"Put them on the cart and chain them up," Al'sam waved at his servants before turning to the woman licentious clinging to his robes. "Grab her too."
"You said you would spare me! Al'sam please have so humanity-"
"Silence," The Geni'i's hand connected with the disgraced noble's cheek causing her to hit the deck. "Don't sully my name with your words. I said that you're not going to die and not that you're going to leave this hole free. Albeit..." His dull beer-brown eyes narrowed as he brought Magdallen's powdered face to view, holding her by both cheeks. "I could throw you in a cage surrounded by those brutes, unlocked of course but that seems like such a waste. How about you give me all the jewellery you are hiding somewhere and I can find you a more suitable assignment, the more you give me the better.
Al'sam could see that the woman was at an edge and pushing her further might break her. He could dish out punishment but couldn't take it so he foresaw the pretty-faced weakling to completely lock herself in a shell. It's not like he was against mind-breaking his property but he wasn't a lover of vegetables, especially getting them at the very beginning.
The magus watched as Magdallen gripped the rope he had thrown with her remaining vitality, running all over the house and depositing trinkets in front of him despite her injured leg. Good training happened when the slave wasn't aware of it, so Al'sam didn't bother moving from his spot not wanting anything to disturb Magdallen's frenzy. It was somewhat admirable how strongly she clung to life, especially as an outsider who had bought into the fantasy of humans achieving godhood.
Before long the woman sheepishly approached the mage, a carpet of gifts in the shape of dresses and minor jewellery. Yet this tribute lacked something and Magdallen knew it, she needed something to catch a man's attention to ensure that she could return her life to normal.
After a short break, she quickly ran upstairs carefully placing her feet so as to not fall through the floor. Approaching the nest of the vermin she leaned over it reaching her hand toward a wooden carving.
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"Ugly." Magdallen lamented as she stared at the thing, taking in every single blemish the statue had gained after the many years of its existence.
Without much thought, she kicked the blanket and searched for something long and narrow finding a lockpick in a pouch at the foot of the makeshift bed. There was truly no end to how much trouble Alexandre had caused her, from bringing guards into her house to obscuring her efforts to discipline Claire into bringing some gold into the house rather than being a freeloader. Holding the wooden dragon under her arm she pressed the flat end of the metal bar behind its eye, carefully shiming it behind the ruby.
"Strenght Reinforce." A meek yellowish light shimmered around her and a moment after the wooden eye socket began to show a crack before the upper part of the skull shot out into the air, spraying splinters everywhere.
"Huh?" What she had assumed were two small rubies acting as the dragon's eyes turned to be one giant gem half the size of her palm. "Why would someone hide this?" Magdallen found herself asking while pulling splinters from her hair.
A great big smile overtook the noble as she hurriedly sprinted downstairs, sure that even if enslaved she could live comfortably and maybe eventually... she would think about it later.
POV Change
A distant sound of wheels on the cobblestone began to grow clearer before the entire void Alexandre had found himself in jolted upward as the cart bounced on a pothole. Awaken by the jolt, the Senchor found himself in a cage covered by a blanket which didn't quite reach all the way down causing anything above his head to disappear into a dark void. Trying to stand up, a metallic rattle filled the cage before he could feel the chain around his legs and arms taut to its fullest.
"Claire! Claire?"
"Shut up I'm trying to sleep." Someone shouted back.
Distraught and feeling a pounding headache the scion of House Senchor began to feel the metal bars around him in the twilight searching for hinges, locks and anything else he could pick open. His spirit deflated as he couldn't find anything which would remotely look like a keyhole.
Did they fuse the side together?
The thief felt like a worm on a hook as his imagination went wild with ideas of horrible things they could do to him stuck in a cage without escape. His eyes darted toward his feet where thick iron shackles bound his legs to a hook on the floor. Alexandre tried to bring his hands in front of his face finding the chain too short for even such a simple movement.
"Ethereal Lockpick." He bent forward and activated an ability.
On the palms of his hand, a dark translucent lockpick began to take shape. Pickpocketing was his greatest strength but he considered himself a good picker. He should have all four locks unlocked in a short moment and then he could really examine the cage for a way to escape and to Claire.
As his brow gathered sweat while he wrestled with the strange unpickable lock, the sunlight began to disappear from front to back as the cart pulled into a building.
"Wake up all of you," Someone shouted as the blanket covering the cart's cargo was unexpectedly ripped away. "Let's greet the fresh meat with gusto!"