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PostSubject: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Thu Sep 14, 2017 6:09 pm


It was the dead of night, most people were sleeping after a long day of work. Resting their tired body’s from the hard labor they had endeared all day. Alvina however was wide awake in her makeshift bed. She was plotting and planing like she did most nights. Trying to make sure her plan was fool prove before she dared to attempt it. For if she was caught she would likely be killed by the king. Alvina was planing to escape her master and leave Uddevella. To travel so far away that King Vidar’s men would never be able to find her.  So she could be free to do what she wanted and not have to be a Thrall anymore. Not that she was sure what she would do once she was free. She had been a Thrall her entire life, been born into this life. It hadn’t always been so bad, she hadn’t always wanted to run away. However things were different, after the queens death and the prince’s disappearance the king had changed. He changed enough that she hated his guts and prayed most days he would choke on his dinner.

Of course she was pretty sure he had know idea of her hatred. Alvina tried her best to be the best Thrall she could. She had been there her whole life if she was going to do something she would have done it already, at least this was how she hoped he thought. She hoped that somewhere in his dark black heart that he maybe even trusted her a bit. Something she knew was just wishful thinking, but she could pray. So she played the act of devoted slave. Grateful he had let her live inside of killing her as a babe. She tried to make sure things were perfect, and when he least expected it she would leave. Her plan was foolproof, all she needed was something to trade at the docks for a ride on a ship out of here. She would have to steal something, but it would have to be something he wouldn’t notice right away. All Alvina needed was one item, a weapon even and she would be free. Oh that thought she went to sleep, she would continue with she plan in the morning.

The next morning Alvina went about her day like she normally would. Doing her chores, and staying out of sight of the King. She had been in one of the rooms cleaning when she saw it. A very fancy looking knife just laying on the counter among a few other things. No one was around, no one would see her take it. Taking a deep breath Alvina reached a shaky hand out and grabbed it off the table. Folding it into some of the dirty items she was carrying she moved as quickly as she could to her rooms. If she could hide it until later in the evening then she could sneak out when everyone was asleep. If anyone stoped her she would tell them she was on a trip for the King. It would work as long as no one saw her and it wasn’t noticed until she was gone.

Alvina had made it all the way to her room when she felt a strong rough hand on her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. Heart pounding, breath almost raged she turned around to see who was touching her. If she had been found out already she would be punished extremely. She prayed whoever was stopping her wanted something completely different. Looking up she saw who was touching her and said “What can I do for you my king?” To him. Using all of her will power to keep herself clam and neutral. Even making sure to him a smile like she always did.

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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Fri Sep 15, 2017 6:27 pm

Sweat was dripping from his forehead. It was about an hour ago he had taken his fur-made tunic off and placed it on a bench on the other side of the room. A normal person wouldn’t have lasted as long as he did, but it was a known thing that the King wasn’t normal. Not anymore. On his upper arms, chest and neck had appeared dark red spots, here and some blisters. Burning wounds. But not a single muscle on his body told that he was in any kind of pain. Not physical, not mental. Over time he had built walls around his heart as high as the walls around Uddevalla itself. The fire from the forge was crackling, a sound that brought some kind of ease to his mind. Vidar stroke his hair out of his face, but the ends kept sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He took off the leather gloves and threw them away, on the pile of roughly finished swords he had forged in the last hour. He gargled up a phlegm and spat it in the fire, that hissed in return. The forging fires were a place he always returned to. It had been years ago, since he had become the first one who was able to create the typical Uddevalla-quality weapons. And all the current blacksmiths had been his apprentice since then. But that patience to teach apprentices, had been long gone. The smiths knew, that when Vidar came to them, they had to give him space. The King pushed open the wooden door and the cold breeze stroke his bare upper body. Over his shoulder he was carrying his tunic, and he looked at the blacksmiths with that typical dark glance in his eyes, when he stepped out of the forging house. They were sitting on a bench in front of the house, waiting for Vidar to leave so they could get back to work. So when the King walked back to the manor, they knew they were allowed to get back to work.

When he entered the manor he was still sweating. He threw his tunic to the first Thrall he came across. He continued his pace to the big hallways, looking from left to right, searching for another Thrall. Uddevalla was nothing like most Viking villages. There was much more space, more iron and stone, less wood. Stronger, better, safer. Or that was what he had hoped, at least. And then he spotted her, the dark, curly haired thrall. Vidar’s steps were strong and firm, but they were also quiet, so when he placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder, she startled because she hadn’t heard him coming. He pressed softly down on her shoulder, could feel her heartbeat through his fingertips. ”What can I do for you my King?” Vidar pushed his chin up and raised an eyebrow. ”Do you have a bad conscience?” He asked her dead serious and slowly took his hand back. Thralls were safe in his kingdom, safe for everybody except for him. So why did she startle so hard? His bright blue eyes stared right back at her, straight into her soul. When he saw her uncertain smile, he softened the dark glance on his face. ”You are going to bathe me.” He nodded in the direction of the bathing room and rolled with one shoulder. Yes, he could use some water and a pair of soft hands.

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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Fri Sep 15, 2017 9:04 pm


Alvina did her best not to jump when King Vidar asked her  ”Do you have a bad conscience?” to her question of what he needed. She much have been doing a worse job of acting and looking neutral then she had thought. He seemed to be looking at her quite seriously, but it also looked like he had no idea what she had done just yet. Something that had calmed her nervous heart just a bit. That was until she noticed he was without a shirt in front of her. Taking him in she noticed he was very sweaty, he most likely just got done working in the forge or something else along those lines." No my King, you simply surprised me." she told him as she realized she hadn't answered him quickly enough. She didn't want him to get any bad vibes from her. Anything that would make him question the dirty clothes in her arms was not needed at this moment. If he would find out right now she wasn't sure what he would do. Would he kill her? Would he beat her? Would be rape her? Were all the thoughts going on her mind as she looked at him with her uneasy smile.

His next words however made her all her nervous feelings quickly return. ”You are going to bathe me.” he told her as he motioned toward the bathing rooms. She wouldn't be able to go to her rooms now. No, she was going to have to bring this damn knife with her and him to the bathing room. She should have never done this, she was never going to get out of her alive. He wad never going to let her escape him and his cruel ways.Taking a deep breath she made sure to smile brightly at him before saying " Of course my King" Even if the idea of having to see him fully naked only scared her more. So far King Vidar hadn't touched her in that way, she hoped he never did. However there was always a chance for new cruelty from him. Always a chance for him to do something new and unpredictable.

Walking to the bathing room Alvina was quick to set the pile of clothes in a spot that would hopefully not fall down, not noticing that as she moved away the pile moved a little bit as well. The Knife making the item shift toward the ground. Alvina walked over to the tub and started to get it ready for him. Pouring the hot water into the tub that was being kept warm by the fires. She knew that he had followed her into the room and had shut the door behind him when he came in, so when she was done getting his bath ready she rolled her dress selves up and turned to him. " The bath is ready for you my King" she told him with a smile as she made a motion for him to get into it.

Making sure to always keep a wonderful and bright smile on her face, one that faded and turned to fear very quickly. As the pile of dirty clothes had fallen from where she had set it. Falling to the floor, causing the knife she had tried to steal for her escape to fall out and roll onto the floor in front of him. Alvina slowly started to back away from him and the knife now on the ground in plain view. He was blocking the door, so she wasn't going to get out that way. She was still backing up when she back hit the wall behind her. She was very aware that she was shaking and hadn't tried to defend herself at all. There was no story she could come up with, nothing she could make up to make him think she hadn't tried to steal from him. The knife had been hidden in the clothes she had been carrying. The King wasn't a stupid man, he would know what she had done. He might not no why, but she was sure he was going to get it out of her soon.

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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Sun Sep 17, 2017 11:07 pm

”No my King, you simply surprised me.” He stared at her, intensely, when she spoke those words after what seemed like an eternity. There were plenty of words that he could say to her, to make her shiver in her shoes. But he knew that the intense stare in his eyes would do kind of the same thing. Many thought his ice-blue eyes were a perfect comparison for his soul. But if his eyes could really mimic his soul, they would be as black as the nights sky. After a few moments he ordered her to prepare his bath. There were burning wounds on his chest, dirt beneath his nails, his hair was greasy. It was a long time ago he had looked like that, dirty from hard work. And he loved it. But he couldn’t give him that pleasure every day, not anymore. There just had happened too much, he had other things to attend to. And smiting, raiding or fighting weren’t one of them. First of all he needed to rule his kingdom, make sure the people obeyed him. But maybe even more he needed his daughter to find his long lost son and the murderers that had put his wife’s life to an end.

”Of course my King.” Those words always gave him a good feeling. He indeed was her king, just as much as she was his thrall. A position he would make sure of that she never forgot. Vidar followed her to the bathing room. The air was warm, from the fire that was being held burning day and night. In the middle there was a big wooden tub, with tables full of herbs and candles next to it. The smell from the herbs filled the air, and he couldn’t help himself from inhaling deeply. Hillevi. While the thrall was putting her things on a table, he started to untie the crosswise trussed strands that kept up his pants. He heard her pouring buckets of warm water as he stepped out of his trousers. ”The bath is ready for you my King.” He looked over his shoulder and saw the girl motioning towards the water. Slowly Vidar turned around, showing her his entire bareness. But there wasn’t a single drop of shyness on his posture. For a man of his age he was still well-formed and strong. He was looking for her eyes, trying to see her reaction to his appearance. He did that with all the thralls that would help him with his bath. Not that he had wrong intentions with them, no, there was only one woman he had ever wanted to make love to. But he looked at them just to find that one spark again. The same spark that he had ever seen in his wife’s eyes. But never he had seen it.. As usual he only saw a forced smile, almost overthrown by fear.

Vidar lifted up his leg to step into the bath when he heard the sound from metal against stone. He saw a shimmering in the corner of his eye and he placed his foot back on the floor. The pile of dirty clothes that the girl had been carrying was fallen to the floor. But apparently it didn’t only included clothes. Vidar looked over his shoulder before he turned around completely. And then he saw it.. A medium long sword, finished with red emerald stoned on the handle. In less than a second he recognized the sword. And that was when his wife’s name popped up in his mind for the second time. Hillevi. Vidar’s lip started to tremble from anger, and while he still tried to contain that anger he leaned in forward. He could distinguish the grip from that handle from a thousand other swords, even with his eyes closed. It was too small for his big hand, but had fit perfectly in the small hand from his wife. He looked at the small details and carvings that run across the blade. There was only one person in Uddevalla who was able to create such a fine blade. He. And then he exploded. With a furious scream he turned around, pointing the sword at the thrall as he stepped towards her with big, frantic steps.

The girl hastily took some steps back until her path was blocked by a wall. Vidar could see the fear in her eyes, the fear for her life. But not a single hair on his body had compassion for her. He didn’t even wanted an explanation from her, he wouldn’t give her the chance to say a word. Merciless he pressed the point of the small sword against her throat, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets from anger. ”You..” He growled, his spit flying all over her. And then he realized that he didn’t wanted to begrime his wife’s sword. So he pulled it back, threw it to the corner of the room so she wouldn’t be able to reach for it. And then he placed his wide hand around her throat. He felt her trachea beneath his touch, and the only thing he could think about was the sound she would make when he would pulverize it. ”Stealing from me is one thing.” He snorted and started to choke her. ”But stealing from my wife?” Speaking the words out loud made him even angrier. Vidar brought his second hand to her throat as well and lifted her from the ground. Again he shouted, don’t caring about people in the manor hearing him. He knew there wouldn’t be a single person that would dare to step in. And then he dropped her, the sound from her knees bashing onto the floor filled the chamber. But he didn’t gave her any time to endure the pain. Instead he grabbed her by her long, dark hair and started to drag her towards the bathing tub.


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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Mon Sep 18, 2017 3:28 pm


Alvina was still struck with fear as she watched King Vidar pick the knife up in his hand and scream, turning onto her and charging towards her body. He was then pointing it at her throat. This was it, he was going to stab her and end her life, and she wouldn't even get to go to valhalla once it was all over. She was a sexton and she wasn't sure she would be aloud in a viking heaven. She wouldn't even have a Christian Heaven that the people she was born from believed in.She didn't believe in their god, so why would he let her in, not to mention she knew nothing of him other than the vikings jokes they made. No, she would die here living a life of a slave, and then simply end. Nothing wonderful waiting for her, nothing to look forward to escaping to. Was her small chance of getting away to freedom really worth what was happening to her right now? The answer was definitely no. Even though she was sure she wouldn't have been caught, here she was about to die at the hands of the naked man in front of her.

The King then spoke ”You..” he said with such anger, spitting all over her face, that her tears slowly started to fall down her face. King Vidar had been cruel to her in the past, but nothing like this. She had always done her best to not angry him. To stay on his good side, always waiting and bidding time for the moment she could get away. What all that fakery did now. However a small amount of hope filled her as she watched him throw the small sword away, to a place that would be hard for them both to reach. That hope left as swiftly as it had come as he put a hand around her neck and started to hold her throat, not yet choking her. Alvina was aware that she was sobbing now, that she was so scared, but she had also kept her mouth shut. She hadn't begged for her life yet. For she knew that her begging would fall on ears that didn't care for her words. He was far to angry for that right now. ”Stealing from me is one thing.” she heard him say just before he started to choke her. Shortly followed after by ”But stealing from my wife?” he said as he added a second hand. Choking her harder, and harder.  Alvina brought her hands up to his hand, trying to get him to let go, or to stop.

Of all the people that small sword could have belonged to, it just had to be the late Queens. If she had known that it was her,  Alvina wouldn't have gone near it. She wouldn't have dared touch anything of King Vidar's Queen. Not just because of her fear of him, but also because of her respect for the late Queen. She had been a kind women when she had been alive, and next to the crown prince Vern, she had been her favorite of the house hold. Queen Hillevi had always been the one to get her punishments to be less extreme when she was a child. Making sure they knew that she was still young, and would learn to listen. Talking to Alvina after words to make sure she knew not to do what she did again. That she couldn't and wouldn't always help. Alvina felt her vision start to fog up, her hands on his hands slowly starting to stop clawing at his skin, and her choked sobs started to die off. This was it, she was about to pass out and drift into her horrible death.

But then she was dropped, her knees smashing into the ground below her. A loud scream of pain escapes her just before she feels her hands in her hair, dragging her toward the bathing tub he was going to get into  before the sword had fallen out of its hiding place. Alvina tried to grab onto something, to keep from being dragged to whatever cruel thing he was going to do next, but everything she grabbed she let go shortly after. The pain from her head being to much to withstand. Alvina was also aware that one of her knees was bleeding, she could feel the blood running down her leg and onto the floor as he dragged her. What was he going to do next? He had already almost killed her, and threaten her. There was no way she was going to try to escape again any time soon. Not that she even thought she would be able to walk from this. Was the King going to rape her now? Drown her in the bathtub?

All those thought brought the sobbing back. However it also brought back her voice. " My King" she said at first before scolding herself. He wasn't going to listen to her pleasant words. " If I had known it was your wives, I would have never touched it!" she said with a shout and a cry. " I respected her far to much, please. I wouldn't have touched it if I had known." she said shortly after. The closer they got the the tub the more desperate she became. "I was..I just wanted something to protect myself with" she said as she silently came up with a plan. " A man, he keeps trying to touch me. I wanted to be able to stop him if he tried something on me." she said with a cry. Alvina wasn't completely lying to him, there had been a man would would flirt with her and touch her face from time to time, but he had never tried anything. Part of her felt bad if the King believed her and something happened to him, but in the moment it was her or him. " I should have just come to you, but I feared you wouldn't believe me! I am but a slave, it would have been my word over his" she said next. More sobs racked her body and she tired to manipulate the King, praying that he would buy her lies. " I didn't want anyone to touch me, as you know I am untouched. I..I belong to you not him" she said crying. If this worked he very well may rape her, but at least she wouldn't be dead."Ive never done anything against you before, please you must believe me." she cried.  Now she would simply have to see if he bought it, or saw threw her lies.



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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Mon Sep 25, 2017 3:42 pm

The screams, the gargling. It were sounds that sounded like music in his ears. Vidar had absolutely no mercy, and wasn’t planning on giving her any grace. If he had any left at all.. He felt her hair curling around his fingers as he dragged her towards the bath tub that she had prepared for him. The slave was sobbing, trying to find some grip on the stone tiles, but he was more powerful. ”My King.” Vidar heard her begging, but only from a distance. It was like he was standing in a bubble of his raging thoughts. The surrounding had become vague to him. The only thing he wanted to make her pay, to make her suffer for whatever she had tried to do with Hillevi’s sword. ”If I had known it was your wives, I would have never touched it!” Vidar pulled her up by her hair, pushing her upper body over the edge of the bath tub. With one hand he forced her nearby the surface of the water, with the other he held up her head by grabbing her hair even more violently. ”I respected her far too much, please. I wouldn’t have touched it if I had known.” Vidar growled when he heard her words. They had no impact on him. ”I do not care about what you thought. I do not care how you feel.” He turned her head, forcing her to look in his eyes. ”I was.. I just wanted something to protect myself with. A man, he keeps trying to touch me. I wanted to be able to stop him if he tried something on me.” He saw how her tears broke the surface from the water in the tub. But it moved him in not a single way. ”And I most certainly do not care about what you want.” He made her look back at the water, slowly pressing her downwards. ”I only care about what you did.”

”I should have just come to you, but I feared you wouldn’t believe me! I am but a slave, it would have been my word over his.” She kept going on, and Vidar realized that she was trying to change the subject. He pulled her hair even tighter and brought his own head closer to her. His warm, furious breath in the back of her neck as he leaned over her in his complete bareness. ”I know what you are trying to do.” He whispered, but the girl was just too bust with her own fear and grieve that she kept continuing. ”I didn’t want anyone to touch me, as you know I am untouched. I..I belong to you, not him.” And then he had enough of her maundering. ”Shut your filthy mouth.” He bawled. ”I’ve never done anything against you before, please you must believe me.” Vidar pressed her head down, he mouth and nose in the water, her ears just above it so she could still hear him. ”I indeed own you.” He continued, shouting. ”But apart from that you mean nothing to me. There are hundred girls that would gladly take over your place and would not betray me or my wife.” He pulled her from out of the water again, letting her breath for a second. ”And I do not care who touches you, if I wanted to I would even let the pigs mount you.” And by those words he ripped apart the back of her dress, making it fall over her shoulders. "And now you are going to pay." With the hand that he wasn’t using to hold her down, he pulled the dress down until it was on the floor and she was as naked as he was. He was sick of her weeping, so to muffle her crying he pressed her head completely in the water of the bath. And while he did so, he entered her body and took away the untouched part of her body, that she had pretended to save for him. Vidar didn’t wanted to do it, he hated it. But he also knew it was one of the most effective ways to make a girl pay for something she had done wrong. And that she definitely had..

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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Mon Sep 25, 2017 5:15 pm


Alvina knew that King Vidar wasn't listening to her, she had slowly started to realize the more she tried to talk the more angry she was making him. She had been aware that he had been trying to talk during her story, during her lies, but she had just kept talking. Ignoring his warning. Ignoring him tell her that he didn't care about her, her feelings, or anything else to do with her. All he cared about was what she had done. That she had tried to steal from him, that was all that mattered to the King, but she still kept going. Trying desperately to get him to stop. To get him to feel something other then the blinding rage he was feeling for her right this minute. She should have listened to him, she should have stopped talking, but she just couldn't. Not as he dragged her body and held her over the tub that had been meant for him to be cleaned in, not as he screamed into her face as her manhandled her body with his sheer strength. She should have never followed through with her plan.He was going to drown her as well now? It certainly seemed that way. For just as she finished speaking he shoved her head into the water. Making sure to keep her ears above so she could hear his words. ”I indeed own you.” He said first.

She was struggling, trying her best not to breath in the water. Not to suck the water into her lungs, but she also wanted to sob to scream. She wanted to hurt him. Alvina wanted to make the King bleed. She had been trashing her arms about. Trying to grab at his arm holding her when she heard him speak again ”But apart from that you mean nothing to me. There are hundred girls that would gladly take over your place and would not betray me or my wife.” She almost sucked the water in at those words. The only truthful thing she had said in her story was she wouldn't have hurt the Queen. She would have never done anything against his wife. Vidar pulled her from the water and Alvina made sure to suck in as much air as she could, but sobs instantly took over her breathing. She wasn't dead yet, she could maybe live through this. For a moment she stopped trying to claw at him. At the moment she tired her best to breath and sob. ”And I do not care who touches you, if I wanted to I would even let the pigs mount you.” were the Kings next words. This didn't help with her calming herself down. Nor did the feel of him ripping her dress apart. No it simply made breathing harder, made the sobs that left her body harder louder. She tried to struggle away from him, but he was far to strong for her.

He was going to rape her now. She was going to get every cruel treatment he could do to her now all at once. "And now you are going to pay." was what Vidar said next as he finished ripping her dress all the way off. Leaving her naked as he was." NO! Please don't" she screamed at him "Please!" she screamed once more before he shoved her head back under the water. Pressing her down fully and deeper into the water. She had been screaming right before it happened so she had less air then the first time. What made everything so much worse is he entered her shortly after. It look everything for her not to scream out in the water at the pain. It hurt worst then her knees, it hurt worse then anything she had ever felt in her entire life. She hadn't been ready for him, so he was rubbing painfully everywhere. She could feel the blood running down her legs now as well. He had taken the last bit of innocence she had left. The last things that had left her pure was now gone forever, and she was going to drown by the same hands that raped her. It hurt and burned in a way she never felt possible. She knew the first time was painful, but this was ungodly horrible. Something she never wanted to happen again, never experience again.

Alvina reached her arms out thrashing much harder from the first time. Trying her best to get away from him, to make him stop moving inside her. She finally angled her arm in a way that she grabbed something. She had no idea what part of his body she grabbed but she dug her nails into it as hard as she possible could. She was starting to get dizzy, she knew it was close to the end. She was going to die soon. So she drug her nails that were digging into him down the body part, hoping it make him bleed, at least she could hurt him before her death. Where ever she had gabbed it had been enough for him to let go of the pressure on her head just a bit, causing her to yank her head up to take a deep breath before she started screaming again. "STOP" she had screamed at the top of her lungs. He was still inside her, still hurting her to no end, but at least she could breathe for a moment. She felt his hand start to try to push her head under the water again and she grabbed the same spot she had just scratched and repeated the movement she hoped if he wasn't bleeding before he would be now. It had been enough for him to pull out of her at least. She was sure he was going to try and hurt her in a new way if not kill her. But she wasn't being raped anymore.

" Please, I'll never do anything again..Im sorry. I'm so sorry..I swear I'll be good...I'll be so good" she said as she tried to get away from him, his body was still to close for her to get away, however she could turn around to face him. Trying to cover herself as the tears fell down her face and he legs shook from the pain everywhere.From her lungs to her knees. Everything hurt, and part of her wished he had killed her when he chocked her, then she wouldn't have had to live through this. To live with this moment the rest of her life. Her first time having sex, being raped by the man she hated most in the world. The man she hated so much more. A man she wanted to hit, bite, kick, kill. Would she even make it out of this room however? What more could he do to her then kill her at this point? She was sure more punishment was on its way. She had hurt him a little bit, enough to get him to stop, but she had hurt him all the same.


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PostSubject: Re: [RAP] The planned escape [Vidar Ingvarsson] Sat Nov 18, 2017 6:56 pm

Vidar closed his eyes as he entered her body, facing his head to the ceiling. His jaws were pressed firmly onto each other as he took away the last piece of her innocence. The girl fought him off with every power she had left in her body, but there was just no escaping to his power, to his anger, to his wrath. Vidar thrusted his lower body against her back rhythmically and grabbed her by her dark curls to force her head into the water. Slowly he looked down, only to see blood running from between her legs. They were both covered in her blood, and Vidar breathed in deeply though his nose. And then he felt her nails piercing in the skin on his upper leg. He released a grown when she tried to scratch away all of his skin. Vidar released the hand on her head and grabbed her wrist instead to stop her from hurting him. ”STOP.” She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came above the surface again. Vidar growled again, but this time not from pain. He released his seed inside her belly and allowed her to pull back her lower body. He opened his eyes again and stared right back into her eyes.  ”Please, I’ll never do anything again.. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll be good.. I’ll be so good.” Vidar stood up again, looked down at himself, at all the blood that was spilled. When he looked back at her, it was full of disgust. ”I don’t need you to be good.” He growled and spat on the floor next to her. ”I need you to obey.” Vidar gave her one more look before he turned around and walked towards the corner of the room. He picked up Hillevi’s sword and observed it closely. Slowly he brought the sword to his lips and gently kissed the gemstone on the handle. After that he turned to a pile of hides and picked up one. As if nothing had happened he started to clean himself, wiped off the blood on his lower body. When he was done he threw the hide on the floor and gave Alvina another look. ”Clean up this mess.” He commanded her before he left the bathing room, still in his complete bareness and still holding the sword.

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