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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warning:there will be disturbing scenes in this chapter.
Poetry used is from Edgar Allen Poe’s Alone

Chapter 8 – Blood Cries.

*~*~* Cyril Blackstone *~*~*

I had just left Darren in Master Daniel’s quarters and now he was screaming my name. Screaming for me as if his life depended on it. How foolish these new slaves could be. Did he not realize what could happen? I almost didn’t return. Master’s beat slaves all the time, though how Darren could have already managed to earn such a punishment escaped me.

What finally turned me around was the fact that he hadn’t cried out in pain. He’d been yelling my name from the start. I hurried back to Master Daniel’s quarters before one of the more notorious Masters might hear him.

I rapped on the door and awaited the Master’s summons, but all I could hear was Darren alternately sobbing, mumbling something and calling for me. I hesitated a moment longer, then opened the door and stepped inside.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded to know, but when my eyes caught up with my mouth, I stopped where I stood. I knew William Hayes’ tastes had been getting darker and darker, but I’d not seen anything like this.

A pool of blood lay drying to one side of the room. Bloody handcuffs still dangled from the ceiling hooks, while numerous footprints and smears led from the gruesome floor decoration. Darren’s terrified voice pulled mye toe to where he knelt on the bed, holding a bloody mass that I barely recognized as Master Daniel. I began to shake. I’d never seen Hayes treat a master this way… if he would do this to masters, what might he do to anyone here?

“You have to help him! We can’t let him drown!” Darren cried, tears streaming down his face.

He spoke nonsense. Of course Daniel wouldn’t drown. I moved closer, my eyes wide as I took in all the damage that had been wrought to one man’s body. Could he even still be alive?

“I…I…Your father was the last in here. If he’s like this it’s because your father wanted it like this. I don’t know what I can do!” I was terrified by what I saw, by what my imagination more than happily painted as an image of what must have occurred here.

“Get someone! Madam Kay or my father or… someone!”
hugghugged Master Daniel to his chest, tears splashing down onto the bruised flesh of the unconscious man. Trembling fingers brushed hair from a deceptively calm face as he promised to help him. But he needed my help, too. I don’t think Master Daniel had long to live and I could travel the halls and buildings with relative ease.

“I—I think I know someone who can help.” I offered, but I don’t think he heard me, lost as he was in his grief for his master. I let myself out of the room, grabbing the red marker from inside and hanging it outside. How horribly accurate the marker for privacy proved to be. No one would dare enter the room while I was gone on my errand, though. Unless Mr. Hayes returned to gloat… or watch Master Daniel die.

While I went looking for Mr. Anton, I considered Darren. I found his behavior quite strange. Slaves rarely showed concern for their masters… though I must admit all my experience had been with the harsher Masters. I had heard a few of the masters were actually kind, but that was beyond my knowledge to know for certain.

I also remembered my talk with Mr. Anton…

*~*~*

“I’m sick of this place. It’s not what I expected. It’s not what I thought. I want you to help me escape. I want to go back to my family.”

He pursed his lips and I wondered what he thought.

“You realize what you’re asking me? I’ll lose my job for certain.”

“Please, Mr. Anton.” I begged. “Do you have any idea what we go through here? What we are made to do? I—I’ve watched you, each time you come here. You’re different from the others. I’m hoping you’ll be willing to help.”

“Look,” He started. “What you’re asking is going to cost you more than one night. I’ll help you escape, but I want every night with them until then. I can’t leave until Friday. That’s four days from now. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” Then he raised an eyebrow and asked my name. I told him.

“Look, Cyril. I’ve got plans I need to complete. You help me, and I’ll help you escape. Cross me, and you’ll be sorry.”

“Anything, Mr. Anton. Thank you, Mr. Anton.”

“Tonight—“

“Not tonight, Mr. Anton, I’m sorry. Tonight is the one night I cannot give you—“

“No, that’s alright. Tonight all I want is dinner and my room. It’s been a long day. Tomorrow will be soon enough for… other pleasure’s.” He looked at the building with what lustful longing. “Are you certain you can get me

“Positive, Mr. Anton. Positive.”

*~*~*

Of course, last night Madame Kay had gotten Darren instead. And Mr. Hayes had given orders Daniel was not to be disturbed.
And now I knew why. Thank the gods I had not tried to sneak Anton in last night. I only hoped he would still be willing to help me escape, now that I had not been able to give him what he had desired.

I finally found him at the bar and grill, Illicit Pleasures, where patrons idled their time away while they waited for their fantasies to be arranged.

“M—Mister Anton?”

He turned toward me and for just a moment I saw the new slave looking back at me. It was the eyes. I took a hesitant step back.

“Yes?”

“I—I...” I stuttered and prayed he would still help me. “Please come with me… I—I need your help… or rather, slave Darren does…”

*~*~* Anton Kaplan *~*~*

‘Oh, god, no. Not Darren!’ What could have happened? I shivered as I remembered Cyril’s earlier words to me. I didn’t know what went on here. “Take me to him… Now, man!”

Cyril jumped, but grabbed my arm and pulled me hastily along. How long had it taken him to find me, I wondered. What had happened to Darren? Was he dying? My heart thudded in my throat. I had to relax. I needed to be able to think clearly because it was obvious the more I watched Cyril, that he was out of his realm of responsibility now. He looked continuously side-to-side as if expecting someone or something to challenge our right to be here.

From the hallway, all the rooms looked the same, only the arrangement of the few items inside the austere rooms varied. Cyril put his hands up in a ‘wait here’ motion when we came to a room near the end of a long hallway, with the door closed. A small red pendulum hung from the doorknob. I watched his quivering hand slowly open the door. He warily looked around the door, then grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me in behind him.

I almost lost it when I saw all the blood on the floor. My stomach twisted dangerously. Cyril tugged my arm anxiously.

“Mr. Anton, please, Master Dan—“

I heard w grw growl as I turned toward Cyril. There was a flash in my peripheral vision. Cyril went flying across the room and I found myself flat against the wall with the breath knocked out e. De. Darren’s hands fisted my shirt as he yelled over his shoulder at Cyril.

“I told you to bring help, not some piece of slime who only wants to use us and hurt us—!“

I still didn’t have enough air in my lungs to respond, but Cyril hurried to my aid, wrapping his hands around one of Darren’s arms and pulling to get his attention.

“This is the only man I know who might help. He’s the pilot who brought you here.”

I got a better look at Darren then, as his hands loosened their grip slightly. He looked just like the picture in my wallet. He had a subtle strength and I found myself proud that they hadn’t broken his spirit yet. It seemed he was stronger than he had appeared at the airstrip when we’d arrived. He looked up at mesitesitation, pain and longing in his eyes.

“Is… is that true? Are you here to help?”

My heart ached at the hope his voice held. Damn William Hayes! Damn him to hell! “Ye—yes… but I thought—?”

Darren pulled me over to the bed. A deathly pale face headed a body that lay swathed in strips of black silk. The remnants of a sheet lay in a pile on the floor. I remembered the blood I’d seen and my stomach turned again. What had happened here?

Darren’s bloodstained fingers brushed over a bruised arm and anguish filled his voice. “This is my master, Daniel. He—he—my father did this to him. He’s dying, I think. They hurt him terribly. He needs a doctor. Can you help?”

He looked at me with eyes that would put a beagle to shame. My heart cried out with matching anguish. I had to help him. But how? I wasn’t supposed to leave for two more days. I looked at Cyril, who stood shivering beside the door.

“I’ll need to check my plane.” Thank goodness they always refueled after landing. Made it easier to get me off quickly in case the next plane was early.” Is there ahanchance you can find them some clothes? We’ll have to hide the damage done to Daniel’s body.”

Cyril shook his head, his face crestfallen. “I’m sorry, Mr. Anton, I don’t have access to that area.”

“What about attendant’s clothing? Even a loose robe like your own would be good. Better in Daniel’s case, I think.”

“I could do that, yes. If—if—“

“Don’t worry, Cyril. Darren will need help getting Daniel out to the plane. You won’t be left behind. I’m grateful you came to me.” 'Otherwise I might not be getting Darren out of here in time.' “Bring some water back, too. No, juice! Juice would be better.” I corrected myself. Juice is what they gave you after donating blood. It was the best we’d be able to manage. “We’ve a couple hours, I think, before we can make the attempt. As soon as the plane is ready, I’ll come back and see what we can do for Daniel.” I turned back to Darren, seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ll do what I can, Darren. I promise.”

With that, I let Cyril lead me out of the maze of hallways, trusting him to do his part.

*~*~* Daniel *~*~*

I floated in a blissful grayness. Bliss to me, because it disconnected me from the pain I knew held my body in thrall. Was this what death held? This lack of… anything? If so, I welcome it. I hated my lot in life. I hated what I’d become.

They say your life passes before your eyes when you die, so perhaps I would be free soon, because suddenly I was ten again………

My mother whored her body on the streets to bring in money for food. My father sometimes worked the docks, but usually he was losing her hard-earned money to booze or gambling halls. School was my solitude, my haven, as it was for several children who were in circumstances similar to mine.

I’ll forever be grateful to Miss Langston, for encouraging my love of the printed word. There were so many worlds where wrongs were always righted. The poor were fed and clothed. The innocent were avenged. She loaned me the precious worlds that took me from my own dreary existence when my stomach hurt because the johns were few, or my body hurt because my father lost a bet or had no beer, or whatever he wanted but didn’t have.

And Poe. I loved his work. She finally made me a gift of it. I had borrowed that book of poetry from her every year, just to read his work. I had loved it once, before my parents learned I was worth more to them as a thing than a son. Thinking of it now brought no release from my world of pain, though. Not like it had when I had been a child.

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

My life for money. A thing to be sold for another’s lust. To be used the way he saw fit. How he saw fit. No questions asked. No quarter given. I’m so tired of it all… maybe this time it will end… maybe this time I’ve pushed him too far.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Who would mourn my loss? No one that I knew. Certainly not the parents who had thrown me into this life.

I became aware of the gray void slipping away as pain began to gnaw at the edges of my perception. Suddenly William Hayes’ hard eyes were enveloping me with their cold disdain as Marco’s vile whip tore into my back again.
I screamed as his contemptuous laughter filled my ears, struggled weakly against the hands that held my tortured body down. I couldn’t resist for long. I had no strength left. Wetness struck my face and I stilled immediately, strained to hear whas bes being murmured to me.

The pulse of blood in my ears slowly ceased it’s thumping and I was able to hear the softly spoken words.

“Daniel, he’s gone, you’re safe… please don’t leave me, Daniel… please don’t die.”

I swallowed imperceptibly, moved by the emotion in that voice. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, but I finally managed open my eyes. I looked through a mist as they refused to focus, but I was still able to recognize the flash of blue looking down on me now. Darren.

I shivered when his fingers gently brushed the side of my face and whimpered at the fire that burned through my battered body from my action. Why was he doing this? I was no one. He should hate me for what I’d done; yet here he was, cradling me. Crying over me. Why?

“I’m so sorry, Daniel. I’m not going to let you drown.”

I closed the eyes that refused to see, tried to distance myself from the agony that had become my body. I was vaguely aware that I was no longer nude and that realization only served to confuse me more.

I began to drift again as the sound of the door faintly echoed in the room.

*~*~* Cyril *~*~*

I returned with two robes and sandals. I could only hope they would fit, I didn’t want to answer a lot of questions. Darren’s head had shot up when the door opened and he relaxed noticeably when he saw it was me. I walked over to the bed, dropped the sandals on the floor and placed the robes on the bed. He still had not relinquished his hold of the injured man.

“I brought juice also.” I took two bottles out of the deep pockets of my robe.

“He’s unconscious again.”

The look on Darren’s face touched my heart. Gustave was right. He was a perfect slave, or at least he could have been. I began to wonder why Anton had decided to free them, too. Then I looked at Master Daniel again and knew why. I think the only reason he still lived was he didn’t want to give William Hayes the satisfaction.

“Come here, Darren.” I spoke more strongly than I felt.

“B—but, Daniel—“

“You can’t do anything more for him right now. You must get dressed.”

He eased Master Daniel’s body back down and then slid from the bed, careful not to shake the bed or jar the body on it. He walked over to me and waited expectantly. Obviously some of his training had made an impression, or perhaps he simply realized the truth of my statement.

I removed the collar that still adorned his neck and then held a robe out to him. The smaller of the two. One of my own. The other was a bit larger; it was one of my roommate’s robes. He dressed silently while I walked around the bed to take a closer look at the problem Master Daniel presented.

Now that there was an end in sight, I found I could think more clearly. The strips of silk were a good choice on Darren’s part, to stop any further loss of blood. I forced myself to gingerly press my fingers along Master Daniel’s chest. It didn’t feel like anything was broken. I snatched my fingers back when the injured man began to thrash weakly.

“What are you doing?” Darren cried and roughly pushed me aside to get to his precious Daniel.

His precious Daniel… was it possible? Had the slave claimed the master as his own? He’d only been a slave barely three days and soon would be free. It seemed unlikely; still… something had passed between them.

“I was just trying to be certain there were no broken bones.” I explained poorly, a bit jealous of his protection of Daniel.

“Don’t touch him! He’s been through enough!”

I watched as Darren carefully took one of Master Daniel’s hands in his and whispered soothing words I couldn’t hear. Toundounded man stilled soon after. A touch of fingers to lips gave me what I thought was my answer.

“We need to dress him.” I choked at the glare Darren turned my way. “Mr. Anton’s orders. We have to hide wounwounds.” I pleaded for understanding.

He waged an internal battle with himself. The need to help Master Daniel against the desire not to not cause him any further harm.

“He’s unconscious now. If we hurry, it should cause him less pain. We need to be certain the bandages are enough and tight enough that he won’t lose any more blood.”

*~*~* Daniel *~*~*

Once again I’m pulled from the insensate grayness, this time by pressure on my chest. I can’t breath. I try to escape from whatever holds me, but I’m still too weak. Someone grabs my hand and murmurs in my ear. I still don’t understand, but I recognized the tone. It was Darren. Again. He had saved me again. I wanted to thank him, ask him why, but I’m powerless to do anything.

Someonse ise is in the room. I hear another voice. I can’t even tremble. I’ve used up the small reserve of energy the grayness had given me. Hands grasp my shoulders and I wish I could scream, but I hear Darren’s voice again. Hear his earlier words to me. ‘…you’re safe…’

I want to believe him. Believe those words. I haven’t been safe for so long.

Hands lift me, hold me, shift me like a rag doll. Something tightens around my back and chest. Breathing is difficult again, but some of the white-hot flashes associated with the movement of my body begin to fade. Asphyxiation or pain? I’d welcome death.
‘…please don’t leave me, Daniel… please don’t die…’

Why? Why did he care? My eyes began to burn.

“We’re hurting him.”

“We’re almost done. A minute more… okay.”

I was eased back to lay on the bed. Tender fingers brushed at my face.

“Please don’t cry, Daniel. I promise we’re going to help you. I won’t let you drown.”

Don’t cry? I—I haven’t cried since my second day here. When they beat me unconscious for crying. Is that why my eyes burn? Because they are no longer used to tears?

“How’s he doing, Cyril?” A new voice. In spite of Darren’s nearness, in spite of the alien feeling of clothes on my body again, I began to shake. The tremors wrung a moan from my lips.

Arms encircled my frail body, lifting me once again. “Shh… shh… it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” Darren’s voice. His arms again, then? My trembling slowly ceased with that awareness.

A hand touched my forehead. “I think he has a fever. Have you been able to give him something to drink? We need to get liquids into him.”

“He’s been unconscious, mostly.”

Something was held to my lips. Liquid invaded my mouth and throat and I began to cough and choke. White fingers of fire licked at my consciousness and I couldn’t even groan. I was turned so the liquid could run free of my mouth and soon the choking ceased. My breath was harsh in my ears.

“Damnation! What in god’s name did Hayes do to him?”

I felt wetness on my cheek again, but it wasn’t mine.

“I think we’ll have to go now. We’ll think of something in the plane, I guess, but I don’t think he can afford any more delay. Come on, I’ll help you get him up.”

They pulled me from the bed, putting my arms around their shoulders. The agony that coursed through my body pulled me into darkness once more.

*~*~* Anton *~*~*

I didn’t really want to know what Hayes had done to him. I could imagine it quite well enough, and I cursed the bastard once again. Daniel was dead weight shortly after being pulled to his feet. I hoped they’d be able to keep him upright. His being unconscious would be more-or-less easy to explain. But his being carried out prone would not.

I looked into an empty hallway and then motioned them forward. I closed the door and left the red marker there. Maybe it would slow someone down if they thought the two slaves were still inside.

Getting out of the building was almost too easy. I put it down to the time of day. Evening. Most people would be dining… in one form or another. As we neared the plane, Gustave appeared. ‘Damn.’

“What do you think you are doing, Mr. Anton?”

I noticed Darren kept his face turned away from Gustave. Cyril spoke up.

“This attendant needs a specialist. Mr. Hayes has ordered Mr. Anton to take him to the mainland immediately.”

Gustave raised an eyebrow cynically. “I haven’t heard of anyone like that…” He stepped around the front of the three men, looking at the bruises on Daniel’s arms. Cyril and Darren each had a hand on his wrists, hiding the damage done by the handcuffs.

“This man is no attendant! What are you trying to pull here? I’ve used this slave before. He’s Mr. Hayes’ favorite, he’d never send him anywhere.” His voice was filled with derision. Darren’s head flew up, and I knew if it hadn’t been for Daniel’s condition, he would have attacked Gustave immediately.

I lunged for Gustave, my fist slamming into the side of his face. “Get him on the plane!” I yelled to the others before Gustave slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.

*~*~* Cyril *~*~*

I motioned with my head toward the plane. I could see the fire burning in Darren’s eyes. Even though his years as a slave had left his body without much weight, I still couldn’t move Daniel on my own. Fortunately he seemed to realize this, because he began moving toward the plane as quickly as he could manage.

Once inside, we tried to determine the best way to ease our burden. I didn’t think Daniel would be able to sit upright in the normal airplane seats. Darren seemed to know what to do, though. He moved around beside one of the seats and lowered the back as far as it would go. Just when I thought Daniel would slip from my grasp, Darren returned and helped me ease the unconscious man down onto the seat. He fastened the seatbelt around Daniel and was about to head back out the door when Anton stumbled in. His mouth was bleeding, and one eye had begun to swell, but otherwise he seemed okay.

He pulled the door closed and secured it.

“Gustave?” Darren asked.

“He’ll be unavailable for a bit. How is he doing?” Mr. Anton nodded towards Daniel.

Darren pressed two fingers to the side of Daniel’s neck. “His pulse is a bit erratic, but he’s still alive.”

Mr. Anton nodded. “Get strapped in, I’m going to be quick about this.” Then he went forward into the cockpit.

Darren sat down next to Daniel. I sat across from him. Within moments, it seemed, the plane was moving and a short time later my stomach lurched as we lifted off.
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