Melodic, sweet and tantalizing it was. Bringing forth a surge of marvelous and strange emotions that were foreign but nonetheless welcome.
"I see you've attained power."
It sweetly spoke chuckling at the end, though suddenly appearing as it was, its sudden and infectious presence brought without a doubt a sense of joy to the young boy.
"... Strange..."
Pursing his lips, he had spoken questioning the odd remark of the voice.
"What's so strange?"
Though the cries of the ravaged woman had resumed both the voice and the young boy were not bothered. As though the cries of mortals were beneath them as the voice answered again, this time sweetly chuckling and speaking with much levity.
"Your soul, is strange. Hehehe, your soul has too many focal points which is too odd."
'Too many focal points... what does that have to do with strange?'
"Ohh you don't understand, then I shall bestow my understanding upon your ignorant mind. Hehehe, right now those shackles you're wearing are inhibiting the free flow of mana between your body and the environment, kind of like holding your breath under the sea, but should either one of those shackles come off, Hehehe, you might go mad due to the sudden reaction and concentration of... never mind."
'Free flow, sea... mad.'
Those where the few words that registered within his mind as the strange but steady pulsating that had been occurring within his body, picked up.
Caravan leader Juon who had been seating around the fire sipping his tea leisurely suddenly pricked up, his genial expression slightly tensing. The three men who seemed to have had endless libido, continued violating the poor woman to the extent that she had lost her voice from the countless screams she had released and whatever remained of her was a husk of her former self. Though she no longer screamed, the men continued their brutal exercise, caring not for the perso- no former human they had been using to release their burning lusts, but even they couldn't sense what was going on.
The strange pulsations increased rapidly, like a heart picking up. As this continued, the more dazed he became.
"...wh...at's... g...g.. oing... o... n?!"
It felt strange, yet... so very euphoric.
Time usually rigid now felt strangely malleable, it stretched and compressed. The deep darkness that had felt oppressive at first now was blissful as the cramped space he had first, now felt immeasurably big. Like an endless green valley, filled with life and mysterious treasures, he felt lost in that euphoric dream-like state. Alternating from flowing to swimming within the crystalline waters flowing from somewhere.
"Perfect."
The sweet voice uttered, its words filled with dark glee as it watched from wherever it was seemingly enjoying the delirious state the young boy was within.
Caravan leader Juon had long stopped sipping his hot tea as he had perked up, his gaze as sharp as a hawk as he swept through the whole camp searching for something. The whole camp had been muted down so greatly within his mind that a blank space was all that was left of it, yet despite his dangerous mental prowess, Juon could not find what had been bothering him.
"What is going on? Is it an approaching beast or something else? If not then why is the mana in the air so sparse?"
He quietly hypothesized as he remained vigilant for any surprise attacks, but to his dismay, they never came. The very environment itself seemed to have fallen asleep as only the grunts, laughs and curses spoken by the three guards who seemed to be having the times of their lives filled the atmosphere quietly, the silent snores of the slaves barely audible with only a select few who seemed to remain awake, trapped in their sins that forbade sleep. The remaining guards standing duty across their select posts.
The longer he observed the world through his special eyes, the more tense he became as Juon's originally obsidian eyes had slowly turned a shade lighter making them look dark brown amidst the dancing flames.
Time had lost meaning as he continued in that suspended state of euphoria, his heterochromia eyes that were crimson and blue lost their usual luster as they dully remained awake. His mind was long lost as his soul drifted between the imagined place and his current position, in which the longer he stayed in that imagined place, the more delirious he became his already damaged reasoning slowly slipping. The strange pulsations that had picked up tethering him to his body all whilst making the shackles to slowly hum.
"Hmm, I guess royal blood really does flow within his veins, sigh, but at least I managed to reach my goal."
Sweetly speaking, the melodic voice belonging to the unknown entity had once again disappeared forcefully ending the delirious state of the young boy shutting up the humming of the shackles. But the strange pulsations continued their excited run as they once again picked up, this time letting the body slightly tremble.
"what was that all about? Heaven?"
He thought as more and more of his intellectual capacities were slowly restored but the strange pulsations taking place within him continued their rapid course, forcing him to take notice of them. The mind was hazy, the soul trembled yet the heart was at peace as he began assessing his situation.
"Sigh... that was another strange encounter, sigh. My instincts are telling me to run away from this place, does this world truly hates me or is it something else?"
A piece of his rationality had returned as he had began his usual sulking, taking notice of how unfair things were for him within this world but it did not cloud his judgement as he listened to his instincts. Another strange event was going to occur and he didn't want to be in this forewarned environment. It just unnerved him as he began feeling the area encapsulating the darkness, a cold touch echoed through his being as he felt one of the things beside him. The smell of vomit, piss and blood began wafting through the darkness as his sense of smell had returned, blocked from its duty since during the "experience." An inkling of where he was settled on his imagination.
"Blood, vomit, piss and death... ughhhhh!!"
He had been packaged within a carriage, dead center within the multitude of corpses resting within some storage facility. Accurately identifying where he was, a sense of hope dawned within him as he could feel a faint breeze blowing within the facility, by this prompting, he began wiggling his way through the mound of corpses.
He had being writhing a lot lately,'
The boy thought as he remembered what he had to do in that desert, an involuntary shudder emanated from his being. With that, he broke free from the oppressive mound and grunts, laughs and curses suddenly grew louder as low, soft whimperings echoed. This caused him to stop his escape as suddenly felt the pulsatings that were occurring within his soul, stop.
The poor woman who had been violated for quite some time had now truly lost her voice as the caravan guards didn't pay any attention. It was no longer a matter of who or what but rather a sense of when, as she had settled in her mind that whatever evil or good that had occurred to her throughout her sad life led all to this moment of ultimate shame, whereby, she being continually violated lost herself within the darkness... seeking solace from the pains, sufferings and torments she had endured throughout. Gradually, the darkness gave way to light and her plea was granted.
"Let it all stop..."