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Not long after the other tribesman heard her screams, it was normal to scream from being branded, and thus he had no idea of the ordeal she had gone through, he came back down into the hole. The tribesman should have smelled the release of bodily fluids, but he really was not the woodsman type, and was kind of daft when it came to detective work.
So he never even noticed that there was more blood on the table than normal, some was even in the corner of the room. The tattooman’s missing eye did not even tip him off that something happened that was not normal. It was either that or this had happened before, and Alexandra did not want to think about that at all. Her green face he contributed to her reaction to the tattooing, and branding.
It was a different reaction than what he was used to, but he was stupid like that. Alexandra thought that it might be from eating Sevle brains kind of like mad cow disease, or something like that. Alexandra had withdrawn, but instinct told her that she needed some questions answered so she asked her bastard of a tribal father,
“I now need something clarified, tribal father.”
Her tribal father nodded for her to go ahead. She continued with a little concern on his face as Alexandra looked worn out, and she was at least bearing her captivity before he had left her with the tattooed tribesman.
She was only able to say something after lots of water, “What exactly am I to this tribe? What do these dots really mean? Why am I wearing these clothes? Will I ever be free?” She looked ready to cry even though she looked more angry now than sad, in fact she looked positively pissed off.
Her tribal father smiled a diabolical smile and then spoke to Alexandra, “Alexandra you are a slave and will always be a slave. You will do whatever anyone tells you to do, if you are told to do it, you shall do it. The green dots mean that you are a new slave, the red dots mean that you are a hunter and the orange dots mean that you are an assassin. Altogether they mean that you are at the bottom of the hierarchy of our tribe.”
To Alexandra he sounded kind of pompous and obnoxious. He paused to breathe and then continued. “The fact that there are twice as many red dots as green dots and three times as many orange dots as green dots means that you are a hunter more than a slave and an assassin more than a hunter. After your inception as a slave into the L’art’o you will be trained into these things.
“There are ninety total dots on your body and that means that you are a low ranked slave and that you will be last in all aspects of the L’art’o. Also from this day forward you are not allowed to bathe, or come into contact with water. Us L’art’o’s should be able to smell you, and be able to be served right away.
“You will never be free, and to me that just sounds so funny. Oh by the way you will be lucky if you get to eat today because the dogs always eat before you do. You will be staying in a hole in the ground beneath one of the father trees in the north.
“It is small at this time, but can be made bigger if you have the energy to do so after you have done all of your work during the day. You will have to use your fingers, and hands to dig because you will not be given any tools.” Alexandra felt worse after he had finished speaking, but knew that crying would not help her in any way.
Besides there was not much she could do about it as these tribesmen’s prisoner. These beasts that were the L’art’o were kind of sick. Alexandra had to work hard to not have bile come up her throat, and spew it all over everyone. It hurt to walk as every movement of her right, or left leg made her inner thighs rub together and pull on her groin.
Stifling a whimper, or even a tear by biting her lip she soldiered on. The tribesman led, or dragged Alexandra out of the hole. They headed back to where they came from passing the tent she stayed in on the way. Both of them continued for a while until they arrived at a clearing divided into ten sections.