11 April 2014

I have come back around to the dark evil of the book.
The Bayts.

Ja’dare hears the sounds, and begins to push around,
Trying to break herself free, while still keeping a low sound,
The humans near watch her, then try to do the same,
Thinking it is fun, “I can do that.” They think it is a game,
Breaking one of the rusted chains, Ja’dare is almost free,
Turning her to head to the side, scared of what she can see,
Viktor approaches, moving slowly into the stream of light,
Looking around then down, to see Ja’dare fight,
He looks away from her, then to Faelyn staying still,
Marking her with his own smell, so the others don’t kill,
Peeing over her, she wakes and screams from the soak,
“What the fuck is this?” she asks, thinking it a sick joke,
“You are mine.” Viktor answers, then leaves the same way,
As Ja’dare looks at her strange, covered in a smell spray,
The sounds of the other bayts approaching make Ja’dare think,
Putting together that they won’t touch her if she also was to stink,
“Suck it up from the ground, and spit it on me.” She asks quick,
Faelyn looks at her, “What do you mean?” feeling sick,
“Spit it on me now.” Ja’dare pleads as Faelyn kneels,
Sucking up a mouthful of pee, showing how she feels,
Spitting the fluids out, and covering some of Ja’dare’s skin,
Looking to the ground, just as the blood trails begin.