Buy the red head?

From Create Your Own Story

"You'll do just fine." You nod with a reassuring smile leaving her eyes to burn with hatred.

"FUCK! YOU!" She spits once more but this time your are quick to step aside letting the glob of spit fall harmlessly on the dirt flooring.

"Maybe in due time but I must still that mouth of yours before then." Turning about you spot your father and Garmen through the pack of people as they were making their way to you.

"Father, Garmen. I have found the one I want." You direct your thumb over your shoulder towards the firy red head who is tugging at her chains in a vain attempt to escape.

"Son... While I'm sure you find her... appealing for many reasons I must give advice-"

"Father, I've watched you for years here, you have given me all the advice you have. I respect your worries but... I like a challenge." Grinning you glance over your shoulder at the girl whose chains rattle against the iron bars.

"Are you sure?" Garmen speaks up with his hands cupped one over the other.

"That one is-"

"No, no. I have made my choice with this one. She shall be mine. The only question I have is, what is her name?" Garmen rubs one hand over his neck nervously before knowing that no matter what he thinks or says he cannot change your mind.

"That there is Carla." He gestures towards her as she tries to break free from her chains once more.

"Carla...." You speak the fresh name softly causing her eyes to gaze over you.

"You are mine now, body and mind." You turn to speak towards her with your eyes locking onto one another.

"Fuck. You. Fuck you to hell." Her cold voice sends a shiver down your spine but you stay strong.

"I like your spirit." You smirk.

"Wrap her up and slap a bow on her ass, I'm taking her home."

"Well... this will be interesting." You father sighs.


Bound in chains Carla is dragged behind your steed as you approach the estate your family lives in, high stone towers, with a grand keep standing in the center.

"Carla, welcome to your new home. Enjoy your stay." You speak with little emotion and more matter of fact.

Though not looking at her you can fell the rage burning into the back of head just like the rest of the trip here.


Arriving in the court yard you are greeted by dozens of servants as they treat to your horses and soldiers. Hopping down from your horse you give out a stiff yawn allowing your worn body to relax after hours of ridding.

"Good to be home." You breath deeply from the mountain air.

"Indeed. Well go tend to your new... guest." Your father points back to Carla with disinterest.

"It is your job to take care of her and charge. The other slaves will be informed not to aid her, or speak to her until she is broken in."

"Yes father." You nod gently before turning to glance at Carla, having walk for a few hours she hardly seemed winded by all of it.

"Home sweet home right?" You grin seeing Carla's eyes wide as they wander about the massive estate. Hearing your voice her eyes are quick to drop on you with a glare and with the slightest movements of her mount you move just as a glob of spit lands right where you were once standing.

"We'll have to work on that." You nod gently before taking the long chain which binds her hands together and with a light tug she eventually follows your lead.

Arriving in your luxuries chamber you sigh gently with the feeling of being near your bed, it had been a long day and already the setting sun was cresting the nearby mountains casting long shadows through your windows. Placing her chains onto a nearby hook you let Carla do as she pleases for the moment as you undress from your social garments.

Stripping from your fancy clothes you lay them in a hamper for the house slaves to take care of. Now wearing simple garments you stretch out cross your plush bed and let your stiff muscles relax.

Eyes opening you see Carla from across room as she tries to once more break free from her chains with their metal clinking ringing across the room.

"If it wasn't for the fact that I know you would attack me, I would release you from those chains." Sitting up you shrug gently.

"And I would." Carla snaps again her chains clatter against themselves.

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