What is your name?

He makes a noise like he had been stuck with a question for days and just now found the answer to his question. He takes his finger out of me and then sucks it into his mouth, separating those sweet russet lips and swirling his wet liquid-coated finger into his mouth.

I stay still and silent, completely taken aback by what he is doing.

My voice wasn't coming out of my mouth due to fear. Flames spark down near my spine as I watch and he looked straight into my eyes, smirking badly and greedily sucking my nectar off of his finger like it was some sort of fine wine.

He is the most disgusting person I have met in my entire life... It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

He took his finger out of his mouth and rested his hand next to my head. 

"Virgin," he whispers before laughing deeply. 

" Say Something in your beautiful voice "

I was scared to say what I want to be thinking what if he kills me out of anger still I said because living like this is worst than death.

" Please don't do this to me, " I said with a stumbling way.

He steps away from me, still laughing. He throws a pile of furs in my direction, taking a sip of his wine glass. 

"Dress yourself, I will not warm my bed tonight."

He sits back down in his chair. My heart pounds faster and faster.

 This was my reality. Here I was in a barbarian castle, sitting indecently in the corner of a barbarian's room in a torn red dress as his whore.

I can't do this.

I won't do this.

No matter if he kills me or lets me live I will not do this.

I don't remember when I blacked out due to weakness.

The next morning I woke up in a comfortable, warm bed. I don't remember how I got here or how I got changed into the animal skin bedclothes. I open my eyes and look around. I'm still in his room. Did he take advantage of me during the night? I wait for the painful ache between my legs to come,

This is what my friend told me when I met her after her marriage, That it was painful and for days she was unable to walk properly but it was pleasurable too.

but it doesn't hurt.

So he didn't rape me.

I'm relieved.

As I throw the Bear skin covers off of my body, I notice how scantily dressed I am. The cloth doesn't do much to hide my breasts or shield my legs. I understand that it's hot where we are, but to dress like this is a complete disgrace to me. 

I have never worn a dress ao revealing even when I sleep alone at night.

If my father ever saw me like this, he'd surely roll in his grave. A loud knock on the door causes me to jump. He enters the room, wearing nothing but bearskin pants and a deerskin breechcloth. He wears bones around his neck and has feathers weaved into his braid. On his face, he had red patterns and black lines as if someone had painted on him.

I look down at his hands to see what he carries in his hand. It's a dress made out of sheer gold material. He looks at me expectantly, holding out the dress. I slide slowly out of the bed and hesitantly take it into my hands. He turns away as soon as it's in my hands and sits down in his chair.

Am I going to change in front of him? I walk back into the corner of the room and slowly slip off my top. He throws a glance in my direction while drinking his wine, his black eyes roaming

over my pale skin.

 I squeak in disapproval; he chuckles and turns back toward his wine.

"You!!! insecure," he croons in his smooth bass. "I am not a stranger to any woman's body."

My eyes widen and I can feel my cheeks flush. How shameless he is for saying such disgraceful words. As soon as my top is off, I slip on the dress. It's beautiful but revealing. Two strips of gold material cover my breasts and the sheer skirt does not do much to hide my legs. If it weren't for the gold undergarment, he would have had me walking around half-naked.

He looks at me when I'm finished. "First meal starts soon," he grunts. His beautiful eyes roam up and down my body. I cross my arms over my chest and he chuckles again.

"Beautiful"

I look at him, blushing. I do not even know this man's name, and yet he wishes me to bed him.

 "What do you call yourself?" I asked

He sips his wine, his eyes darting from hers to the wall every so often. "Is not your place to be askin' 'dat."

I feel as if I've been punched right in my gut. Back inBellechester, I was treated with such respect. Men would come around, throwing their names at me so I'd remember them and maybe want to court them. But now, here, I felt like the dirt on the sole of someone's feet, a burden.

I put my hands on my hips and frown at him. "You sit here, expecting me to be your whore, and you don't even have the common decency to tell me your name?" I hiss. "That's just grand."

His eyebrows rise at my comment, his black eyes flickering with anger "You test me," he says. "Three Horses was right. Strong woman, you are."

He stands up from where he was seated in his big Bearskinchair. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long, golden chain. It is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever seen. He slips it over my head and then pushes a lock

of my chestnut hair out of my eyes.

 "A gift?" I ask.

He nods and the corner of his mouth tugs up slightly.

"So Tiger Claw. This Is A gift from Dances With Wolves."

My mouth falls open slightly. I remember the story that Cassandra told me in the harem, about the barbarian king,

Dances With Wolves and his raging temper. I am almost afraid to lift my eyes to his, but I do anyway. He is here, he is tangible, and he is standing right in front of me.

"Your name," I whisper. "Is…it Dances With Wolves?"

" Of course not " He saidBut to everyone it is So same for you "

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Are You…you're the barbarian king?"

"Yes," he begins, picking up his goblet of wine and sipping the red liquid, all the while keeping his eyes on me. "I am the king."

Looking into his eyes I whisper " I want to know your Real Name "

" So daring huh? But if you wish to know, you may call me Cesar Chavez. "

I blink. 

" Cesar Chavez? That's a commoner's name."

He shrugs his shoulders. "We are all given commoner'snames at birth, as well as our barbaric names, as your kind would call it."

" So is Three Horses and Drink of Waterfall also a Given Name? " I speak more openly as If we know each other well.

" For instance, Three Horses' commoner's name

is Daniel, and Drinks of Waterfall has Tristan? The barbaric names are what we prefer to be called, because 'de name describes us. Tristan's father was a heavy drinker, so when he was born he was given 'de pure name of Drinks Of Waterfall, to rid 'is the family name of drinkin'. And Daniel was sold by 'is father as a child for three horses, thus 'de nameThree Horses came about."

My mouth drops open. "I had no idea."

Cesar Chavez sighs and sets his goblet down on the cherry wood table. "But," he begins. "If you call me my common name in public, or anyone else, there will be consequences."

He turns on his heel to leave. "Wait!" I call. "I'm Elizabella, not Tiger Claw."

Cesar doesn't look amused. "We must leave."

I fold my arms tighter over my chest to hide them and follow him down the long, dark hallways until I can hear the sound of chatter

and clinking of plates in the dining hall. I watch as Cesar steps into the dining hall first.

The room goes silent. He opens his arms and smiles, and the cheering starts up again. He takes his place at the end of the table, and the food is instantly passed to him. I peer into the bright dining hall from the dark corridor I'm in.

Some of the harem girls were sitting on their man's laps and feeding them sensually, but I don't see Michelle, Cassandra, or Evalyn.

I step into the light slightly. Men can see me now, and somehow try to call me over to them. Cesar turns around slowly, glancing at me. "Eat," he says to me, nodding his head towards the seat near his. It was empty.

I walk around the table slowly, trying my best to hide my embarrassment as the men holler at me rudely.

My hands are still on my chest covering the exposed skin, But I can't deny the fact that I am very hungry. Suddenly, a man takes my seat. I give him an angry look before glancing back at Cesar. 

He does not pay attention. One of the harem's

girl is sitting in his lap and feeding him. I do not know this man, Who sits in my place. He suddenly pulls me onto his lap, gesturing for me to eat while smirking. I do not squeal, for this must be the custom of a barbarian. 

I saw the china plate, which looked a lot like my mother's stolen plates, I picked it up and add some fried potatoes with sausages. I pick up the fork and stab at one of the potatoes.

The man's lap is uncomfortable and he shifts every so often, But what disgusted me most was his fingers groping at my thighs. I try not to mind it. 

"Feed me," he says. 

I shiver as I lift one of the sausages links up to

his lips shakily. He takes a bite off the end, locking eyes with me and growling in approval.

I'm disgusted. I turn away and eat the rest of my potatoes.

"Again," he tells me. 

I ignore him, eating my food. He has hands, and he can feed himself if he wishes to.

The man becomes irritated Suddenly, he grabs me and spreads my legs apart, inserting his finger into my wetness without warning or reason.

 I screamed, standing up instantly. I backhanded him as hard as I could. The room falls silent as the man curses

" Fuck You Bloody Whore " and spits out a bit of

blood from his lip. I can't believe that I just back headed and hits a barbarian across the face. He looks up at me with hatred and jumps at me, grabbing me by the neck and beginning to choke me.

His hand tightens its grip on my neck, I gasp for air that is nonexistent as his fingers tighten, my eyes becoming wide, my cheeks flushing bright red. No one says anything."How dare you disrespect me in my own house, you kariya!" he booms, his fingers going tighter on my neck making me out of breath if that was even possible. He lifts me off the ground. I look at Cesar waiting for him to say something with tears and a terrified look. But he says nothing, looking away into the corner while making a fist...This is my end, I thought But He drops me, and I collapse to the ground.r, waiting for him to say something with tears and a terrified look. But he says nothing, looking away into the corner while making a fist...This is my end, I thought But He drops me, and I collapse to the ground.