“Git that arse in there. Stinking motherfucker.
His whiplashed arse. His burning tortured backside. Shoved in a hole in the wall. In the corridor outside the kitchen. Where the kitchen girls had to pass all the time.
“That arse stays in the house,” that had been the young master’s command. His sister was not disagreeing with that.
His bare thrashed arse had been walked through the house. Limping, ungainly, every step agony. Every move in his agonised arse whipping lashes of pain across his features. Weeping tears with every step. His unmanly shame exhibited .. for all to see.
A stinging slap on his burning wounds got Ka-Lan into place. Forced grimacing into the hole. Seated on rough splintered boards. Knees up, the narrowness pressing his thighs to Ka-Lan’s sweat-drenched chest. Agony on his arse. That whiplashed backside taking his whole weight.
His sorry-arse was staying in the house alright. And she’d selected the perfect place for him. Up on the wall, a picture of manly uselessness. His naked torso on full display. His naked shame for all to see. His sorry-arse stayed in the house .. where everyone would see. Prisoner of shame. Locked in this cage with his disgrace.
Shameful tears ran unstoppable as her burly guard fixed the rusty iron grid to the wall. Locking him in. Trapping him in. Crunched up on his sorry-arse. Staying put. Staying in the house.
He’d “disappointed”. He’d done what he had been bought to do. But still he had “disappointed”. Let HER down. And who else counted? A dog that no longer could please. Kennelled away in a cramped hole, out of favour. His degradation held up for public display. Caged like an animal. Interned in a hole in the wall. Unable to wriggle or move. Prisoner of her wrath.
An object of shame, everyone knew. But no one was going to get involved. Solitary confinement in a public place. Food would be passed through the bars. Water to keep him going. He’d piss where he was. He’d sit in his own shit. No one would pass him a kindly word. Even old Nathor would desert him. Not a single look of sympathy would pass through those bars. No one would dare.
Nothing for it, Ka-Lan knew. Only one thing left for him to do. He’d been saved from the mines. Nothing else for it. Ka-Lan just had to get away.