A Warrior's Redemption (The Warrior Kind)

"I was right then. She does have spirit to her. What can you do with this Rugar?" Krista's master asked indicating the crude brand.

Rugar studied it for a moment and then replied confidently, "I can mask it sufficiently, but these other scars I can do nothing with."

"You won't need to they'll accentuate the image of her I want people to see."

Turning to the servants Krista's master said, "Clean her up and then assist Rugar in his work."

They nodded their heads in unison and he left the room.

Krista picked her head up off the pillow it had been laying on. She was stiff and completely disoriented. All of a sudden like the rush of a wave crashing onto the seashore everything came back to her in an instant.

She sat up abruptly and gasped. She had been lying on her stomach, and now looking down at herself her mouth fell open. She had practically nothing on! Nothing that could pass for clothes anyway.

Her breasts were encased in a soft vibrant material that left a lot of her chest exposed, while her stomach and back were completely bare. The fabric was held in place by thin straps that went up over her shoulders and across her back.

The left strap had been left undone and the back of her shoulder burned and twitched painfully. She wanted to scratch it but wasn't sure what her fingers would find so she resisted the urge.

The room was lit dimly by candle light, but she could still see the light reflecting off the gems that were set in a necklace around her neck. The necklace appeared to be made of solid gold! There were golden arm bands around her upper arms as well.

She got up from the bed she had been laying on and walked over to a mirror she had seen her reflection in from the bed. Her lower half was incased in nothing but a short silky dress that went no farther than mid thigh and was of a similar pattern and material as what barely encased her breasts.

She was barefoot, but she could see anklets similar to her necklace adorning her ankles. Her hair was elaborately worked about her face and neck. Somehow they had taken the unruly mass of curls and put them under a semblance of arranged order.

She touched the skin of her bare stomach and then held her fingers up to her nose. They had oiled her skin with some kind of fine lotion and the smell was soothing with a hint of spice to it. She met her own eyes in the mirror and stared at herself in shock. Big tears slid their way down her face, which felt as if it was made of new skin, so tight and sensitive feeling was it. Nothing her short skirt concealed felt as if it had been used, but her fate was as sure as the reflection of the strange erotic looking woman looking back at her from the mirror.