Oh to hell with it…
All this stuff happens really early so its not really a spoiler anyway.
Year 16
You stand alone before Mistress face to face in the room you’ve been trained in by her for the past four years. You’re training has been grueling to say the least, you’ve been forced to fight various beasts and people using traditional weapons as well as battle magic. You’ve been subjected to harsh environment conditions not to mention the psychological torture that Mistress seems to enjoy. You can’t imagine that your classmates had training this tough.
“Today is the big day Eternal. Today is the day you get to kill me with your own bare hands.” Mistress says with her usual wry smile. “Think you can handle that?”
“If that’s what my training entails today, I shall certainly do my best, Mistress.”
“Your best won’t be good enough I assure you. Better you should just accept your death now or beg for mercy…but I believe we know you won’t do either of those things mainly because you’re too stupid to know your place.”
“If you say so Mistress.”
Mistress’ smile becomes a disappointed frown. She would prefer you to fear her, but that’s no longer going to happen so she’d at least like you to get angry which does happen from time to time. It isn’t always easy maintaining a detached demeanor given how much abuse you’ve put up with, but if you’ve learned anything, it annoys the hell out of her.
“Your attempt at remaining emotionless just continues to prove what a mindless fool you are. Attempting to show bravery when today is the day you know you’re…”
And before she can even complete her sentence you throw a punch at her face. She dodges, but doesn’t quite make it and part of your fist hits the side of her cheek, which staggers her backwards.
You press your attack with another punch, but are blocked when she throws up her hand creating a force shield.
“Too bad, that was the only chance you’re going to get.” She says and knocks you to the ground with sweeping kick to your feet.
You barely have to time to roll out of the way before Mistress conjures some sort of magical sword in her hand and tries to impale you with it. You get enough distance to cast firebolts at her, but again she blocks them with her barrier. She counters with some sort of ice cone, which covers you in frost and chills you to the bone before you can counter it with your own barrier.
Mistress is relentless with casting spell after spell and you’re getting weaker with each passing moment just trying to keep up your defenses. Mistress’ magic is not only stronger than yours, but she’s also had a lot more experience in maintaining her stamina while using it. If you keep this up, she’ll kill you for sure.
“I’ve seen better magic cast by half blind hedge wizards!” Mistress mocks and casts a poison cloud that suddenly envelops you within your own protective barrier. You instantly feel sick and stagger out of the cloud, dropping your barrier in the process.
Taking advantage of your distraction she throws her magic sword which probably would’ve decapitated you had you not had your head down and vomiting up a bit of blood at the time. As it stands you merely feel the blade graze the top of your head.
You look up just in time for her to conjure a new weapon, which materializes in her hand. You waste no time in conjuring one of your own to deflect the second attack she attempts to bring down on your head.
“Quit struggling monkey. You’re no match for me in martial combat either!”
She might be right, but just like when you were five, you’re not going to just accept death. With all your might you push her back with your weapon and then drop it only to grab her by the wrist with both hands and break it. Mistress makes a yelp and drops her weapon.
She kicks you in the crotch and punches you in the side of the head with her one good hand. You feel pain, but try to ignore it as you trade another couple of punches and kicks with her before pulling her to the floor while crushing all your weight on her left arm which you were still holding by her broken wrist. The pair of you rolls on the floor for a moment and at this point you’re severely bleeding from scratches on your face and head. She must’ve had a hidden blade on her as well because you definitely feel one go into your back and being twisted around. She attempts to bite your throat out, but you headbutt her in the nose and rotate her around with her left arm. You break it to the point where the bone has snapped out from the skin. She stifles her urge to cry out and instead tries to break free, but you’re doing the best you can to prevent her from going anywhere by pressing all your weight on her and using your free hand to reach around to choke her.
The pair of you are a mess, but that’s not the weird part, the weird part is you’re starting to get…excited.
“(Gasp) I can feel your enthusiasm…pressing into me. Well…(gasp) is it everything you expected Eternal?” Mistress asks, which catches you so off guard you release your grip from her neck.
Heavily panting and trying to push herself up off the floor with her good arm. Mistress turns her head enough so she can see your face. Her eyes still display that coldness you’re used to, but there’s something else there. Something…seductive.
“I bet right now, you don’t know whether to kill me… or fuck me.”
“Wha…what?” you exclaim.
“Don’t deny it…you’ve always wanted me in this way. I know how you’ve looked at my body lustfully during our training sessions. I know your violent primal urges. All the hatred you’ve built up over the years for me could only be unleashed in this way. The need to conquer and defile your enemy in every way imaginable. And who am I, but your enemy? Finish it Eternal or am I mistaken and you’re lacking in that simple task as well?” She says and begins to laugh.
Her taunts, her laughter, everything about her are enough to put you over the edge. The twisted thing is she’s right. You do feel some sort of…the word isn’t attraction…you don’t know what the correct word for it would be, but you feel it.
You release her arm and painfully pull the bloody dagger out of your back to slice the back of her form fitting clothing and rip most of it off of her. While she continues to taunt you, you toss the dagger aside, proceed to pull down your own breeches and thrust into her roughly from behind.
From there it gets surreal as she goes from continuing to taunt you and what are presumably sounds of ecstasy. She even demands that you to continue choking her. All of this puts you in such a state of confusion that you have a hard time even finishing. This whole experience is quite unknown to you as you’ve only read about such activities, but certainly never engaged in them. Surely, it isn’t always like this?
When you’ve finished you briefly collapse backwards which is all the time Mistress needs to gain her advantage. She grabs the bloody dagger you pulled out your back and stabs you in the leg with it. You think she was aiming higher, but you managed to drag yourself out of the way in time to avoid such a grievous injury. Unfortunately she still manages to cast some sort of force spell and slam you against the wall with it. You can’t move no matter how hard you try. Mistress, naked and bloodied from your battle approaches you with one useless broken arm and her other hand up keeping the spell with the cruel smile on her face you’re used to seeing.
“Look at you, you’re already spent.” she remarks getting closer to you as you feel her spell continuing to crush you into the wall.
“All right. That will do. I don’t know what the point of all this was, but I’m putting an end to it right now.” Mr. Mol suddenly says. You didn’t even see him enter the room, though you were sort of pre-occupied.
“Mmm, interesting that you waited until after the floor show before putting an end to it Jacob. Did our actions excite you as well? Maybe you could’ve joined in or perhaps you just like to watch. Yes, I imagine watching is something a eunuch like yourself is only capable of.”
Mistress releases her spell as Mr. Mol comes closer to the pair of you. You slump to the floor exhausted.
“The Emperor says he’s ready now and there is no more need to test him.” Mr. Mol says.
“Maybe not for your precious Emperor, but I needed to test him for myself.” Mistress replies.
“For what purpose?”
“Just to see if he was up to the challenge, but he was severely lacking in every way just as I suspected. Take your creation Jacob, I am done with him.”
Still in discussion with Mr. Mol, Mistress isn’t paying attention to you at all. You are beneath her notice now and you aren’t sure if that makes you madder than the fact that she just defeated you in battle when you thought for sure you had her beat. You stare at the dagger in your leg and think how easy it would be to use it on that bitch while she isn’t paying attention.
1. Stab Mistress with the knife
2. Resist the urge
There you go, a complete page sneak preview until the entire thing is finished.
