locked in here with only his thoughts for company.
The guard pulled him to his feet, while his companion unlocked the chain from his collar. The skin underneath so worn that it had calloused.
Both guards reeked of sweat , grime, and wine on their stale breath. Oh what he would do for one taste of that.Just one taste of wine. A thirst that water alone could never quench.
His legs were so weak, and walking at first was more difficult than he imagined. Leaning on his captors, and occasionally stumbling, the three made their way up the steps, to the higher level.
The warmth hit him as soon as he saw the daylight. But it was not from the sun, but the many fires lit throughout the various rooms as they passed by. His body shook more at the welcoming of the warmth than it ever did from the cold, and he was aware of his urge to relieve himself from the new feeling. But he held it in. To do so now would show fear to those who half dragged and half carried his weakened body to the Master.
He was slowly regaining his strength, as they walked from one long hallway to another. As if the Master wanted to be as far away from those kept below as possible. Completely detached. Out of sight out of mind.
As they approached a huge set of double wooden doors, ornately carved with Lion's heads roaring, and gold handles, he was aware that he was now able to hold his own weight on his legs and walk unaided. Yet the grip on him remained just as tight.

On the inside of the doors sat the Master. It was the only way he would accept being addressed. His true name long since forgotten by all. He was a giant of a man by all standards. He looked down on the tallest of men from most of the surrounding villages, and it had always been that way. His body showed the scars of many fights, all of which ended in the death of those who dared to try to knock him down. After a time..people stopped trying. It was either do as he said, or die.
Beside the Master's feet, she sat on the red carpet. The leash of leather taut around her neck leading to his huge hand. She dare not move , else be choked by his fierce pull. She was only a pet. An object for him to admire or use at his discretion.
The doors opened and in walked the guards with the prisoner from below. For the first time in weeks she sees the other man to whom she is a daily servant.
There is no mistaking the attraction. Instant. Magnetic.Unbelievably real. She could not take her eyes off of him.And when he thought the Master was not looking, he could not take his eyes off her. Her long dark hair flowing past her waist. Her breasts barely visible through the sheer white fabric that covered her to her ankles. And when he looked up at her, she was blushing.

She was suddenly aware that she had stopped breathing.She could hear the Master's booming voice, but could not make out the words. The world around was fuzzy and the only thing clear was him standing in front of her. A warm ache started in her stomach like she had never felt before.

To him she was like an angel. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He tried not to let the Master see he was looking at her. Quick glances through the corner of his eye. Stolen glimpses. Hopefully enough to let her know.

The Master ordered the guards to take him back down below.He heard a small gasp come from her, then a choking scream as the Master pulled hard on her leash.
He was dragged angrily back to the stone cell, but not chained to the wall.Whether the guards had forgotten, or just didn't care, it was at least a relief to be able to walk around.
The image of her red lips, her dark hair,her green eyes, the way the fabric of her dress clung to her body, haunted his mind. He laid down on the damp floor, and let his thoughts wander as he drifted off into sleep.

In the chamber of the Master,she laid quietly on her place on the floor. The Master sleeping on the huge bed beside her. The leash fell out of his large rough hand and onto the floor beside her face. She was terrified at what she had planned, but it was now or never. The Master,passed out from the wine that flowed into him from the now empty jug beside him, and the guards all too probably joined him in the sleep of drunkenness, provided her with the one opportunity she needed. She got up off the floor and stepped quietly over to the door, listening for any sound of the guards....nothing.She unhooked the leash from her neck and wrapped it around her wrist in case it was needed.
She opened the door only a crack, looking around, then far enough to slip through.She looked back to ensure the Master was still asleep, then crept away, towards the levels below.

All the guards she saw were slumped over at their posts,empty jugs beside them.Woe be to all if they were to come under attack at this moment.
She took one step at a time. Listening, looking, incase she was spotted by a guard. She would be beaten by the Master for certain, or even killed.She was just a pet, and easily replaced by another.

Hearing nothing, she continued.Onward and forward. To his cell.The door loomed in front of her. The iron slide lock keeping him inside.Fearful that the lock would make too much noise, she spit on it, using her finger to rub it around,then again.To be sure she did the same with the hinges, and hoped that it would work. Slowly she slid it open, carefully.There was no sound but her breathing.

He was laying on the floor. At first she thought him dead, and she rushed over to him.But he raised his head, his eyes barely open. He thought he was dreaming, but the warmth of her hand on his face led him to believe he was not.She pulled him quickly to his feet.
"You must come with me..quickly, quietly."
The thought crossed his mind to hesitate.For getting caught would mean certain death for him and perhaps her as well. But she was insistent.
Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed him. The softest sweetest mouth ever to touch him. But it was over too fast. Time was of the essence, and they must hurry to get out alive.
One level up, they made their way carefully.Down a long hallway towards the kitchen, the servants long since retired with their own wine, and would not be up for hours. She was leading him to the back door of the kitchen, that led out into the courtyard and along a path to the stables.
Everything was dark outside. No stars, no moon. Dark clouds covered all, and thunder boomed in the distance. He could see well enough. His eyes had become so accustomed to darkness now.
From the courtyard they could see the glow of a light coming from the stables, and a sound...whistling. Apparently the Master didn't think highly enough of his stable hand to share his wine. They would somehow have to overtake him without waking the guards, so as to acquire a horse.
She whispered quietly in his ear, and unwrapped the leash from her wrist, handing it to him.She approached the front of the stable.Grabbing a few loose stones from the ground, she threw them inside the door and hid around the corner.The stable hand looked up from the horse he was grooming..
"Eh? What? Who's roamin' about at this time o'night? Show the likes of ya!"
He walked towards the entrance, looking to the left of the doorway, not seeing his attacker approach from the right. In a split second the stable hand had a leather leash wrapped around his neck, no air getting to his lungs,and the world fading to black. As lightning flashed in the distance, the last image he saw was that of a long dark haired angel.
The two of them ran into the stable and grabbed the horse that was being groomed only minutes before. Mounting the chestnut brown mare, they rode her out of the stable and into the courtyard.Slowly at first.Then as they approached the meadow before the forest, at full gallop. Trying to put as much distance between them and the Master, they rode directly into the storm.

The wind was blowing her hair against his face, and raindrops were starting to fall on them.He held her close to him, her back against his chest. Through the woods they had to slow the pace a bit. She let out a loud sigh and leaned into him more. He kissed her neck, so soft, so gentle.
But they needed to get further away.
Clearing the forest they came to a small river and followed it's bank for a long ways. They found no one, and saw no signs of being followed. It would be morning before anyone noticed. With luck, they would be far enough away.
The rain poured harder, and the thunder and lightning were almost simultaneous.
They were in the thick of the storm and it was hard to see.They decided to stop briefly, hoping the rain would let up a bit soon. Tying the horse to a large tree,they huddled together under the branches of a larger one nearby.Both shivering from the wetness of their clothes and the wind that relentlessly blew through them to the bone.
He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into him, looking up at his blue eyes. He kissed her then, with the thunder clapping and the lightning flashing.
If there was any doubt of the feelings between the two of them before, there was none now. There were on the run for their lives, and may not live to see another day. The decision was made though not a word was spoken.To him she felt so warm after being cold for so long. To her she finally felt safe in the hands of a man.
After a time, the rain subsided .Their tracks had long since been washed away.They climbed on the back of the horse and rode off, carefully watching behind as morning approached.The Master would be out for vengeance, and he would not be denied.

i know it is halloween but to me it is really a love and lovely story
i like it AD very well done!

Nice story AD!

Loved the imagery here, and the feeling of suspense was definatly there!

I loved it.

Thanks Orange and Nyk.
This is not a newly written story, but one Iam very proud of, and I didn't feel the need to add a Halloween element to enter the contest.

reading is a passion of mine and i so enjoyed this short story and felt as if i could feel the cold and smell of the mold in the confines of his living hell.

thanks.

Originally posted by musselwhite
reading is a passion of mine and i so enjoyed this short story and felt as if i could feel the cold and smell of the mold in the confines of his living hell.

thanks.

THANK YOU!
That's what I was striving for.

Verbally graphic AD, I felt it was a perfect piece for any contest.

Can you please tell me what happens to them? Do they get away or does the Master find them?

I Bring down a star for you my friend, yet as always I reserve the Flags untill all have been read.......

OMG!!! That iz zo very very zexy! I need a man like that!

Originally posted by antar
OMG!!! That iz zo very very zexy! I need a man like that!

Oh honey..don't we all!

Good writting AD!! So many stories and so little time, but I wanted to make sure I took the time to comment upon your story here!
I like this one, dark and damp!
While myself I am having a bit of writters block, and cant seem to focus upon one single story line.. I started a couple stories here and there but nothing to really post and share with the public.
As I am much like you.. I like what I post to be very well laided out and the story line with much strenght!

Love your work girl! And love you too