90th Zi'da, 713
"Tell your wife I said hello."
"Fuck you, asshole. Get moving!" one of the guards ordered as Ryqet gave a confident, cocky smirk. Prison had changed the man in many ways, but the most prominent of those was the safety that he felt in here. Men and women worked for him, at his side. Not even the guards could touch him, and they knew it. Unless everyone was firmly locked in their cells, the prisoners would riot and break out if they touched the man that paid them. It had happened once when a guard tried to slam a club into Ryqet's gut. That same night his wife and son had sobbed at the news of what happened to him, torn apart by a mass of prisoners - literally.
Behind him, however, came only one chuckle. Most of the people he hired kept an interest in him, found what he said amusing. But not today. Something, it seemed, had all of them bar one on edge. Whatever it was, Ryqet had heard nothing of it. Admittedly, the man didn't care to hear of it either. People were bound to hear dark, unpleasant shit in this prison. Most people were going to live it too, Ryqet included. He had enough to worry about in here without asking everyone else what was eating them up. They'd get over it.
Entering the courtyard, the man moved to his usual position, a small wooden bench running along the wall. Each of the hired guards moved to their own locations, standing as they normally would. But one thing stood out to Ryqet as his gaze followed around. Not a single guard had entered the courtyard, and they had, in fact, locked the prisoners out of the building and left them out here. It was always uniform for at least two guards to be around, even if they did nothing when a fight broke out. Usually, the guards not showing up meant someone had been tipped off on a fight, and they wanted nothing to do with it. But with all the whispers Ryqet heard, none had spoke of any kind of fight. Perhaps this time, it was of the guard's choice. But for what?
His train of thought was stopped when a woman's hand brushed over his cheek, causing him to snap back to reality. in front of him was Samina, a young Naer that had entered the prison around an Arc prior. Immediately, Ryqet had taken a liking to her. She was fierce, brutal and flirty. While the man had sworn off love, lust played a part of his life - somewhat, at least. Brunette hair and tanned skin rest on his chest, her head leaning forward to rest. "You look tense, Ryqet" she whispered and lifted her head up, standing in front of him and bringing him to a stand too.
Before Ryqet could answer, her hands moved to rest on his chest. "My time in Augiery taught me two very valubale lessons. Want to hear them?" she asked, Ryqet nodding. Something about the girl fascinated him, and at least she was acting normal. "Well, the first is how to relieve tension. Certain joints just need some attention and love, and before you know it a person will fall in to a state of calm, gentle comfort" she whispered, letting her hand demonstrate on his shoulders, her other sliding off the man. But the comfort didn't last long as a sharp stabbing pain drove through his stomach, a small cry of pain leaving his mouth as he looked down to see a shank, in Samina's hand, deep in his gut.
"The other lesson is how deep a knife has to go to be fatal, and how to stab just enough that they can't die from it" she taunted in his ear, her tone suddenly darker as all of his guards but one began to circle him. All of the courtyard could see what had happened to him. "Yet it still hurts like a bitch."
"Tell your wife I said hello."
"Fuck you, asshole. Get moving!" one of the guards ordered as Ryqet gave a confident, cocky smirk. Prison had changed the man in many ways, but the most prominent of those was the safety that he felt in here. Men and women worked for him, at his side. Not even the guards could touch him, and they knew it. Unless everyone was firmly locked in their cells, the prisoners would riot and break out if they touched the man that paid them. It had happened once when a guard tried to slam a club into Ryqet's gut. That same night his wife and son had sobbed at the news of what happened to him, torn apart by a mass of prisoners - literally.
Behind him, however, came only one chuckle. Most of the people he hired kept an interest in him, found what he said amusing. But not today. Something, it seemed, had all of them bar one on edge. Whatever it was, Ryqet had heard nothing of it. Admittedly, the man didn't care to hear of it either. People were bound to hear dark, unpleasant shit in this prison. Most people were going to live it too, Ryqet included. He had enough to worry about in here without asking everyone else what was eating them up. They'd get over it.
Entering the courtyard, the man moved to his usual position, a small wooden bench running along the wall. Each of the hired guards moved to their own locations, standing as they normally would. But one thing stood out to Ryqet as his gaze followed around. Not a single guard had entered the courtyard, and they had, in fact, locked the prisoners out of the building and left them out here. It was always uniform for at least two guards to be around, even if they did nothing when a fight broke out. Usually, the guards not showing up meant someone had been tipped off on a fight, and they wanted nothing to do with it. But with all the whispers Ryqet heard, none had spoke of any kind of fight. Perhaps this time, it was of the guard's choice. But for what?
His train of thought was stopped when a woman's hand brushed over his cheek, causing him to snap back to reality. in front of him was Samina, a young Naer that had entered the prison around an Arc prior. Immediately, Ryqet had taken a liking to her. She was fierce, brutal and flirty. While the man had sworn off love, lust played a part of his life - somewhat, at least. Brunette hair and tanned skin rest on his chest, her head leaning forward to rest. "You look tense, Ryqet" she whispered and lifted her head up, standing in front of him and bringing him to a stand too.
Before Ryqet could answer, her hands moved to rest on his chest. "My time in Augiery taught me two very valubale lessons. Want to hear them?" she asked, Ryqet nodding. Something about the girl fascinated him, and at least she was acting normal. "Well, the first is how to relieve tension. Certain joints just need some attention and love, and before you know it a person will fall in to a state of calm, gentle comfort" she whispered, letting her hand demonstrate on his shoulders, her other sliding off the man. But the comfort didn't last long as a sharp stabbing pain drove through his stomach, a small cry of pain leaving his mouth as he looked down to see a shank, in Samina's hand, deep in his gut.
"The other lesson is how deep a knife has to go to be fatal, and how to stab just enough that they can't die from it" she taunted in his ear, her tone suddenly darker as all of his guards but one began to circle him. All of the courtyard could see what had happened to him. "Yet it still hurts like a bitch."