Killing for Him

Moving through the warehouse she made her way to the front part where the tavern section was. She was carrying within her hand a small vial with the skull, and cross bones on it. Entering the servery she carefully drew down a footed bowl, and filled it with sul paga--Marcus' favorite drink. Uncorking the vial she poor the contents of it into the bowl, and then gave it a swirl. Before leaving to make her way to Marcus' room she discarded the vial in the trash, and made sure that she pushed it to the very bottom. Taking up a rep cloth, and she cleaned her hands as she looked to the bowl. Thus far she had not lost her nerve, but what she would do when she was actually face to face with Marcus was yet to be seen.

Taking up the bowl of sul paga she moved through the warehouse to his room. The cloak she was wearing swirled about the slim ankles of her bare feet with each whispery step taken. She had to make sure that no one seen, or heard her because if she were caught she would be probably be killed herself, and Dominick told her that he would not be able to do anything to help her. Stepping up to Marcus' door she eased it open, and slipped into his room. With that bowl in one hand she closed the door, and looked to Marcus--and offered him a easy smile--unbeknownst to him that smile was coming from the one who was suppose to kill him.

Marcus was sitting in his chair at his desk, and when she entered a smirk formed upon his lips as he raped her with his eyes. "I see you've come back for more of what I gave you the other night slut," he taunted her. As she gazed at him with obsidian pools from across the room--that poisonous bowl in her hand--she suddenly lost her resolve. She couldn't kill Marcus. She may not loved him anymore, but she just couldn't go through with it. "Yes Master," she offered in a sensual tone of voice as she moved to where he was. She set the bowl to the edge of his desk, and then stepped close to him, and descended to her knees. The cloak she was wearing pooled about her nude form, and she casually flipped it open so she could have unobstructed movement.

She was about to confess to him what she had been sent to do, and that she couldn't go through with it. She was going to tell him to escape tonight, because if he remained Dominick would have him killed. Lush lips parted, and she was about to speak when he spoke before her. "I've decided something Candace. I've decided that I am going to steal you from Dominick. We will make our way towards Tarnburg then continue on to Hochberg. From there we will set out for Klima in the Tarahi. They will never find us there, and no one knows the desert as well as I."

As she listened there was a wave a panic that washed over her. She knew full well that when Marcus set his mind to something there would be no changing it. She tried to act as if she was thrilled about what he had just disclosed to her, but her mind was racing a million pasangs a minute as she tried to think of what to do. "When are you going to do this, Master?" she asked, trying to mask the nervousness of her voice. Marcus leaned forward, and reached out to sink his fingers into her lustrous mane. Fisting those thick tendrils he drew her up into an erect kneel between his knees. "Tonight," he whispered to her before crushing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

When he said that this was going to take place tonight she felt her heart begin to race wildly. She didn't want to be taken away from her Master! She was insanely addicted to the man, and the hold he had on her! Before, she had thought that Marcus was the only one that could make her world stand still, but now she knew that Dominick did the same thing, and so much more. Dominick was stronger than Marcus when it came to her. Although rough with her when they fucked, Marcus indulged her to much--pampered her. Dominick on the other hand did not put up with her intemperance, and she found his dominance over her titillating.

Breaking the kiss he untangled his fingers from those sable tendrils. "Now, are you going to serve me that drink, or not?" he said with a rich chuckle. Her resolve returned, and she knew she had to do what she had come to do. "Yes Master," she purred to him as she twisted, and reached up to coil slender fingers about the footed bowl. Turning to face him, she offered up the bowl of poisoned sul paga. "I was suppose to offer you this bowl of sul paga, and myself as gifts from my Master because you have served him well, and he is a gracious man."

Reaching out he took the bowl from her hands. "He has no idea how gracious he is. I will accept his gift, but I'm not going to release you. Tonight, I am going to steal you from him, just as he stole you from me," Marcus expressed before liting the bowl to his lips. Obsidian pools stared up at him as he drank down the whole bowl then lowered his hand to give her the empty bowl. Candace watched for any sign that he might feel something. All Dominick had told her is that he would die within a couple of ehns. He didn't say if it would be painful or not.

Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at her like the cat who had just eaten the canary. "What is wrong with you slut? You are acting...odd." She continued to stare up at him, and didn't utter a single word. Then a look came over his chiseled visage, and he looked confused. He face became flush, and his mouth opened to draw a gasping breath. Then his eyes locked on hers, and she knew in that moment that he realized what she had just done. "You bitch!" he choked out, and tried to lean forward to grab her. She shuffled back on her knees to rest just out of his reach as she watched him fall to the floor out of his chair.

Then it was over. There was no movement from him--no sound. A delicate hand lifted to cover her mouth as ebon brows furrowed. Kings! What had she done?! Quickly she drew herself up with the empty bowl in hand, and made her way to the hearth where there was a fire burning. Getting rid of the evidence she tossed the bowl into the flames. She looked back at Marcus' body and an awareness set in. Dominick would be able to hold this over her head for the rest of her breathing days. He had commanded that she kill, but he could very well say that he never made such a demand.

Slipping from the room she quickly, and silently made her way back to her Master's private quarters. She had not been the first slave to ever kill a person, and probably wouldn't be the last. It was done. Marcus was no more, and this would please Dominick as he didn't want another man to hold the kind of sway over her that her former, and now dead lover had. In killing Marcus she had killed any chance of ever escaping the grasp of the Brewer. She was more Dominick's than ever before, and it would be this secret that will bind her to him more than anyone would ever know.