Ipostnaked - skandia

(18.) Skanda.1. I - office, Skanda. But it was not always called me. His real name, I almost forgot, though, my life has changed quite recently. Who among relatives and friends would see me now, too, is unlikely to be learned. Clothes replace me two things. crude, old cloth to wrap my thighs, podvyazyvaya its thick piece of rope, and another on me that something resembling the form bezrukavku. She does not hide the stigma that vyzhgli me on the left chest. Stamp - a sign of my master, a symbol of his power over me.

The same sign he was on his chest, only in the form of huge gold medallion. All clothes torn and deteriorated so that does not serve the already protected from the north wind and cold. All this won me of a slave, which has already ended his sad life. Maybe these cloth before him was another office. But I am satisfied with this already and, because my boss found it even rough sandals too big a luxury for me. Legs always my pregnancy and stones to cover with wounds.

No shoes, I shall be payable. At my neck with a metal Dog-collar vpayannym ring, in case the owner wants to put me on the chain, for example. Postyourgirls - podvezi to home. Leather bracelets with the same wearing rings on my wrists and ankles. Last scar to bear my person, who once called beautiful. So I look now. So I made my boss. The reason why I put up with this, which prefer hateful life of a slave's death, only one. Her name is Hildegard.2.

Now I no longer write on their own. My first record that I made on a piece of bark, saw the landowner. Arabitsu he does not know, and forced me to read it aloud my work. I thought Frey, at best, once again izobet me. After all, above all, I mentioned the name of Hildegard. But boss listened attentively and stunned me a little pomolchal and told me to write yet, but already rune letter. I find it difficult, I am not very well possess runes, and I am not a writer,so forgive me my mistakes.

So, fulfilling orders from my master, I will write about what happened and is happening with me. First, as told to write to me, this is our first meeting. My real name Iskander Al-Shafei, Libyan kind of noble warriors. I fought a mercenary in Italy, when I was captured northerners. Even in the heat of battle, I noticed this incredible warrior. He fought fiercely, killed many of my comrades and wounded me. After a moment I felt like lose consciousness.

The hands and legs stopped to listen. I am only nineteen, but death would be a good outcome. I would have died, as should warrior. In fact, everything turned out worse. The poison, which was G©ventuels blade, injuring me, gave only the illusion of death, and allowed ochnutsya already in the northern lands svetlokozhih among people who now have my masters. Having opened our eyes in complete darkness, I found himself lying on the animal's clothing, tied for the waist chain.

Weapons of my course, there was no upper garments, too. Frenchcum - debt slaves. I immediately raised, put on the hands and feet on the leather bracelets and convivial resulted in a huge room full of veselyaschihsya oruschih songs and the Vikings and their women. Many looked at me, when one of the warriors vtaschil me on the circuit. So far, I have to my future master, I won a few tychkov and kicks. And here I see for ourselves the very beautiful that I got injured. That was Frey.

3. Mr not like it, as I write. I make many mistakes, and he wants me to describe their mostly flour, most of all he loves me recension. Here's how our first conversation took place. Frey asked how my name is, and smiled when he heard the answer. You do not think that you would call here in such a magnificent name. Ty: Skanda - and enough with you. He extended a hand to my descent medallion that I always wore around their necks. This stone is transmitted through generations, it kind of my honour.

I intercepted the hand of Freya, I was immediately caught behind omitted falls to its knees. Rings bracelets on my hands pasted in a large ring in the floor. Dernuvshis several times, I found the futility of their efforts. Frey disrupted medallion with me and threw one of the maids. You will not be anything of his, bid farewell to the trinket. Another maidservant he ordered to cut one's hair my hair. We Scandinavians, as indeed, and we, briefly ostrigayut or breyut head only slaves.

I have always had long hair, and inspired me since childhood, so that only prilichestvuet soldiers. One must know how I felt humiliated when my black strands fell on the wooden floor from under the scissors servant. My head was ostrizhena, and maidservant noticed earrings in my ears. Vyprosiv them from Freya, she still wanted to kiss me. After receiving permission, a woman vpilas me in the lip by universal laughter.

I splyunul with disgust, she did not clean teeth. During this maidservant with a force struck me in the stomach by a new explosion of laughter. Frey demanded that I found it to his master, but I still made their choice at the moment when I understood ochnuvshis, where the find. I said. You're not me Sir, and I am not your slave. I was beaten lashes on the back and head and again repeated the demand. After receiving the third denial, Frey izrek that I will be left in such a position without food or water until poumneyu. Vikings have long occupied only by servants morning began pribirat hall.