Re: Fic: The Captive (part 2/?)

[jennifer lee <themyth60@xxxxxxxxx>]

DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, DON'T EVER STOP!!! I love the
Captive stories. If you ever stop, I'll keep on
hassaling ya until you finally break down and write
it! :)

God Bless
*Jennifer(The girl who's been in hibernation, and
whose now just woke up!)

--- weryvcb@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
> 
> Ok, this part sucks. I'm warning you now. You
> can still leave by 
> exercising the power of free will. If nothing can
> stop you though, 
> here it is.
> 
> The Captive Part Two
> 
> 
> The wagon rolled forwards, bouncing and
> jostling about the crude 
> stone path, and the tired horses strained against
> their burden with 
> the sharp stings of leather that fell across their
> backs. The road 
> was lined with tall straight trees and limbs that
> crisscrossed the 
> sky and sent down a patchwork of green and blue,
> along with the 
> piercing white of the afternoon sun. Every once in a
> while, the trees 
> would clear and give way to pastures of grazing
> balls of wool and 
> lazy cows that flicked their tales to and fro,
> annoyed by the flies 
> and the heat and their own indolence. Sometimes
> there would be rows 
> of green topped with the yellow corn, where angry
> scarecrows 
> surveyed the fields and the families that toiled
> them. And still 
> the wagon journeyed on, until the peaceful houses
> gave way to the 
> magnificence of wealth. 
> 
> The redhead lay against the floor, rolled tight
> in a ball to 
> avoid the other unfortunate souls that were taking
> this journey with 
> her. Her body seemed to scream in pain from the
> journey, a reminder 
> of the rough hands and feet that had taken her from
> her home. Caked 
> with mud and dust, her sapphire eyes lingered over
> the landscape, 
> while her mind dwelled on her destination. A week
> ago in the market 
> she had been cast upon a platform to be proked and
> prodded with the 
> eyes of strangers to be bought. It was the ugliest
> thing she had ever 
> seen, faces that were twisted with greed and
> indifference. She could 
> have been their sisters or their friends, but now
> she was a thing, 
> property. People began to call out prices and
> catcalls, but a voice 
> that came out of nowhere had claimed her, and the
> crowd had turned 
> its' head to glance at the outsider. Willow had
> looked, and there was 
> a girl, with long blonde hair and a flowing robe
> that sceamed money 
> and power, looking directly at her. The blonde's
> lips had curved into 
> a smile when she had met her eyes, and again Willow
> had resisted the 
> urge to faint. This girl, this gorgeous girl, had
> bought her and now 
> she was being taken to the arms of a stranger as the
> wagon rolled 
> forwards. 
> 
> Eventually, the wagon came to rest and Willow
> struggled to 
> sit up. Marble pillars stretched before her,
> surrounded by tall 
> bright flowers and luscious roses the crawled up the
> sides. The cage 
> creaked open and two burly men grabbed her and
> pulled her out, 
> letting her drag against the ground before kicking
> her to the 
> doorstep. One on each side, the gaurds knocked on
> the door. After a 
> few seconds, a boy answered and looked down at the
> sight before him. 
> "Ah, I see Buffys new plaything has arrived," he
> said. 
> 
> 
> *	*	*	*	*
> 
> She had been nervous all day, a strange
> fluttering all through 
> my stomach, as I had waited for the girl to come. It
> was strange, 
> because Buffy was never anxious, and yet somehow
> every time she had 
> conjured up the picture of the redhead, she felt
> dizzy and light 
> headed. When the knock came, she started to pace
> back and face 
> through the room and then went to the door and
> listened as Alexander 
> answered it. She could hear the exchange and the
> rough voices as 
> money exchanged hands and the door closed.
> "Whatever are we going to do with you?" she heard,
> and she couldn't 
> wait any longer. She made her way down the candlelit
> hall and down 
> the stairs, where they stood. Autopilot took
> command. "Xander, heat 
> some hot water and make a bath." And then he was
> gone and it was just 
> the two of them. Buffy looked at the girl, she was
> trembling, fearful 
> almost. 
> 
> TBC
> 
> Ok, for real, I am so lazy, but I have the rest
> of the story 
> mapped out in my head, I just have to write it down.
> Which in some 
> ways is harder then it looks. I'm kind of worried
> about this next 
> part though, because it's going to be the bath
> scene, and that could 
> get pretty intense. What do you think, am I on the
> right track? 
> 
> 
> 
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