Chapters Ysrii the Dalsur Chapter 10
Please note, this story includes themes of violence, sadism, and abuse not shown on-screen in my previous works.
I awoke as one of Yusso’s men opened the trunk of whatever car I was in, lifted me up, carried me for a bit, and then dropped me painfully on something hard. Concrete but not quite, maybe some cardboard. I heard one of them say, “Good riddance.” before the doors shut and they sped off. I tried to call after them, “Please don’t leave me here!” but my collar shocked me again, and I bit my tongue in the process.
Unable to call out, I laid there for a while in the dark of the bag, feeling the wet cardboard soak through against my back, beginning to smell not just the dank stillwater but the piss of the city streets. I clearly remembered the night I had strode down that alleyway with Elias pulling me along, and wondered… if I hadn’t worn those sandals, if I had just gotten my soles a little dirty in those puddles, I might not be bathing in them now. Maybe, just maybe I would still be in my Master’s bed up in the heights.
But I knew that was bullshit. Elias had been just as bad as Yusso, I just hadn’t seen it. I hadn’t failed him, or myself, the bastard had thrown me into the meat grinder without a care, like a thing, like property. He probably had another dalsur by now in his bed, another 18-year-old Class A dalsur, coating her skin in fine oils and elixirs with not a care in the world. I just hoped he had learned his lesson and she wouldn’t suffer the same fate as I had.
But I wasn’t property anymore. The stinging red welt on my ass said so, I was worthless, useless, no one wanted me, so here I was, my own owner. It felt so wrong. When I was in school they had told me, “Dalsur are treasured pets. Just be a good girl and you’ll be cared for as long as you live.” And maybe if my chest had been flatter, or I had been a hermaphrodite, or my face hadn’t been so attractive, I would’ve been a simple toy for a simple family. But instead I had been sold to a man who had nothing to do but piss, fuck, and gamble.
It wasn’t me! I burst into tears. It wasn’t my fault, I had been good, entrapped in this life I had been dealt a bad hand. The worst hand. But I had been good. And still I had been abandoned twice, three times. I was free and unowned, the nightmare of any dalsur, never mind a limbless one, unable to care for herself or make her own way through the world.
After all this, I just cried and cried, trapped inside.
But at some point the sun crept up past the edge of the high-rises, exposing the alley, and shining on my black bag. And it began to heat up. Getting parched, I had to think, I was lying in some alleyway in downtown Ondora, limbless, bound in a leather sex-harness inside an overheating duffel without toes to pull a zipper, without a voice to call out to the nearest street. I heard cars, the incessant honking of the inner city, but not much more. I didn’t want to be found like this. It was too suggestive, anyone could take me again, use me and then who knows? I shuddered at the thought.
I looked at the rays of light coming through the coarse nylon, illuminating the zipper from the inside. Maybe. I tried with my teeth, my nose, anything. I was beginning to suffocate, to overheat, I needed air, pulling the tabless side of the pulley down slowly, my hips flexing reflexively as I imagined how easy this would’ve been with my feet.
Finally I saw light, I nuzzled my nose harder, pushing the zipper down tooth by tooth, exposing most of my dusky face, my matted, shaggy, silver hair to the sun. The sun! Arced deep into the afternoon cutting right down the alley. I hadn’t felt it’s warmth for more than a year, and my eyes hurt from the light, blinded, but what didn’t hurt these days? In my one good eye, I saw the raw backsides of two buildings, a dumpster, a rain barrel, trash, condoms, and a pile of flattened cardboard I was currently dumped on; it must have been someone’s filthy, piss-soaked bed… mine for now.
And then I heard footsteps I hadn’t noticed while struggling, while the bag rustled against my pointy ears. Multiple pairs of footsteps getting closer. I tried to hide, pulling my face back inside the sweltering bag, but in doing so they noticed the bag moving.
“Hey man, what’s that?” A young man’s voice slurred as the clinking of a bottle echoed down the alley.
“Fuck if I know, someone’s mutt probably had a litter, it’s not our problem. Ojask’s is right down here and happy hour is almost over.” This one was older, gruffer.
I held my breath, stilled my body, but it was no use, only a second later my bag was pulled open simply and easily by two dirty hands, and I looked up in fright at a shocked face covered in paint and drywall dust, these guys were construction workers or something, and from his breath in my face they were half-buzzed already.
“Whoa, is that… is that a dalsur? It’s so tiny.” The younger asked, before a bigger, bearded guy peeked over, both of their eyes wide, hungry.
“Great demonic shit, I think so. What are you doing back here?” the other asked, but I couldn’t answer due to the plastic shockbox strapped to my throat.
“Hmmm, you know I heard these elf-girls will fuck anytime, like do anything you say, they dont even wear clothes.” I began to grow more uncomfortable as the sun passed over the sliver of alley, casting it in shade again.
“Yeah the client for this job is from Waoi, they get off on that slave shit, they say he has one for each home across Assiah.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“But look, this one’s all fucked up, it doesn’t even have legs, it can’t do much of anything. And look at its eye! No wonder it was thrown out, dark elf trash.”
I couldn’t take this, I tried to wriggle, to turn over, to get away. Nothing happened. The zipper continued open and the young one lifted me up high off the ground, holding onto the leather harness I still wore, Yusso’s parting gift.I called out, only to feel a severe bite at my neck again from the electrical contacts. This was my worst nightmare.
“Oh fuck, dude, no pussy.” the older one said, eyes on my crotch in disgust.
“Yeah you’re right, not worth taking home, I’m not into that free-love, Freyan shit.” The younger one said, and for a moment there I thought it might turn out okay.
I looked at the two dirty men through tears now, pleading silently, mouthing, “Please just put me back…”
“But I mean, we can make do, all that’s left of it is a couple holes anyways. Let’s say we have a good time… then put it out of its misery.” the younger one stated simply, and my heart sank, bottomed out, eyes bawling in silent protestations, which just looked like useless squirming. Of course he easily held me just by the handle between my shoulders, walked me over like a piece of luggage and plopped my body face-down on the plastic lid of the rain barrel, cold on my flat chest as they bickered.
“You dont wanna—”
“I’m not an idiot, I saw her teeth, I’m using the back, then you can have a go.”
“Now boy, I’m not into sloppy seconds, I’ve got seniority!”
“Fuck that! I found it.”
“We wouldn’t even be crossing this alley if I wasn’t your key into this pub— Hey who the fuck are you? It’s our’s!”
I looked behind on my blurry side and saw a big man, a shadow, coming closer, oh fuck! This was it, I was going to die by either their hands, or this monster, probably a terrifying transformee whose bed I had been plopped on. I heard two hard hits and a lot of grunts and yelling behind me, while I squirmed and moved inconsequentially, trying… well I don’t know what I was trying, it was a flight reflex, but after a couple attempts at moving I felt the weak plastic lid buckle under me and I was submerged in ice cold water.
I tried not to gasp, and as I felt my nethers fall past the waterline, trying to reach out with my missing legs to pull myself out, I realized this was it, I was totally submerged and not coming back up for air, I was going to die here. I felt the half-lung of breath in me slowly toxify as my blood became useless, depleted. And just as I exhaled, ready for the cruel water to enter my lungs, I felt a hand on my harness pull me up roughly, only to see the face of… JAK!
“Ysrii! Are you okay?” he asked, holding my cold, wet, naked body close to his burly chest in a warm, life-giving embrace.
I couldn’t believe it was really him! “Jak, I… I… I thought you were dead! I thought Yusso ‘dealt with’ you!”
“Oh he tried, but he hired me for a reason, I managed his men easily.” I thought about this, how unhappy Yusso had been as he held me in his lap the next night following Jak’s disposal, and I looked over his shoulder at the two men on the ground who had moments ago been trying to use me— no, to rape me, I was a free dalsur now, I never wanted to be ‘used’ like that again. They were still alive but bloodied and unconscious. He had done just enough, and we started to walk away, out of the alley.
I pressed my cheek into Jak’s shoulder and looked up at him, tears of joy cascading as my silver hair dripped into his shirt, “How did you even find me?”
He looked pensive then said curtly, “Alyal…” and it all made sense. She hadn’t abandoned me. “I received a note saying she had convinced him to get rid of you, that you weren’t meant for her kind of life, and a list of her guesses where Aian and the others would dump you. We’re right behind another dalsur club in the Red Light, easy enough to pawn it off as their responsibility, their mistake if you were found by the police. I’m just…” Jak’s voice broke a bit, and I remembered how soft he was inside of that imposing shell, before I craned my neck over to kiss him on the cheek.
“You found me just in time, her plan worked. I’m okay.”
He stopped next to a car, his car, people walking by, staring at the muscled man holding a tiny limbless dalsur in his arms, dripping, naked; but he didn’t care, he looked right at me, right in my eyes. “Are you okay, though?”
I thought about what had just happened, how close I had just come to my end, the abuse I had faced over the past year and a half, even longer without even knowing it, but I also felt Jak’s caring hold around me, met his worried gaze, and said,
“I will be.”