Chapter 10: ""I will have you...willing or not!""

**Chapter 10**

Although Rain was doing her best to stay out of the Warlock's reach, it still wasn’t enough. The Warlock grabbed hold of Rain’s wrist, smiling when he gripped hard enough to see a flash of pain in her expression.

‘Not so easy to ignore now am I!’ The Warlock thought internally, his internal voice arrogant.

With the pain in her wrist, came Rain’s internal protest. *“I don’t want this thing to touch me!”*

Panic started to rise within her, while she jerked her wrist, trying to free herself from his grip. The Warlock felt a thrill at seeing Rain’s pain, so he squeezed harder, enough to grind her bones. Rain held in the gasp of pain she wanted to let out and jerked her wrist again.

The Warlock’s hold was firm and didn’t break. “And just where do you think you’re going missy.” He asked Rain in an arrogant tone. Then his lips twisted into a cruel and lecherous smile. “You’re here to serve me.”

Rain tugged her wrist again, fear running through her at his expressession. “I was told to pour wine to my assigned guest, nothing more nothing less.” Rain managed to keep her voice calm and steady as she replied to the Warlock.

The Warlock felt his fury rise at the refusal the slave dared to give him. His face reddened and his eyes started to bulge out, spit gathered at the corner of his mouth. Rain felt revulsion turn her stomach.

*“Don’t panic, I’m here with you.”* Hope said to Rain, trying to comfort her.

Rebecca seeing the confrontation between the Warlock and Rain started to feel amused. She believed the Warlock was about to teach Rain a lesson in what it meant to be nothing more than a slave to be used in what ever way they desired.

The other Warlocks seemed to have gotten impatient with their assigned slaves as well. They were now following Elder Warlock Barnaby Horowitz’s actions and disciplining the female slaves.

“I was promised a female companion tonight.” Elder Barnaby snarled at Rain, spit flying, making him look rabid. “That female was to pour my wine and then service me as a woman should a man”

Rain paled even further, her body and soul now protesting vehemently the words Elder Barnaby was roaring at her.

“I was…I was only told to pour…pour the wine…and…and…that’s all I'll do.” Rain said, Rain tried to make her voice strong and firm, but her fear had it coming out breathy sounding and shaky.

When Warlock Barnaby pulled on Rain again, she dug her heels into the carpet to keep from falling forward.

“I will have you in my bed tonight, willing or not!” Elder Warlock Barnaby declared in a snarl.

Rain pulls harder than she did before, trying to wrench her wrist from Warlock Barnaby’s grip. His grip loosened a bit, but not enough for Rain to get free of his hold.

Rain voiced her protest of Barnaby’s words aloud. “I will not.” Her voice held firm this time.

Snapping, Barnaby pulls hard on Rain’s wrist, yanking her to him. Then he back slapped her, putting force behind the blow. ‘The blow actually hurt my hand.’ Barnaby scoffed inwardly.

Rain’s ears were ringing with the blow, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth down her chin, dripping onto her exposed chest and the dress.

Barnaby, deciding he hadn’t taught Rain enough of a lesson, roared “You dare defy your Masters Slave!” Barnaby thought his words would remind Rain of just exactly what she was. “You will be in my bed tonight whether you desire it or not!”

Rain shakes her head, her whole body starts to shake with her fear, her stomach twisting in revulsion at the thought of Barnaby touching her in any way. Especially in a way that was so intimate.

Rain looked across the room, and the sight that met her eyes stunned and horrified her. Several of the apprentices had been laid out on the table. Their clothes were torn, their breasts exposed. The skirt of the dresses hiked up.

One of the apprentices was staring in her direction, her gaze was flat and hopeless, tears were flowing out of her eyes. She looked like a broken doll, her body jerking with each thrust from the Warlock who was raping her.

Some of the others were still trying to put up a fight, but because of the drugs they failed. The Warlocks were successful in holding the apprentices down and taking what they wanted. The looks in the apprentice's eyes were haunting. The Warlocks looked like a pack of sadistic demons as they took them against their will.

Rain’s gaze quickly flew up the table to her mothers. Her mother was smiling, a feverish look on her face as she enjoyed what was happening. Sarah was too. Bonnie and Janice looked bored. Kelly was smiling.

Rebecca liked what she was seeing, it started to make her body ache for some attention. So she ordered one of her servants to get under the table. Rebecca leaned back in her chair, as the servant ran her hands reverently up Rebbeca’s thighs as she parted them.

Rain looked away from her as soon as the delighted look appeared on Rebbeca’s face. She felt disgusted and nearly vomited. Rain started to struggle harder to get away from Barnaby. Rain looked up to see her females were also in the same predicament as she was.

Several of the slaves let out yelps of pain as they’re slapped for their protests and refusals to submit to the Warlocks. The sound of their clothes being torn was loud. The females let out more screams of protest as their bodies are bared to their advances.

Some of the females were crying, their words begging the Warlocks to stop. Other females didn't even bother, knowing begging would only encite the Warlocks even further, and were just fighting back. One of the apprentices was being slapped repeatedly, another chocked as they were raped.

Barnaby, furious that Rain continued to struggle, yanked hard on her wrist and slapped her across her face. Rain fell to the ground from the force of his slap. Barnaby yanks Rain up off the floor, and slaps her again, this time Rain lands painfully against the long thirty seated oval table, made of heavy oak.

Rain’s right hip and ribs were instantly bruised. Rain saw she had landed next to a long eating dagger. Rain didn’t think, she grabbed it, just in time for Barnaby to yank her arm again. Rain didn’t resist the pull this time.

The Warlock was surprised at how easily Rain came when he pulled on her this time, but what made him freeze, was the sudden fiery pain in his belly. Barnaby looked down at his stomach, and saw his eating dagger embedded in it. ‘The Bitch actually stabbed me.’ He thought incredulously.

Everything slowed down and seemed to be going in slow motion for Rain. Barnaby opened his mouth to roar his fury at Rain, but instead of a roar he coughed up a spray of blood. All over Rain's chest, soaking the front of her dress to her waist in his blood.

Rebbeca was stopped from coming a second time when she realized something was wrong. Eldar Warlock Barnaby had just coughed up a virtual fountain of blood onto Rain.

With blood dripping from the sides of his mouth, Barnaby fell to the ground. Rebecca put her hand on her servant's head, stopping her ministrations.

The servant looked up at Rebecca confused, thinking she had somehow displeased her mistress, but her mistress wasn’t looking at her, she was glaring across the room.

Rain was looking at Barnaby, and thought that she would be safe from his advances only when he was dead. Rain pulled the dagger out of Barnaby’s stomach, then raising her hand high, Rain brought the dagger back down forcefully into the side of Barnaby’s neck.

A shocked expression came over Barnaby’s face. His eyes burned in rage at Rain. ‘How dare this slave try to kill me.’ Barnaby was unable to voice that question aloud, as Rain chose that moment to pull the knife out of his neck. His blood started to spray everywhere in a shower.

Barnaby choked on his own blood, no longer able to breath, his vision going black as he fell to the floor. His outrage reflected sighlessly in his eyes. Rain saw the words they spoke, and realized, even as the Warlock died, he still raged over the fact that a slave dared to kill him.

Rebbeca stood abruptly to her feet, her chair flying back and clattering to the ground. She was furious, just seconds ago she was moments away from coming again, watching a grand show. But her stupid mongrel daughter just had to ruin everything.

Rain didn’t hear the chair clatter to the ground, her ears were still ringing from Barnaby’s blows. Rain was starting to go into shock,staring down at the blood pooling around Barnaby’s body. Disbelief over what she had just done was making her head spin. It was Hope who made Rain get ahold of herself.

*“Danger! Mommy dearest isn’t happy about what just happened!”* Hope said frantically.

Rain looked at her mother, and saw the killing glare in her eyes. Hope felt her fur stand on end at the look in Rebecca’s eyes, Rain felt it in the root of her hair. That’s when Rain realized, just exactly, how much danger she was in.

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