• PM To Join • Assessment

[Lithrae]

To say that Lithrae was eager would be an understatement. She had finally joined the slave traders and was going to be assessing a shipment of slaves that had been brought in on one of the raider ships. Rae had spent time as a crew member on one such ship and the experience had been educational in many ways.

Of course, Lithrae was excited for more than just professional reasons. She would deeply enjoy this assessment of the new meat. Some would be weaklings, easy to command and bully and those would have their own entertainments. However, some would also be stubborn and the stubborn ones were always so much more fun to break. She would enjoy crushing their wills under her boots most of all. The anticipation made the sadist grin as she stepped into the assessment chamber. The new slaves would be pulled off their work duties soon, brought and chained up before Lithrae, so she could test them at will.

The slaves would be chained one side of the room, but the other side was empty but for a single, well made chair. It was there that Lithrae sat as she awaited the collection of victims she was to test. She had no illusions that she had been given the task of the assessment because her superiors had more important or more entertaining tasks to see too, but for the ambitions Naer, the seat might has well have been a throne in that moment, the moment where her path would truly begin.

Brushing a speck of dust from her clothes, simple black clothes designed to be sturdy, Lithrae sat in the chair and crossed her legs. Combined with the coiled whip in her hands, which were crossed in her lap, and her expression of natural arrogance, Lithrae was the very picture of Naerrik superiority, all power and cruelty. The room was dimly lit, only a pair of candles that could be extinguished at any time to allow the Naer's true form to come out.

Of course, the room was open to other Naer who wanted to assist in the assessment process, and Arenma had indicated that she wanted to be at this one. In truth, Lithrae welcomed her sisters presence at the testing. Despite their rivalry, Rae loved her sister dearly and she wanted Aren to share in her glory. Of course, she knew that Arenma also wanted some inside information on slaves she should bet on in the rings. Lithrae smirked at that, not having any problem helping her sister get ahead in life.

[Rafael Warrick]

4th Saun, 717

The cave city contained many hidden rooms. Rafael's view of the city had largely been restrained to the lower sections, hewn out of rock by the blood and sweat of countless slaves before him. There was a rough and unfinished quality to these structures, raised solely for the purpose of hosting slaves.

Along with five others he was being led up a few flights of stone stairs, chased by the mocking sound of their rattling chains. The Naer didn't just imprison Humans. Many races were represented among the selection that were ushered up the stairs, Human, Lotharro, and Biqaj... He could imagine no worse fate for the freedom-loving sea-folk that to be condemned to a live of servitude, and the Lotharro, from what he'd gathered, were much the opposite of the Naer, priding themselves on their manliness. Neither would do well in prolonged captivity, he imagined.

They approached a medium-sized building, teetering on the border of the Underhive and the Hive. The double wooden doors were pushed ajar, revealing a bare and dimly lit space beyond. One by one they were ushered inside and instructed to form a line before the rough wall at the far end of the room. Rafael was the last to enter before the doors were smacked shut.

The air inside was moist yet fresh. A narrow stream of water trickled down the hewn rock in the corner and formed a puddle there, barely visible in the flickering candle light. He shuffled after the others as they lined up before a single chair whereupon one of the shadowspawn sat. Her skin was frightfully pale, as though she hadn't ever been graced by the light of the twin suns. He sneered at her in the privacy of his mind. She'd surely shrivel and burn in the sweltering warmth of Warrick that had bronzed his skin. How he wished he could take her, or any other of the shadowfolk, up the highest peak of The Burning Mountains and watch them wither away in the sun.

Out of the six of them, four had the wisdom to set their gazes downward. Rafael was not among them. He and the adult human beside him looked straight ahead, training their eyes on the arrogant wench in black, assessing her. A few trills later his eyes fell on the whip in her lap and while his brows dipped into a light frown, he wasn't wholly surprised by the sight of it but he wondered what they'd been brought here to do. As far as he knew he hadn't committed any crimes beyond talking back to Titho, a crime that had seen him consigned to shoveling shit for the rest of his days.

A few trills of uneasy silence passed, and then some more. Rafael let out an irritated sigh. They'd been brought up here for a reason and he had no interest in playing along with this bitch's intimidation game.

[Arenma]

Arenma did not normally come to these sessions unless she thought it would benefit her. Often, it was the same thing day in and day out. She was not sure how Lithrae got through the monotony of her job. The slaves would enter, most would consign themselves to their fate while one or two would be made an example of. The whip would crack against their back until bloody lines seeped into their poor quality clothing. Some might even succumb to the pain and pass out. As far as she knew, death was less frequent here then it was at the Lurpeko. That, in itself, made this job boring. Arenma was here on personal business. She avoided being sent on city business to audit slave value. That was not her job and she hated doing it for Aurelia's lazy goons.

Arenma had arrived before the batch of slaves. She slipped in through the heavy doors to the minimally furnished room. Lithrae was seated in the chair in the center. Arenma had evaluated the situation to find that there was no place for her to sit. Figures. Lithrae was always thinking of herself and ways to make people uncomfortable. It may have unintentionally put her in a position, but Arenma knew that today it was geared to setting a tone for the slaves. Arenma moved to the back of the room where she sat herself on the stone floor against the roughly hewn walls.

The doors opened and in shuffled the group of slaves Lithrae would be breaking. The first four were just as Arenma expected imported slaves to look: disheveled, hopeless, and broken. The last two caused her to cock her head to one side. Her purple eyes flashed from the tall human adult to the younger looking human boy. Defiance radiated from their face. She smiled. It looked like Lithrae was going to get to have some fun today.

"Zer itxura triste duen taldea," Arenma called out to her sister. It was a way of making her presence known to the slaves. Arenma did not expect them to understand her. Grovokian was a hard language to understand if one did not know it from the moment they first started talking. These imports had probably never even heard it before passing through the Beldistorio.

"Zer planifikatzen duzu Lithrae?"

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"Zer itxura triste duen taldea." - "What a sad looking group."
"Zer planifikatzen duzu Lithrae?" - "What are you planning Lithrae?"

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae looked up as the door opened and smiled at her sister. She caught Aren's look around the room and grimaced slightly. "Ez da nire ideia oraingoan. Aulki hau lurrera botata da." she said, being utterly honest. If it had been up to her, there'd have been a seat for her sister. After all, it didn't do to have Naer be forced to sit on the floor like lesser beings.

Then the slaves were brought in. A sorry bunch, to be sure, but they all were. It took time to turn a slave into something worth more than the mud on a Naer's discarded boots, after all. Four in this group already had an idea of their place. A lotharro, two biqaj, and a human, all looking downtrodden and beaten already. Some might consider such boring, but not Lithrae. After all, sometimes it was fun to just have a victim to abuse. But the last two, both humans, were far more interesting.

Lithrae surveyed the creatures before her, her gaze haughty and imperious. When Aren spoke, Rae turned to answer her, then one of the slaves let out an irritated sigh. Rae's gaze turned back to the insolent scum and she finally stood up. "Oraingoan, Arenma." she said, as she started a slow walk to the insolent slave. As she walked, she coiled the end of her whip into a loose noose.

When she stood before the insolent slave, she smiled cheerfully at him, then kneed the chained slave hard in the gut. After that, she slipped her makeshift noose over his head and pulled it tight, cutting off the insolent brats air flow. As part of the slave trainers education, they were taught a few words and phrases in common, so as to communicate to slaves who hadn't yet learned a civilized language. It wasn't enough to hold a conversation by any means, but it was enough for a test. "Know your place, slave." she growled into his ear.

After exactly a bit, she pulled the end of her whip loose and let it uncoil, whereupon she stepped away from the slaves and looked back at her sister. "Oh, patetikoak dira, ados nago. Baina batzuetan behar duzun guztia biktima da." she said cheerfully. Then she turned back to the slave she had just strangled and her smile turned cruel. "Uste dut aulki bat emango dutela, arreba maitea." she said, her tone showing clearly that she was about to do something sadistic again.

"Hands and knees." she commanded to the slave she had strangled. Her accent was thick, but her words were understandable. As she waited to see what he would do, she spoke to Arenma again. "Edozeinek zure begia harrapatzeko? Lotharrosek gutxienez zigorra ezarri dezake." she asked, her voice curious. True, the tests had barely begun, but sometimes first impressions could be relied on. "Nahi baduzu, erresistentzia tentsio handiago baten bidez jarri dezaket."

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"Ez da nire ideia oraingoan. Aulki hau lurrera botata da." = "Not my idea this time. This chair is bolted to the ground."

"Oraingoan, Arenma." = "One moment, Arenma."

"Oh, patetikoak dira, ados nago. Baina batzuetan behar duzun guztia biktima da." = "Oh, they're pathetic, I agree. But sometimes all you need is a victim."

"Uste dut aulki bat emango dutela, arreba maitea." = "I think I'll provide you a chair, dear sister."

"Edozeinek zure begia harrapatzeko? Lotharrosek gutxienez zigorra ezarri dezake." = "Any catch your eye? The Lotharro can probably take some punishment, at least."

"Nahi baduzu, erresistentzia tentsio handiago baten bidez jarri dezaket." = "If you want, I can give one a harsher endurance test."

[Rafael Warrick]

4th Saun, 717

He knew the Naer to be a haughty and arrogant race, he'd learned as much on his journey to the cave city, and it showed in how they conversed. Instead of speaking in the common tongue, they elected to converse in harsh tones that left him frustratingly clueless as to what they were saying.

His eyes narrowed slightly as a second Naer revealed herself, stepping out of the shadows. There was a likeness between her and the one seated on her throne of arrogance but then again, all the Naer looked the same to him. He paid her little heed, save for the disdainful glance her threw at her.

Not that it mattered. The pale witch, armed with her whip, approached with measured steps and baleful eyes, promising retribution for the noise he'd made. He was too slow to counter the sudden blow to his gut and doubled as the air was knocked out of him. Before he had recovered, the thin whip had already snaked and tightened around his throat.

His hands shot up and he forced a few nimble digits between his throat and the ever tightening noose, to little avail. His face turned beet red and water sprung to his unflinching eyes as she kept on strangling him, and her whispered threat achieved nothing but further determination to outlast her. He knew his place damn well, it had been ingrained in him since birth. His blood was noble, but hers? She and the other Naer were nothing but the sickly spawn of an immortal, doomed to fail in their conquest for ever more power.

Soon enough, the bitch had had enough of her game and released him. He gasped as the air returned to his lungs, and with, the capacity to speak. The slurred Rakahi that followed probably meant little to the sisters, though the intention was made awfully clear by the seething demeanor in which Rafael spoke and his refusal to lower himself on all fours.

Instead he landed a thick clod of spit at the sister's feet followed by a foul and murderous look. If they thought he'd wait for them to lash out however, they had another thing coming. In one sudden move he threw the chain attached to his manacles over Arenma's neck and pulled, forcing her to come stumbling forward. With luck she would be taken by surprise and he'd grasp his own chain with both hands to complete the loop around her neck. Now, the tables were turned. "I'm Warrick," he hissed through his teeth as he attempted to rein Arenma in, bringing her uncomfortably close to his own face, "it's you, both of you, who need to learn their place."

[Arenma]

Arenma listened quietly while Lithrae went on about the batch. She was right, the Lothar could probably take some significant punishment. Argider, one of the current favored Lurpeko fighters and a personal interest of hers, shared heritage with this man before them. The question would come to light eventually if the two of them were pit against one another. Could this new Lothar take down one of the reigning favorites? It was hard to say. Maybe he had been an unarmed combat expert before being taken. Maybe, like most, he would impale himself on a stalagmite before succumbing to the requests of his female overseers. Arenma slowly stood up from her corner, moving forward with Lithrae as her sister went on to try and dominant the human boy.

There was something that pleased her about being a voyeur in these breaking ceremonies. The way that the noose slipped around a slaves neck and they slowly turned from pink to red to purple as the oxygen creeped out of their face. The meek slaves tried to shy away, but their shackles kept them from moving too far. The Lothar did nothing; he neither tried to flee or help the man next to him. Arenma could see that he was calculating what would be done to him with either decision.

The strange language piqued her curiosity. It was becoming more and more clear that she was going to need to learn the language of foreigners to be successful on all fronts. The slaves could talk with one another, and if she didn't know their language, then she would be incapable of knowing their plans in the Coliseum and the Lurpeko. They could throw fights without her knowledge; knowledge that would have been valuable to her purse. Arenma walked closer to the man while Lithrae attempted to make her a seat. The glob of mouth goo made her pause. She liked her person to be nice and clean. Spit wasn't clean, especially when it was from a slave.

Before she could react with some witty Grovokian comment, it seemed that the man's hatred was turned on her. For some reason, the wristlets had been draped with longer than normal chains. Not unusual with a slave population swelling. Normal chains may have been in short supply. The chain caught her and forced her to bow. His yank made her stumble forward so that the chain was no longer taut. While he moved his wrists in a way to loop the chain around her head, she slid an arm up to put it between the tightening chain and her neck. When he tightened, it simply pulled her wrist to her throat; however, it did not crunch down on her windpipe. Aren adjust her legs in a way to stabilize herself. This could her in a very provocative and vulnerable position. His legs were still weapons; a set he had not yet used. Arenma tilted her body so she could look up at the boy.

He was a clever human, that much was for sure. Warrick? That made no sense to her. Either way, he was leaving an impression on her wrist and her mind. "Lithrae gustatzen zait. Smart da eta espiritua du. Ezin al dugu mantendu?"

She bent her knees so she could crouch, alleviating the excess stress on her back. It was almost a necessary evil, kneeling to a slave. One she doubted he would soon let her forget. Amethyst eyes glided up to him as she put on the most seductive smile she could find. Whips and chains. That was a night of fun for her. "Dinner first."

With her wrist keeping her neck safe, Arenma dropped backwards out of her crouch. He was chained to her and her weight would pull him forward and down. In the tumble, she would press her foot up into his belly so they rolled like a perfect wheel. Soon, she was straddling his waist, still in his control with the chain around her neck. The best thing was the obvious: she was on top. As all women were in this city.

"War-rick," Arenma pronounced slowly over him, leaning forward inspect his face. Her black waves fell as a curtain around their faces. "Not know. Not care."

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"Lithrae gustatzen zait. Smart da eta espiritua du. Ezin al dugu mantendu?" - "I like him Lithrae. He is smart and has spirit. Can we keep him?"

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae turned to once more punish the impudent slave, but he moved first, snaking his chains around Arenma's throat. But before she could move to her sisters aid, Aren spoke, showing little concern about her situation. "Oh, orain ere nahi dut." she said in response to her sisters question. "Dibertigarria izango da gure izterrean espiritu hori apurtzea." she purred as she stepped forward.

However, she wound up having to take a step back as Aren moved to take more control of the situation. Rae smirked at her sisters words, then looked over at the other slaves. The Lotharro was calculating, not making a move to try and assert himself. Lithrae narrowed her eyes in thought at his reaction, then growled. Doubtless, he knew what the human had not realized. They were deep in Augiery, so whatever the human, this "Warrick" did was meaningless. Even if he escaped this room, he'd run right into the arms of a dozen more slave trainers.

The Lotharro evidently wouldn't be a problem, as he was actually intelligent, so she turned her attention back to Warrick. After a moment, a cruel smirk crossed her lips and she turned to the three slaves that were at least acting like they knew their place. "Zuetako edozeinek hizkuntza egokia hitz egiten jakin al du?" she said, her tone a mixture of curiosity and command. After a moment, the Biqaj spoke up.

"Egin dut, Mistress." he said, his tone hesitant and fearful.

Lithrae smiled warmly at him. "Esklabo ona Itzuli gainerakoei." she said, her tone a clear command. "Proba honen zati bat erresistentzia proba da." The biqaj slave immediately began translating her words for the other slaves. He would be a good slave to keep as part of the training program. "Zein forma hartzen nau." she said, before pointing at Warrick. "Jarri txerria belaunikatu aurretik nire aurrean, eta zerbait dotoreagoa egingo dut zuretzat." she said before giving a cruel grin. "Ezeztatu, eta nik uste dut laguntza emango diozu." she said, letting the implications of that speak for themselves.

Immediately, the three slaves who wore defeated looks began to move, working to pull Warrick away from Arenma and force him to his knees before Lithrae. The Lotharro didn't move one way or another. The statement, to Lithrae, was clear. He would not act foolishly, but neither would he obey blindly. Once Aren was untangled, Rae turned to her sister. "Arrazoi duzu?" she asked, ignoring Warrick and his captors entirely for the moment.

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"Oh, orain ere nahi dut." = "Oh, I want him now too."

"Dibertigarria izango da gure izterrean espiritu hori apurtzea." = "It will be fun to break such a spirit under our heels."

"Zuetako edozeinek hizkuntza egokia hitz egiten jakin al du?" = "Any of you scum know how to speak a proper language?"

"Egin dut, Mistress." = "I do, Mistress."

"Esklabo ona. Itzuli gainerakoei." = "Good slave. Translate for the rest of them."

"Proba honen zati bat erresistentzia proba da." = "Part of this test is an endurance test."

"Zein forma hartzen nau." = "What form that takes is up to me."

"Jarri txerria belaunikatu aurretik nire aurrean, eta zerbait dotoreagoa egingo dut zuretzat." = "Put that pig on his knees before me, and I will make it something gentle for you."

"Ezeztatu, eta nik uste dut laguntza emango diozu." = Refuse, and I'll consider it as you aiding him."

"Arrazoi duzu?" = "You all right?"

[Rafael Warrick]

4th Saun, 717

One moment he was celebrating his victory, the next he was kicked up and wheeled around before his back smacked down on the rocky floor. He grimaced sharply as he clenched the chains around the Naer's neck. Her kneecaps pinched his sides while her cool, purple eyes bore into the stormy grey below. Hidden from sight by the curtain of her long, black curls, Rafael permitted himself a trill to study her features, as she seemed to do with him. She was close. Close enough for the warmth of her breath to tickle his skin, close enough for him to count her dark lashes and spot the grooves on her lips as she uttered the name of his home region. "You'll come to know it," he whispered back before many hands set to untangle them.

There was no struggle as Rafael let Arenma go. He'd made his point and he wasn't foolish enough to think he could win against three frightened, obedient slaves and two vicious Naer, not even if the Lotharro would come to help him. He huffed as the Biqaj translated Lithrae's command. Pig? His face hardened into a wry scowl, but he couldn't feel too insulted. Whatever pig-like resemblance he now bore was surely the result of the Naer's cruel treatment and not an inborn quality.

His knees touched the cold stone as he looked up at the smug Naer sisters, wondering what would happen next, not that he had any intention of obeying. Not right away at least. Arenma's smug, almost teasing smile as she'd hovered over him, had made him suspect that the sister's enjoyed his resistance. It was a dangerous game to play, but also an opportunity to stand out and move up the ranks. Besides, there was no much further to go down from his current job as latrine cleaner. Biting down on his lips, he took the gamble. "You two would do well in a brothel," he remarked before nudging his head to the Biqaj, urging him to translate. "Especially the spicy one. Not that you'd last very long," he sneered, "Northerners can be a bit rough."

[Arenma]

Arenma actually liked her position over the northerner. To have herself extrapolated from his chains was like being cock-blocked. The excitement of the situation went poof in an instant. The chains were removed from her neck and wrist in an instant as one of the slaves disentangled his arms. She lifted herself up and moved off of him while Warrick was dragged away to Lithrae's feet. Arenma rubbed her wrist before moving to the back of her neck. It would definitely bruise, but signs of a struggle meant that fun had been had. Arenma walked to her sister's right while they did so.

Arenma lowered herself into a crouch, settling on the heels of her boots. The Warrick boy seemed to be interested in communicating with them. The Biqaj was already showing that he could be useful. A linguist could prove to be useful to a great many Naer. He would be scooped up quick by a merchant. Arenma moved her eyes back to Warrick as he explained the brothels up north. So, even normal men sought the attention of women for a pretty nel. It figured. Men could easily be reduced to their basic needs: food, water, and desire. The egonkors were no different here. Slaves that had these carnal desires wished to be a Puta. Of course, the Naer taste was far more superior than the Northerners. Even those tree huggers in Desnind seemed to prefer dirt and bulk over an immaculate form. Arenma licked her lips as she turned back to Rafael.

"Zakarra izango zara nirekin?" Arenma's words would fall on deaf ears given the Grovokian, but she rolled her fingers to imply that the Biqaj should translate for her. "Dibertigarria izango litzateke."

Arenma slowly stood up, setting a hand on Lithrae's shoulder. It was usual for her to leave before the real endurance training began so that she was no in Lithrae's way. This was probably the right time for her to leave. She had seen all she needed to see. Three of them would submit easily. They would go to work for the city in some capacity. Of those three, the Biqaj would probably have the cushiest lifestyle. The Lothar was hard to gauge, but she suspected he would find a home in the Lurpeko. Fighting always seemed to boil the beast blood inside of them. Then there was Warrick; he was the one that entertained her the most. Already they had decided he would be joining them. He might look good in a maid's uniform while they trained him for the unarmed combat rings. Then she would make money and they would all be happy.

"Nire atsedena hartu dut. Ez hil ezazu, edo beste batzuk. Badakizu nola Odessa da." Arenma stated underneath her breath so the Biqaj couldn't hear to translate it. If he knew Grovokian, only the Immortals knew what other languages he could speak. She released her sister and headed for the door. A simple knock and the door opened from the outside. Arenma took a moment to look back at the restrained slave boy. With a wink, she exited the door and left him and his compatriots for her sister's entertainment.

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"Zakarra izango zara nirekin?" - "Will you be rough with me?"
"Dibertigarria izango litzateke." - "We would have fun."
"Nire atsedena hartu dut. Ez hil ezazu, edo beste batzuk. Badakizu nola Odessa da." - "I take my leave. Don't kill him, or the others. You know how Odessa is."

Arenma has seen all she needs to see. She stepped out because she is no longer of use here. Have fun!

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[Lithrae]

Lithrae raised an eyebrow and smirked at Warrick's comment about how well the Naer would last in a northern brothel, then grinned openly at her sisters comments. "Jolas gogorra da dibertigarria, baina jaso nahi dut." she purred, looking down at Warrick with a gaze that seemed almost hungry. "Baina gehienak ahulak diren lasterketarik txikienak ez dira benetako play zakarra lortzeko." she said, before crouching down so that she was adopting a similar pose to Arenma, then reaching out to take Warrick's chin in her hand. "Zorionez, gustatzen zait negarrez eta eske." she said, before looking at Arenma as she stood up.

She nodded at Arenma's warning about Odessa. "Ai, hil egin behar badute, plazer hori niregandik baino handiagoa izango da." she said, before waving at Arenma as her sister left. Of course, they both knew the reason she had singled out Warrick for protection. As Lithrae stood up, she looked down at Warrick with a cruel smirk. Wouldn't do to break their new toy, after all. Stepping back, she looked over the rest of the slaves. The submissive ones had grown even more fearful after her comment about liking it when they cried and begged, and the Lotharro hadn't changed expression or even really moved much since he had been brought into the room. Interesting in concept, but thus far, he was the most boring of the bunch to her. The three slaves that had already submitted, they were victims and victims were always fun to play with. But someone like Warrick, with a fiery spirit she could crush under heels, only to remold into whatever she wanted? That was pure ambrosia to the Naer's sadistic nature.

Still, for now, she had a job to do and it would not do to focus all her attention on one slave. Plenty of time for that after she bought him. The others all either knew their place or were smart enough to not to cause problems, so she could move on to the informative side of things, as it were. "Beno, txerriak, bizitzeko berriaren arauak goaz." she said cheerfully, pulling her whip taught between her hands on the word "slaves", causing it to give off a snapping sound. "Pertsona orok behealdean hasten da eta bi modu besterik ez dago." As Lithrae spoke, the biqaj translated for her. The Naer paced as she spoke, a predatory gait that was made worse by the fact that she kept looking at the slaves with a glint in her eyes that spoke of a sadistic glee in their predicament.

"Lehenengoa erosi behar da. Jakina, jabetza pertsonala zarenean, zure izateak zure andrea berriaren eskuetan dago." she said, her tone lightly teasing. It was true, the slaves that were public property did have a few inherent liberties, largely because the city didn't want to manage the task of removing them. They got to keep their names, their opinions, and other similar things. A privately owned slave could have that all taken away from him if his Mistress desired it. "Bestea Azterketa da, eta ondo, ez dizut hondatuko zuretzat." she purred, her voice carrying a teasing note.

Finally, Lithrae came to a halt before the boy pinned to the floor by his fellow slaves. "Minutu batean, erresistentzia probak hasiko naiz. Ikusi zenbat egin dezakezu." she purred, her tone cruel. It was clear she enjoyed getting to deal out the endurance tests. There was a point to the tests besides indulging the sadism of the testers, however. Working a slave to death, especially on accident, only cost the city money. Still, there was one last thing to attend to before she could get to her favorite part of the assessment. "Azken aukera bat emango dizut, txakurra. Errukia abiatu eta nik eman nion." she said, looking down at the stubborn slave. In truth, no small part of her hoped he refused.

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"Jolas gogorra da dibertigarria, baina jaso nahi dut." = "Rough play is fun, though I prefer giving to receiving."

"Baina gehienak ahulak diren lasterketarik txikienak ez dira benetako play zakarra lortzeko." = "But most of you weak lesser races don't have the fortitude for real rough play."

"Zorionez, gustatzen zait negarrez eta eske." = "Fortunately, I like it when they start crying and begging."

"Ai, hil egin behar badute, plazer hori niregandik baino handiagoa izango da." = "Aye, if they need killing, that pleasure will be given to someone higher than me."

"Beno, txerriak, bizitzeko berriaren arauak goaz." = "Well, slaves, let's go over the rules of your new lives."

"Pertsona orok behealdean hasten da eta bi modu besterik ez dago." = "Everyone starts at the bottom and there's only two ways up."

"Lehenengoa erosi behar da. Jakina, jabetza pertsonala zarenean, zure izateak zure andrea berriaren eskuetan dago." = "The first is to be bought. Of course, once you're personal property, your very being is in the hands of your new Mistress."

"Bestea Azterketa da, eta ondo, ez dizut hondatuko zuretzat." = "The other is the Examination, and well, I won't spoil that for you."

"Minutu batean, erresistentzia probak hasiko naiz. Ikusi zenbat egin dezakezu." = "In a minute, I'll begin the endurance tests. See how much you can take."

"Azken aukera bat emango dizut, txakurra. Errukia abiatu eta nik eman nion." = "I'll give you one last chance, dog. Beg for for mercy and I might grant it.