Monday Flash Fic for November 7, 2016

Here’s the Flash Fic for Monday, November 7, 2016. The pic was posted on October 31, 2016. Word count is 490. Thanks go to my friend Jen who betaed this one for me and came up with some nice suggestions. Sometimes it takes a village. 🙂

To see the pic that inspired this story visit:

And now here’s the Story:

The Escape

Damien reached the stairs and frowned as he saw his fellow body-slave, Theo, balancing on a chair perched on the wooden frame of their prison enclosure. Theo was completely naked, as was Damien. What use were clothes when you were a slave and expected to give your body to your master whenever he wished.

“What are you looking at, Theo? If the guards catch you spying, you’ll be punished for certain.”

Theo only shrugged and grunted, his normal response to most things. Whereas Damien tried not to displease anyone, Theo was the opposite. Moreover, he wanted to escape and looked for ways of doing just that at any opportunity. Damien suspected that was what Theo was doing now.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang coming from the outer wall of the fortress. Still on the stairs, Damien looked toward the sound. A large fire blazed in the middle of the courtyard. His master’s men were scrambling to get to their defensive positions along the walls.

Another fire exploded in the compound. Screams echoed throughout, as soldiers were burning. Orders were shouted to extinguish the flames. Soldiers hustled to obey them. Damien started to run up the stairs, but was stopped by a strong hand pulling him so hard he almost fell backward.

“Where are you going?”

Damien turned to find a grimacing Theo staring at him. “To help. People are getting hurt.”

“Why? They’re the enemy. They’ve caged us, treated us like dirt. Besides, what can you possibly do? You’re unarmed… and you’re naked.”

Damien tried and failed to escape Theo’s grip. He was too strong. He’d been a soldier while Damien had been a slave his whole life. “I have to do something.”

Theo looked once more towards the front gates. His expression hardened. “The soldiers are being overrun. We need to get out of here.”

Damien harrumphed as he was pushed back, enabling Theo to pass him on the stairs. pulling him along.  Arriving at the corner, Theo peered around cautiously and Damien fought to break free. “We need to find Master.”

“We are being overrun! Don’t you get it, Damien? As body-slaves, we’ll be among the spoils of war. I may be able to convince them to spare me, but you won’t. They’ll recognize your devotion to your master and take their frustration and revenge out on you. You won’t survive.”

Damien put his hands on his hips in a gesture of defiance. “Master won’t let that happen. He loves us. He—“

Theo grabbed Damien by the head and banged it as hard as he dared, catching Damien as he slumped. “You’re too beautiful to be killed because of misplaced loyalty. You won’t be able to get yourself killed if you can’t speak.”

He picked Damien up and walked toward his rooms, hoping against all hope his tongue and his obvious hatred of his captors would be enough to keep himself and his secret love alive.


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