EISLEY

[ofeisley]

&&. BALTHAZAR

          DISCUSSION WITH THAT SEWER RAT OVER HIS PRECIOUS servant had already set off the businessman. the two were silent in their return back to balthazar’s personal ship that he occasionally drove himself when it was dark enough to do so  ( though not for long since it has an automatic steer and highest quality of navigation systems ) . ever since he received eisley back into his arms and made sure that she was safe, balthazar hasn’t glanced at her. not one look due to his silent yet brewing anger with every passing second.

               upon their return home, greeted by a darkened penthouse that balthazar was escorted to earlier today due to the event that ensued. before he could beg any higher being to make sure that eisley remained silent about what had happened ——– the politician began to unbutton his blazer, letting it fall from his shoulders; then he worked on the cuffs that held his sleeves removed in order for zar to roll them just over his elbow. ❛❛   did i allow you to speak, eisley ?  ❜❜   before his young servant could react, the back of balthazar’s hand was raised —– swiftly it came down hard when it connected with her cheek.

               never allowing her to gain footing, he grabs a great handful of her hair to pull eisley back onto her feet ——- teeth bared as he snarls at her.  ❛❛   I DID NOT !!  i do not care if he was your way out, you pathetic woman, i was coming to save YOU !! instead you were missing for over a day, i sent search parties across coruscant for you —- then i hear from sewer rat that you’ve been dressed and fed by HIM. do you not understand the complete agony i went through because of you ?!  ❜❜  his voice was hoarse in his raised volume, sweat beading off his forehead while his body shook with fear and anger. it was clear as day how much eisley had meant to him ——– however, his anger towards her wouldn’t be able to be dismissed by the servant.

               instead of hitting her once again, however, balthazar brings her into his arms; a hand cradling the nape of her neck as his nose dips to the curve of her slender neck.  ❛❛   do you know how much i worried for you through every second we were apart, eisley ?  i couldn’t bear to know that you were separated from me… you know i would have come to save you… so why? why didn’t you stay put…? why couldn’t you wait for me? ❜❜ 

             HE WASN’T SPEAKING -- AND THAT WAS ENOUGH TO CONCERN the girl as she knew his tendencies. the rage was probably building inside him, but what could she do about it to diffuse the situation? never had she done anything like this before -- leaving with another man? eisley should have known this would happen. she did know this would happen, but perhaps the girl believed that for once he’d understand her situation. but she could feel his anger radiating from him in the seat beside him and while she would usually slide her hand in his to calm him down, eisley was afraid to even look at him, let alone touch him. 

               the ride home felt far shorter since she knew what was coming to her. how she wished it could’ve lasted longer -- brooding silence was better than one of his outbursts. but finally she felt comfortable enough to speak only to be met by a reddening slap cross her face that threw her to the floor ( nothing that hasn’t happened before, but frightening nonetheless ). dark brown eyes were wide -- breathing and body trembling while she stayed on the floor in the hopes of him just leaving her there. the sting of his actions combined with the events of the day caused her to wipe away a stray tear  though she made no sound other than that of his breathing. 

               balthazar’s voice seemed to raise, growing hoarse and making her flinch back as she finally dared to look back up at him in all his rage. it was only a few more seconds before she was being pulled back up to her feet though she could hardly hold herself up. his bark at her made her instinctually attempt to pull back again, but his grip on her was too tight -- not like she could escape any way. explaining would do no good since she’s already attempted and he would likely grown more upset with her.  and although his actions were violent and his tone was furious, his words suggested otherwise. it was what he did -- he made her feel guilty for hurting him when he was physically wounding her. tears pricked in her eyes, mouth slightly agape while she looked into eyes. 

               but then she was suddenly pulled into his chest -- her master just holding her there while eisley contemplated just what to do. her heart was pounding in her chest alongside a mixture of guilt and hate and anger for this man who claimed he sent a search team yet had no one look in the prison for over a day. he was infuriating and hypocritical and for some reason, he couldn’t see that. eisley felt his face on her neck -- taking a deep breath, though still unstable, before pulling away to look at him -- sternly. ❝ i did wait. i waited for over a day with no food or water while these soldiers continuously interrogated me, ❞ she argued, her voice strained as she attempted to hold back her tears once more. ❝ and i thought you would’ve found me immediately, but you didn’t and i was terrified of being in there another day - ❞ and then she braced herself for the worst, unknowingly holding her breath yet keeping her stance -- something she hoped kylo would be proud of. 

[ofeisley]

               IT HAD BEEN ONE OF THE WORST DAYS, YET EISLEY knew that it wasn’t over. balthazar had come over to dryden vos’ ship absolutely fuming, and eisley knew that his demeanor wouldn’t change upon getting her. she was the one who accepted dryden’s offer, but what choice did she have? eisley didn’t think anyone would be coming for her. however, all she could do now was brace herself for what was yet to come -- for balthazar to scream at her or do something more physical. the ride home had seemed like it had lasted for ages with eisley sitting right at zar’s side in the vehicle with his arm around her frame protectively. she expected nothing less, yet she knew that his true feelings towards her wouldn’t be displayed while his driver was right there. 

               she was the first to get out of the vehicle, eisley quickly walking inside as if he would leave her alone and drop the situation, but of course he was close behind her. the girl could feel his eyes on her -- it was making her stomach drop in the worst ways as she entered his mansion and made her way up the stairs to his room where she expected he’d want her to go. there was no use in fighting him, he’d get what he wanted eventually. while zar was initially relieved to see that she was okay, he also knew that eisley was to blame. she made the choice to go with this stranger when she should have waited for balthazar to pick her up from the cell. when would he have had the time though? she was in there for over twenty four hours, eisley didn’t know how much longer he’d take. 

               so eisley walked into his grand bedroom and heard the door shut behind the two of them before turning to face her master with a small sigh and a light frown. the familiar scent of her own home was comforting but she still felt uneasy with what was coming regarding balthazar. she said nothing to him while at dryden’s ship when the deal was happening and she said nothing on the ride home, but she’d have to talk at some point. without her words, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself. ❝ i was in the cell for over a day -- i didn’t know whether or not anyone was coming for me... and i would have come back, you know i would have, but that man was the only way out that i had - ❞

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[ofeisley]

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     this entire thing is a risk, and he is fully aware of that. kylo knows all of the risks that could come were they to be found out on either side, but he wouldn’t have come here without being prepared. wiping memories from a person’s mind was a simple little task for him to do, should it come to that. the last thing he wanted to do was get eisley in trouble for this – if it meant using his force abilities to ensure it didn’t happen, so be it. eventually the situation would have to be fixed. kylo couldn’t imagine having her stay in this place with her master for much longer. not with the way that he treated her. he hadn’t brought the subject up just yet given they were still trying to figure things out between themselves. right now, it wasn’t his place to really say anything even if he absolutely loathed the man that called himself her master. if it wouldn’t cause greater issues, kylo would have already rid the bastard from her life.

    being quiet was no problem at all. he had already expected having to be almost silent due to where the two of them were now. “simple enough task,” he remarked. the force certainly would have been useful in this task, but the vines would make do for what he needed to do. gaze roaming over them, kylo moved forward and grasped tightly onto them. this wasn’t something that would be difficult for him, not with all of the training he’d had over the years. after all, kylo had been prepared for nearly anything that he would be faced with. he doubted climbing vines to sneak into someone’s room had been a part of that training, but it was going to certainly help him in it. climbing the vines, kylo made certain to take his time to ensure that he was being quiet enough. it took a few moments for him to finally make his way to the top, a small grin appearing as he gazed at eisley. “i wanted to check on you, see how everything was since… well.” since she had been gone once kylo had come back to the interrogation room. hands moving to settle at the windowsill, he maneuvered himself through the window – not the easiest task given his stature, but he managed to slip through it and into the room.

               SHE KEPT THINKING OF THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN right now -- and that was her master bursting in and catching the two of them. it was such a violent thought that eisley couldn’t even imagine what exactly would occur, but it’d be a bloodbath. kylo had expressed his dislike for balthazar more than enough to get his point across, but the both of the knew that there was nothing to do about it for the time being. if balthazar was harmed in any way by kylo, this whole thing would just be worse off for not only the two of them, but the first order and the resistance as well. a higher up in the first order attacking a politician who backed the resistance? the state of relations in coruscant was already boiling, but it would be violent if kylo went forward with his thoughts. while eisley wanted nothing more to be free of this, where would she go? her and kylo weren’t close enough to discuss living arrangements so at this point, she’d be on the street. sometimes she wondered how much worse it would be on the street... would it be better for her? there’s the aspect of not being hurt by balthazar, but then again, how could she know that when there’s hundreds of potentially dangerous men on the streets as well? she’d be more exposed and that was a terrifying thought. so perhaps enduring this hell was better than what waited for her out there. 

               now wasn’t the time to be engulfed with such awful thoughts though -- kylo was here and they could finally be together without the threat of the other first order guards. she reached out to take his arm and assist in pulling him up carefully, eyes occasionally glancing back towards the door before he finally got his footing inside. taller than she remembered, but that was stupid of her to think. ❝ i’m fine... thank you for coming, i’ve been wanting to see you- ❞ she muttered, quickly leaning up to peck his lips just before reaching up to stroke a few wisps of hair from his face. deep brown eyes looked up to the man adoringly without thought about how she may look -- still grinning at both his words and his presence in general. it felt like years since she’s seen him although it’s only been a few days. everything that’s happened since last seeing him in the interrogation room was a nightmare that just dragged on, but right now was like some kind of oasis in the barren dessert. ❝ come here, sit- ❞ she continued, slipping her hand in him and taking a seat at the edge of the bed so they wouldn’t have to stand around by the window where someone could see. yet at the same time, being on a bed was something the two definitely haven’t done before. the thought nagged at the back of her mind, but she wanted to get closer to him... and besides, now clearly wasn’t the time. ❝ i’m sorry i haven’t been able to visit for our lessons -- i’m sorry i haven’t been able to contact you at all. i’m sort of restricted for the time being... ❞

[ofeisley]

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    far too much time had already passed since he had last been able to see eisley. or, at the very least, that was how it felt. too much had happened, too many incidents that had taken precedent above everything else. ever since all of that had happened, he had been ran ragged while attempting to keep everything in order as best a he possibly could. it wasn’t even his kriffing job to do and yet here he was, doing things he had never signed on to do when he had initially joined the first order. he was merely supposed to be a weapon for them – why that had appeared to change so suddenly was beyond him. perhaps it was due to the war effort. at this point, kylo really didn’t care much about it all. for the first time in what seemed like forever, he was going to take time to himself and forget everything else that was happening around him. 

   it was a disappointing thought, knowing the last time he had seen eisley had been during the ‘interrogation’ he had pretended to play out with her. though he had promised to get her out of there himself, whenever he had had a moment she was gone. of course kylo knew she had still been alive, but the disappearance had left him confused and frustrated with everything that had been thrown into his path. yes, he desired for the first order to win this war, but remaining in one place like this was hardly productive. it left them open, as that had become quite clear. but right now, he wasn’t going to think about any of that. first and foremost kylo needed to ensure that eisley was safe – or as safe as she could be with that bastard master of hers. 

   when the window was slid open and he was able to see her, a sense of relief came to him. eisley was here, no longer locked up with the first order. now, if only he could release her from this prison that she was trapped in. the words made kylo grin the slightest bit, brown hues dancing with amusement. no, he probably shouldn’t be here but that was the last thing on his mind. he would do as he pleased. “perhaps, but that is hardly going to stop me,” he replied, keeping his voice low enough for only eisley to hear. “are you going to invite me up?? i can get through the window easily. completely silent too.” perks of having the force and all.

                THE LAST TIME THEY HAD SEEN EACH OTHER WAS that damned interrogation -- eisley could remember it all so vividly despite being so close to passing out. kylo was good to her of course, but the other guards were hellish. kylo was the last to interrogate her -- eisley looking as if she had been harassed by looks of her and her attire, but being nearly caught in a fire did that to a person. she was released by dryden vos, but she had her hesitations about it. what ultimately decided her agreement to take his assistance was the fact that she had been in there for an eternity and kylo didn’t seem to be coming for her. of course he would come for her though, what was she even thinking? anyway, she went with vos to his pleasure yacht as he had called it and all the while the girl felt more uncomfortable than she’d been in years. it was an experienced she wished she could forget, but the punishment of her decision obviously lingered. 

               but here was another bad decision right in front of her -- kylo there with a far more confident way of speaking to her. this was a huge contrast from the man she went on that first date to the tavern with -- the one who winced when she stroked his hair or touched his hand. but now he was borderline demanding to come up ( in the kindest way, of course ). his words brightened her smile as she leaned against the frame of her window before moving back to her door to ensure it was locked and going back to the window to speak to him again. so at his question, she bit at her bottom lip with a few nods -- eisley pushing the window further up to give him more room to get in. ❝ come on. be quiet though, my master’s only in a few rooms over, ❞ she spoke in that same whisper before looking down at the side of the mansion to assist in ideas for him to climb up as the alternate way kylo was thinking of completely missed her thoughts. 

               they had grown close, but that was obvious. however, kylo seemed to be the only person eisley really trusted. a man in the cell beside her tried to convince her that the first order was corrupted and murderous, but how could that be true when kylo was so high up in rankings? she couldn’t see him do such a thing, yet this stranger was saying how he defected to the resistance from the first order to possibly sway her views. it didn’t work of course, but the words startled her. ❝ be careful, i think the vines are sturdy enough. ❞ ... but kylo was a larger man. she did hope his training would have conditioned him for similar situations. 

[ofeisley]

               IT HADN’T BEEN LONG SINCE HER MASTER HAD BOUGHT her back from dryden vos -- the whole affair was still scaring here especially since her master blew up with his rage at the girl only minutes prior before locking her in her room on the second floor of that mansion. she also worried about kylo -- if he was okay and if he even wondered when she’d disappeared to. he looked more than stressed during their interrogation -- or feigned interrogation, but he almost always looked stressed. and with the news of the resistance moving headquarters along with several wings of the first order being demolished, of course eisley was terrified about kylo’s fate. but now what could she do? she was guarded in her room, and if her master found she’d been sneaking out? it’d would be a world of punishment for the girl. his way of showing his love for her this time around had been smothering her in a tight hug before cursing at her about how she should’ve never even talked to another man. she could only wonder what he would do if she found out about kylo. 

               it wasn’t smart of her to even talk to kylo, but she couldn’t help it. she was too far deep to stay away from him at this point, and kylo was the only person who she felt comfort with. that scarred face, broad built, and rough demeanor was nothing to the girl -- all she saw was that man who was all too excited about hot cocoa and who kissed her on the rooftop of that gala a while back. kriff only knew when she would be able to see him again though. when would she even be let out of her room? it was as if she was being jailed once again. was it selfish of her to keep this thing going with him? eisley was basically guarded -- unable to see him as often as she could and being taken advantage of by the man she called master. it was unfair to him. 

               but now it was the dead of night and she knew that her master was asleep given how she saw his bedroom light turn off across the hall. it was like any other night in -- eisley would sit on her bed and read one of the books on her side desk before trying to sleep. but what had happened was a rustling in the garden from outside through her window -- the girl setting down her book and carefully peeking out of her window to see if it was only wind or an actual trespasser. the all black had initially frightened her, but eisley would know that hair anywhere. the mere thought of how she recognized him made her smile for the first time in days, opening her window a bit more. ❝ you shouldn’t be here- ❞ she whispered -- loud enough for him to hear from the ground floor though her smile still stayed on her face. 

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[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

“I’m sure his price for your being provided for is something far more than your simple service”, he mused as he drank his wine. It never surprised him that he ran across slaves like this girl. They always seemed to favor the master who he had no doubts took whatever he wanted from them whether it be mind or body and left them hollow and believing it was for the best. Truth be told the girls he employed were no better as once you become part of Crimson Dawn then you will always belong to Crimson Dawn. But the perks were there, the opportunity to move up like he did. 

Of course her demeanor was obvious. “My dear, you are uncomfortable. I’ve seen it many time. Old man finds lovely young slave, buys her, beds her when ever he wishes, treats her as if she were mere bed toy and property breaking her spirit. But each and every one of you I’ve met would never truly admit it. Look at Ora, beautiful isn’t she? She was right where you were once and now she is free to do as she pleases, she is well taken care of and makes quite the amount of credits”, he said motioning to the Pantoran. “Oh but I’m sure he’s very good to you isn’t he. Does he treat your fellow servants equal to you?”

“Of course, eight years of having to warm his bed would make any woman hesitent to leave. But, my door is always open”, he said as he stood motioning her to follow him. “You may bring your chocolate along. Let’s continue this conversation in my study, I did promise we would call your master”, he said as he lead her to the turbo lift. Stepping in he put his thumb to the pad and it sent them up to the top floor. “I’m sure you have all the contact numbers needed to reach him?”

               WAS SHE TRULY THAT TRANSPARENT? he nearly had her life down to the letter -- perhaps this was something that happened to women a lot... but never had she heard of men purchasing servants solely for the fact that they looked like his dead wife. dryden was right up until he assumed she was just a bed toy -- it was clear to eisley that she was more than that to him. it was some twisted mind game he had -- one where he too craved love from her. ❝ he pays far more attention to me than the other servants. and i’ve only warmed his bed for four years - ❞ as if that was any better. ❝ he is good to me though. he allows me to go to events with him... as a servant, but he still allows me to go nonetheless. ❞ why was she defending him? perhaps it was so dryden stopped trying to employ her, but it was still something of a conflict to eisley. 

               eight years... it had been such a long time since she left that foster home and yet it still felt as if she was in the same awful position. never had she imagined that her life would turn out like this. eisley pictured that she’d just have to serve as a maid for the money before going to school and making something of herself. instead she was an older man’s substitute for his dead wife and forced to lay in bed with him each night to keep him company. no matter how much she wanted a different life, eisley couldn’t be what dryden wanted her to be. at least with sivron it was just one man she was seeing. her reputation was weak and vulnerable with sivron, but her reputation would be loose if she were to work for dryden. 

               she soon followed him to the lift and stayed close to the man though her eyes were set down to the floor while they travelled. ❝ i have the contact numbers. he was sure to have me memorize them, ❞ she reassured the man with a small nod. but then she raised her gaze to dryden, biting down on her bottom lip with a faint sigh... would she rather continue with the life she was living or gamble on a new position with dryden vos and the multiple other women he had with him? he obviously couldn’t solely focus on one woman like her master did with her, but perhaps that was a good thing. then again, how expendable would she be here? and then there was the matter of just what balthazar would pull if she left him. no, it was best if she stayed. ❝ how do i- uhm... how do i call someone? i’ve never used one before- ❞

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Wildly my mind beats against you, Yet the soul obeys. 

[ofeisley]

&&. RHYNNA

Normally, Rhynna tries to reduce the crowd down to just that - a crowd. To pick out any particular people within it only invites trouble, at least in her experience. Unless it’s to flirt a little, that is, since she does know when to make exceptions. But most of the time, it’s nothing but a mass of people who are there to watch, and sometimes tip, and mostly be as obnoxious and drunk as possible. But life isn’t any fun without breaking out of those pre-established patterns, and sometimes Rhynna finds someone who catches her attention.

What’s remarkable here, to be clear, is how unremarkable the girl is trying to seem, to the point that it becomes palpable.

She knows all the regulars at this bar, and even some of the rarer customers. And she knows when someone looks a little uncomfortable. After all, sometimes it’s her job to make a more nervous customer feel either special - her leaning off the stage and grinning like she’s dedicating this song to them specifically - or at least a little more comfortable, depending on how things work out that night.

Rhynna squints at the girl’s glass for a moment. It’s either water or vodka, and if this girl is knocking back vodka, then she’s guilty of underestimating her. But then comes the smile - small and delicate, and all that does is reassure her that she gauged the situation correctly. ❛❛ No, no, not at all. I’m fine standing for a while. ❞ Now that she’s not in stage heels, anyway. She would kick just about anyone off of their stool to not have to stand all night in those. ❛❛ First time here, huh? Well, welcome. Sorry if I was prying. It’s just - I’ve got an eye for the regulars versus the people who I’ve never seen before, and I like to check on the new customers who seem a little more lonely. ❞  

The bartender slides the usual across the countertop towards her - a cocktail that’s an obnoxiously bright purple. Tonight it matches the heels she was wearing on stage. She gives him a grin and takes a sip. ❛❛ So what’s brought you to Uscru tonight? ❞

               THERE WERE A LOT OF MEN AT BARS -- that was something eisley noticed in this place. she wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but she sure as hell knew that her master would hate the fact that she was here. the possessive nature of the man was brutal for the girl who now understood that he only offered her a position with him not to work, but to be his. at least she had a home though... the mansion was beautiful and intricately decorated -- nothing like where she came from. there were times where she thought that maybe she should be grateful for what she had, but the girl lost nearly all her freedom. eisley was surprised that she even got that night off. 

               but this woman didn’t seem threatening. she wasn’t offering her a position as a call girl like the man she met earlier either, so that was a relief too. but did she seem lonely? well... eisley was alone in a new place, but she didn’t think that she was particularly lonely. people were always welcomed though. ❝ you’re not prying at all, i like the company... but you’re also right, i’m very new here... it it that obvious? ❞ she smiled lightly up at the woman -- admiring that ensemble of hers though she knew that she could never pull it off. her master would put her in similar gowns at upscale events and eisley would always dread those heels and tight waist lines. 

               eyes moved to the bright purple drink, brows slightly furrowing as she wondered what the hell that was before looking back to the other. ❝ it’s my night off, and i’ve never really explored before... i mean- i’ve been to uscru but only with my master, so all of this is new... ❞ after another sip of her water, she offered another smile. ❝ so... are you a performer then? ❞

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

“Tell me dear, does he allow you to earn your own revenue? Or does he keep you entirely dependent upon him?”, he asked as he set his cutlery down. He had no doubts this poor girl was perhaps in service to a wealthy old man who no doubts took what he wanted. But then how much more different was he from Dryden? At least with Vos she would have a chance to earn her keep like all of his girls.

Despite his hands in everything he could possible get involved in, this business here is where he had truly made his mark within the Crimson Dawn. He had built his empire upon this business. There was not a port in the galaxy that did not host his girls. If someone was wanting quality then Dryden Vos hosted the galaxy’s best. Many of the women aboard the First Light were his very best and top earners but they also followed him of their own free will.

“You seem a bit uncomfortable speaking of your master. Why is that Eisley?”, he asked as he lifted a glass of wine. He had an idea of why. Most older men who take young pretty slaves are possessive and abusive, they took what they wanted and often times tossed the girls away spent and used as soon as they got to old. “And do you like that? Being close to him?”, he asked as he set the wine glass down.

“Oh it’s nothing dear, I could not simply let a pretty young girl as yourself rot in a cell. What kind of gentleman would I be?” He laughed softly. “I will say should you wish for something better my doors are always open and unlike your master I do see to it that you receive a percentage of what you earn”, he said as he waved away the rest of his plate before a mug of hot chocolate was set in front of her. “Ask any of my girls, they are very well taken care of”, he added.

               DID THE GIRLS HERE EARN THEIR OWN CREDITS? eisley had a savings, but it was very minimal and she never earned it, it was just the leftover change from her transactions at the grocery store and whatnot. the idea of making her own revenue seemed outlandish to her especially when she had no marketable skills in the slightest. balthazar had also made it very clear to her that he would provide for her, so there was no need to even attempt to work elsewhere. not like she could anyway, eisley didn’t have much free time to get a job. ❝ no, i don’t. my master provides everything for me and i am well taken care of. ❞

               was her disposition that obvious? eisley hadn’t been comfortable with her master since the day she turned eighteen, but the girl thought she’d have had that concealed by now. however his next question was too much to have her attempt to hide that small furrow of her brows. the girl hated being close to him -- he would often pull her out of her own bed to come and spend the night with him. there was never a moment of peace in her mind and by now she was used to the constant stress of it all. of course she could never tell another soul that she hated being close to her own master -- but by now she knew that this wasn’t a normal relationship she had with him. what should she do when he was all she knew? 

               dryden was so calm about that which was a blessing as eisley’s answer was calm in return. ❝ i’m not uncomfortable, i’m just... i’m not allowed out too much. i’m uncomfortable with how he might react to me being gone for so long. and-... ❞ obviously he would speak to her master sooner of later -- she wouldn’t dare speak badly of him. ❝ and i enjoy being close to him. he’s good to me. to all his servants. ❞ it was a heavy lie. balthazar treated her far differently thank he did with the rest of the staff... what eisley wouldn’t give to be a normal servant. 

               what she wasn’t expecting was a job offer... perhaps a forced position, but not a way for her to make her own credits. it was tempting, but who knew what this man did when he had power over all of these women. balthazar was dangerous with just one girl, him with dozens seemed lethal. eisley didn’t want to be exposable... ❝ thank you, sir. i just worry for my own master. i have been with him for eight years, i couldn’t imagine leaving... ❞

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

He admired her honesty and attempt to lessen the punishment the two women would be handed once he had the moment. Despite being his best workers he knew the two women did not take kindly to new comers, especially any that had found his favor.

“Fourteen that would make you barely a woman, and who raised you before that? I could see if you were mere child believing he raised you”, he said as he cut into a steak, a prized cut of some perhaps expensive creature. Half the time he didnt know what the menu would be it all depended on the star chef he had employed. The best chefs of the galaxy often boasted about working a stint aboard the luxury yacht.

The way she spoke about crediting her master for her actions only spoke so much to him. He’d met many a man that preyed upon young women often finding that age something they preferred, often times even younger. It disgusted him, despite his line of work and what he’d done he found men like those to be unfit for existence. It wasn’t to say he wouldn’t take their money but he did make it a point that any girls purchased only looked younger to dupe the clientele.

She had only seemed to have taken a few bites of food before she rose for some reason. He looked at her as she walked over. “Eisley darling, we will contact him after dinner”, he chuckled as he motioned for someone to move her food. He motioned for her to finish her meal. Listening to her speak of this master being protective made him all the more eager to meet him. Obviously this poor girl was fearful and Dryden wouldn’t fault her. She was another man’s property and yet here she was accepting his hospitality. “And I’m sure he does not like for you to speak or do anything he does not know of correct? Do not worry I will make sure he knows you were treated with respect”.

               HE HAD CAUGHT THE PART where she’d admitted her age when balthazar sivron had acquired her, but at the time it didn’t seem wrong. he had known her and she had known him for a few months prior since he’d visit hoth and she would be hired as a servant for his housing. perhaps it was his own actions that made her believe he could provide her a better life, but eisley took his offer to come and live with him in coruscant as his permanent servant from there on. back then he was kind to her... he would make her breakfast and dress her in beautiful clothes. while he still had her work, eisley was still allowed to wanter the mansion and play like the child she was. and with his demeanor -- his gently hugs and kisses to her forehead, eisley thought of him as a father. that quickly changed when she turned eighteen though. once adulthood hit, she supposed that balthazar thought it free to take their relationship in another direction -- a direction all the other servants saw coming the moment they noticed the similarities between eisley and balthazar’s deceased wife. 

               her plate was moved to her once again, eisley biting her lip at his comment while looking down to her dinner. ❝ i was... and i was handed over to foster care when i was six before he took me from there at fourteen. ❞ the nature of their relationship and how it had evolved used to make her stomach churn, but not it was just normal for the girl. she was his, and he certainly let her know that more than enough. now she only tried to find the silver linings. at least balthazar didn’t lay a hand on her until she was eighteen. she had those four years of comfort -- of living in a beautiful home before the realization of what sivron wanted all along set in. 

               and that brought her back to dryden. what did he want from her? with all the women lingering around in these types of dressed, she figured that he gave them to men like how balthazar had her. did she want that? she hated being with balthazar, how could she ever stomach being with more than one man? dryden was kind for the time being, but so was sivron. while she would be grateful for his hospitality, eisley knew she needed to get back to balthazar sooner than later. eisley took a bite of her food as instructed, mulling over how to answer his question in her mind. did he like her doing anything she didn’t know of? the man would punish her for having a conversation with a man her age which he saw as a threat. not liking her doing something he wasn’t aware of was an understatement. ❝ he does not... he prefers to keep me close... but i thank you for being so hospitable. ❞

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN 

Noticing the way she averted her eyes when she noticed Ora perched on the armrest of his chair. Despite his irritation at the dress and the choice made by his other two girls nothing went unnoticed. Was she truly that innocent that she could not bare to see any sort of physical touch? Just what type of master did she have? 

He laughed softly at her thanking him. At least she was well mannered, he liked that. He liked when they were well mannered or well behaved, it made training them all the better. “Did they? You had no troubles with them at all?”, he asked as he looked at the two women as they lingered. “Why thank you Eisley it is a lovely ship but this isn’t my home all the time”, he chuckled softly. No he’d had a rather large estate elsewhere that he would sometimes reside in when business was slow. 

When she spoke of her master the name slightly rung a bell. Old money, the man probably had so many slaves he would have not even noticed she was missing. But the girl seemed obsessed with contacting him, almost a little to overly in need of such. Dryden would have figured she would have been grateful to have been rescued. He shrugged as his glass was filled once more. 

Her manners were so impeccable that she even waited for him to have the first bite. When she inquired if he were a politician he chuckled softly. “No, no far from it. Politicians are lazy and mindless. No, I’m more of an entrepreneur, a businessman in a sense. Politicians are mere puppets while I make my own rules”, he said with a smile. “You are quite well mannered Eisley if I did not know you had a master I would have mistaken you for a lady of breeding he said as he sipped his wine. “Let’s serve you that hot chocolate though and call this master of yours. We wouldn’t want him to worry”. 

               EISLEY WAS NOT IN A GOOD POSITION BACK IN HER own master’s home, but she wasn’t sure if dryden was worse. did he make these women sleep with him regularly as her own had? eisley would rather stick to what she knew than take a gamble with a man she just met that day. and at least in her own household there were no other women who clearly made fun of her. ❝ nothing at all, sir. they were completely warm with me. ❞ a lie, but she’d never throw those women under the bus so needlessly. 

               but then he mentioned how well trained she was -- eisley feeling like she was some sort of well bred dog in that moment yet taking the compliment nonetheless. ❝ my master has had me since i was fourteen. he’s raised me more or less, i would credit him for my actions, ❞ she explained with a small smile, finally taking a bite of her dinner since it was the first meal she’s had after her hours of being held by the first order. she was only a bite or two in when he finally spoke about calling her master, eisley setting her fork down and nodding in agreement before getting out from her seat and walking over to dryden as she awaited him to lead her to the phone room. 

               she did not want to go back to her own master, but she knew that he’d get her back either way. the longer she waited to call him, the more trouble she would be in. she tried not to think of how he would react to this since she knew it wouldn’t be good. eisley staying with another man while balthazar had no idea where she was? if he even saw her smile at a grocer he would ban her from there. the situation wasn’t good, but what else could she do? the girl was at dryden’s mercy as well as balthazar’s -- even though he had none. 

               the servant waited beside him, taking a seat in the chair closest to him, eisley bit her lip at the realization that she may have acted too quickly instead of finishing her dinner, but dryden did say that they could call her master. ❝ he does worry... a lot. frequently, i mean. he’s simply protective... and he always has been since i was young. he doesn’t like not knowing where i am. ❞

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[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

The two women were quiet, almost cold to her. They had seen this all before numerous times. It seemed their master had a soft spot for helpless scram rats in gutters. As they let Eisley bathe they chatted between each other hushed whispers. “I wonder what kennel he found that one”, Ishale, the Mirialan, whispered with a soft laugh as she laid out the crimson red gown. She had found a matching pair of heels and some jewelry to accompany the gown. 

“Ishale! Not that one”, the Twi’lek gasped realizing just who’s dress had been set out. They had thought most of those belongings had been removed before he had returned and yet there sat perhaps a remnant of the past. The Mirialan smirked knowing full well what she was doing. There was no time to debate as it seemed their little guest had finished. “Come Carh’la, lets give her privacy”, she said as they exited the room. 

A meal had been prepped and laid out as Dryden waited a lovely Pantoran woman perched on the armrest of his chair. When she entered the room his jaw clenched as the striations upon his skin darkened at the sight of the dress. The Pantoran, Ora, who had been running her fingers through his hair slid from her perch knowing that she didn’t want to be anywhere near him when the eruption came. His hand clenched to a fist, the claw on his thumb inching out slightly. 

“You look…. lovely”, he said through clenched teeth as his emotions flared before he regained that cool calm composure. “Sit, eat and then we will call your master”, he said as he motioned towards an empty setting before someone set down a plate for her. Of course when her two escorts had entered the room his blue eyes flashed as he glared at the two. “I hope Ishale and Carh’la treated you well. I see they found something quite lovely for you to wear”, he said the last part a burning glare at them. “Eisley you never told me who your master was nor how it came to be why he allowed you to remain in that cell”, he said as he lifted a glass of some sort of expensive wine. 

               OF COURSE SHE HEARD EVERYTHING the two other women were saying while eisley was cleaning up. they weren’t exactly subtle nor quiet, but eisley simply acted as if she couldn’t hear their insults. once they exited the room, eisley changed quickly and hurried down to dryden in the hoped of finally calling her master... but they had other plans. the dinner -- she had forgot about the dinner. part of her worried about whether or not dryden would hold this against her master and gouge him for more money since he’s treated her so well, but for the time being she simply wanted balthazar to come get her. once entering the room with the other two women, eisley’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of some woman stroking dryden’s hair. the simple act seemed too intimate in a way, causing eisley to look away for the sake of privacy.

               but the woman was soon gone and eisley was seated at the table. something was wrong. he had complimented her, but dryden looked angered for some reason... hopefully she didn’t do anything to upset him. but it seemed as if his anger was directed to the women and less at her. ❝ thank you, sir, ❞ she answered quietly, ❝ they treated me very well. your home is beautiful. ❞ and then she waited for him to take the first bite before she did. it was always customary in her own house. the question about her master was hopeful though -- eisley finally thinking that he’d allow her to contact him. ❝ his name is balthazar sivron... i do not know why i remained in the cell, i suppose he simply wasn’t alerted of my arrest. or perhaps he was elsewhere and the authorities couldn’t contact him. ❞

               lithe fingers reached for her napkin, setting that across her lap. she knew her master would never want her to remain in a cell -- he would hate the thought of her surrounded by men in charge of her. his possessiveness would never allow such a thing... maybe that was one upside of his behaviour. ❝ if you don’t mind me asking... are you a politician as well? ❞

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

Looking out the darkly tinted windows of the vehicle he grinned. Was it his? Of course it was his, the Kalevalan yacht was the finest in luxury vessels. It boasted six main viewing decks as well as elegant estate rooms for his guests with his study at the apex of it all. With her night black finish she was the most elegant of ships and the host of many lavish parties. The sight of her only made him smile as he loved that ship as much as he perhaps loved himself. 

“Why yes, that would be mine”, he said as he slid out from the vehicle after the Lasat. Holding his hand out for her he waited for her to exit the transport before his hand resumed its perch upon her shoulder. The ride up to the main deck filled with silence as he passed through the lift doors into the opulent main room where various visitors were lounging about. 

Several elegantly dressed females made their way over. “Ladies,” he greeted them a caress of their cheek with soft kisses he motioned to Eisley. “This is Eisley, she is our new guest. Let us show her our hospitality hmm? Take her to freshen up and find her something more… suitable to wear”, he said as the two nodded all smiles. “Eisley, why don’t you follow Ishale and Carh’la freshen up and then we will set about contacting your master”, he smiled as he waved the women away to lead her to his personal opulent bathing chambers. While one of them, the Twi’lek, Carh’la went about pulling dresses from a vast closet the other showed her to the bath an unamused eye. She’d seen this far to many times now to show anything but an emotionless face once away from her master. 

               EVEN WHEN SHE WAS OUT OF THE VEHICLE, the man was holding her by the shoulder. loosely of course, as if it were a natural position for the man, but it was still giving her a possessive feeling as that was what her master would do before gradually moving his grasp to her waist. it was clear that this ship was a source of pride for the man though and even if eisley thought it was far too much for a person, the girl would never disparage such a thing. eisley simply remained quiet as they walked up to the main deck -- her eyes wandering around to observe the people there... most of who looked dressed just as beautifully as the interior. something was off about it though. 

               she stopped along side dryden, chocolate gaze looking up at the women before looking to dryden as he gave the two his orders. at the mention of her getting into a new outfit, she opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself before she could speak. all her efforts have been shot down either way. without questioning it, eisley followed the two taller woman yet continued to look around her surroundings. what exactly was this? did dryden run an upper class lounge? more than a few questions flooded her mind as she arrived at the bathing chambers, the girl furrowing her brows when one of them led her to the bath. while she hated the fact that she was letting someone do this to her, eisley was truly at his mercy. luckily the bath was private, eisley taking a quick wash to scrub off the ash of the fire before hurrying back out to the women who had a dress already laid out for her. 

               and then she finally came back to dryden with a new sense of nervousness instilled in the pit of her stomach. nevertheless, eisley approached in that deep crimson gown and raven hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders. ❝ will we call my master now? i am sure he’s awake, he is often up late these nights - ❞ eisley attempted, keeping a foot of distance between the two just to be safe. the dress was beautiful, but revealing in ways she wasn’t exactly comfortable with in front of a whole ship of strangers. 

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

Her tensing to his touch amused him. This one was somewhat trained and yet the question lie before him of just how trained was she? Of course the level of training was of no worry to him as if need be he would train her properly. Perks of the job is what his old boss called it. He let her hair slide through his slender fingers before he waited for her to answer his question. Simple small talk to keep her calm. 

“You haven’t? Well what sort of master do you have that hasn’t allowed you to sample different foods? I find variety keeps one engaged and happy”, he said as he smirked. Brow quirked at her response which made him laughe. “Hot chocolate? Well then I shall see to it you have the best hot chocolate in the galaxy”, he mused as he played with the tips of her hair lightly. All this touch wasn’t for naught though, it was more his indirect way of assessing the goods before him. How much would she be worth to her master? How much could she make for him?

“Do I have a favorite food?”, he repeated her question thinking. Dryden Vos was a man of impeccable taste and that only grew with his wealth but he supposed he did have a favorite dish. “Well I am quite fond of the Yalvik queen stingers. But my favorite dish is lobster Bisellian, followed by some Banja cake”, he said as he was amused by her speaking of a duty. So she could cook but had never tasted othe foods. “Do you? As much as I would enjoy such an offer I must decline what sort of host makes his guest cook?”, he chuckled as the vehicle slowed to a stop beside the large craft. 

               SHE WAS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HOW much he was touching her hair, but pushing him away may be a bad move. her master pet her hair like this at times too, but with sivron she was far more comfortable. it wasn’t as if she liked it, but at least she knew what her own master was capable of. ❝ well-... he used to give me a lot when we met. i suppose her did give me far more than normal servants get, but i just don’t remember -- it’s been years. ❞ his laughing at her response was sort of a relief, though again -- what was his angle on all of this? why would someone want to do this for a servant? he could gouge her master for money, but he couldn’t done that while he dropped her off. there was no reason for him to take her to his own ship. 

               her stomach was still in knots and getting tighter the more she thought about it. obsidian hues moved back to dryden, eisley taking a quick glance at his fingers playing with her hair before focusing her attention on his gaze again. ❝ there’s this tavern near the river... on my days off i go there, the bartender makes good hot chocolate though no one else really orders it - ❞ she explained before tilting her head while he went on about his favorites. they sounded familiar, but they certainly were nothing she’s ever had. 

               eyes moved back down towards the flooring of the craft before eisley felt the thing come to a stop. they must’ve been there then. so turning her head away from dryden, eisley looked out of her window where a grand -- overly luxurious looking ship was had. it was a wonder why anyone needed such a thing, but there were more than a few people like him here. ❝ is that yours? ❞ a dumb question -- of course it was his. the girl looked back at dryden and then to his guard when he let himself out -- eisley moving slightly away from dryden to prepare to get out as well. 

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

He smiled at her. Those large glassy eyes of hers, he’d seen that look numerous times. The first time he’d seen such eyes had been on his first big job and he’d made the mistake of feeling remorse for where the girls would be going. Back then he’d been young and weak but his boss had corrected that. It was just business, and as his boss had put it, the girls should be grateful for their new lives as they could have it worse. At least under the wing of Crimson Dawn they were taken care of and had the opportunity to advance or work their debt off and gain their freedom. 

His long slender fingers carded through her hair softly as he pet her lightly. The way she seemed to shrink beside him was amusing as if she regretted her decision. He wouldn’t fault her though, anyone with sound mind would have stayed in the cell. Her voice was soft and he could tell there was fear in it. He looked at her, her words somewhat desperate. He could follow her directions and drop her off but then there was that risk of having done this all for free. Her directions only pleased him as they were in the more wealthier sections of the city. “Nonsense, lets get you freshened up and fed before anything else. I’m sure your master would appreciate you being taken care of”. 

He let his hand drop from petting her hair when she shifted to look at him. “Shhh, it is nothing my dear. Now no more of this, once we are aboard the First Light and you are fed and given a chance to rest and freshen up we can go about contacting your master”,  he said once more the striations on his skin darkening slightly. “Do you have a favorite food Eisley?”, he asked changing the subject as the vehicle jostled along. 

               AND NOW IT WAS PAINFULLY CLEAR that he was going to be taking her to his home. and at this point she questioned whether her master really would be called. but what could she do about it now? try to jump from the vehicle moving at top speeds? eisley had to face the consequence of her stupidity and go to this yacht of his. she was certain that her nervousness would only provoke him further and she could also tell that her attempts were getting on the man’s nerves. so she simply stayed quiet, body tensing when he began to stroke her hair though she immediately tried to relax to not trigger him. who knows what he was capable of -- the man had a damn body guard. 

               instead of arguing or coming up with another alternative, eisley simply nodded, her eyes still on his when he asked that seemingly arbitrary question. did she have a favorite food? she had been eating variations of the same thing for dinner nearly each night. the food in hoth was no good either. she just shook her head with a small sigh. ❝ i’m afraid i haven’t tried many foods to have a favorite... i like-... hot chocolate? ❞ she questioned thought she knew it didn’t really count as a food. hopefully she wouldn’t have to pay him back for his hospitality, but it would likely go down that road anyway. while he was correct in her master wanting her taken care of, eisley was positive that he wouldn’t like that another man was behind it. it was the possessive nature which scared her. that was something which she thought drove the violence at times. 

               accepting the danger she was in was somewhat euphoric. she knew something bad would happen, why stress up until the moment it happens? stupid reasoning and rationale, but too many things have happened to her and she was only twenty two. maybe she should just trust him though... hope for the best. ❝ do... you have a favorite food, sir? i make my master dinner frequently, i could make it for you if you’d like. ❞ maybe sucking up -- offering something to him would lighten him up. 

[ofeisley]

&&. DRYDEN

The Lasat eyed her with a brutish smirk at her reaction, no doubt smelling her fear. Dryden could smell it as well and it made him chuckle as he noticed the unease she had when the body guard took his seat beside her, his large form taking up a good portion of the spacious seat. Leaning back in his seat arms resting upon the tops Dryden crossed a leg as he lounged his blue eyes amused at the terror she seemed to have as she looked at the Lasat. “If I didn’t know any better I think you frighten her Proddo”, he laughed, the Lasat chuckling beside her. 

When she moved the large guard made to stop her but Dryden merely waved his fingers dismissing the need. He could handle her if need be and besides she had no real reason to harm him, yet. When she settled beside him he casually let his arm drape around her shoulders as he smiled at her. They all seemed to prefer to be nestled beside him as if he were someone of comfort. Each and every one of them like this girl beside him all sought that comfort and became entranced by the illusion he projected of a protector. 

“It’s no trouble at all my dear”, he once more assured her. No, the real trouble would come when a price would be discussed with her master. Though he might just take her for his own. He knew there was a certain clientele that found  her type quite alluring, the wide eyes, the soft voice, the innocence all those quaities drew in good money to the right customer. “As I said before it truly is such a tragic sight to have a lovely flower as yourself withering away in that awefully dreadful cesspool. It is no trouble at all. You just sit and relax and not worry that pretty little heart of yours, Dryden Vos will take care of you”, he said as he looked down at her. 

               THAT FREEZING FEELING IN THE PIT OF HER STOMACH which somehow also made her forehead burn and her cheeks flush was enough to warn her that this was not a good situation. never had she missed her own master so much. at least with sivron she knew what he was capable of -- but with vos? his intentions weren’t clear yet. all she knew was that he acted similarly to how sivron did when they first met. there was comfort in what she knew and eisley would rather go home to a household she was used to rather than a yacht with a man who seemed far too sketchy to fully trust. it was clear to her now that she had made a mistake. she should’ve stayed in that cell because now? now she was being taken god knows where. the thought made her heart begin to race as she looked out the window, her breath hitching when she felt his arm wrap around her. another mistake -- she should’ve stayed by the guard. 

               glassy eyes looked at their surroundings, eisley quickly turning back to dryden. ❝ my master’s home is only two minutes this way and down the side road, maybe we could go there instead? it might be easier for you... i am certain he would like to meet you too- ❞ actually he would probably hate to meet this man, but all she wanted was to go home. her anxiety of it all had to be concealed though since she didn’t want to set off the two men. her master would have her work events -- some more in darkness than others where eisley served more as eye candy than an actual servant. she remained by sivron, but she had the occasional arm slide around her waist by higher ups which she wouldn’t dare to shove off. from what she’s learned, it was safer to not do anything to offend them and sneak off later. his cooing voice was heard soon enough and eisley looked back up to him while he described her as a flower. was that why he wanted to take her? he had to have something in it for himself. ❝ thank you, sir... you know i appreciate you... ❞ eisley muttered, shifting in her seat to face him a bit more properly. ❝ i just-... i have never been shown so much hospitality, and you even speak of giving me dinner... it is far too much, i should simply go home and my master will reward you for your service- ❞