Sisterhood of the Godly Service was the sign that was burried by post into the ground near the darkened convent. The lettering on the sign was elequant and detailed - great effort had gone into it to make sure all that passed by felt it, and felt comfortable. The Convent building was small and old, having stood up against time. The paint was fresh having been done a few weeks ago. The grass was freshly cut, the fruit trees pruned back and the garden was weeded on a daily basis.

He knew that because he'd been watching them for weeks. His landing was solid on the ground. No noise came from him as auburn eyes peered up towards the rain drenched building. He could hear the water run off coming down the building's drains. The bell tower partly concealed what dim moon light was available. He moved towards the front door, his arms folded behind him as he moved. He approached the door, one hand unfolding from behind him and resting on the door.

Dark auburn eyes, their lashes dripping water slowly closed. His hand rested flat against the door. His breathing slowed slightly as his senses reached out to tell him who was here, and who wasn't. He smiled lightly, more than to himself than anyone else. He moved to the side of the building after releasing the door and hid within the shadow of one of the larger trees.

Only a few more minutes until things are perfect.

The wind has picked up as he sat waiting outside the convent. The leaves of the tree weren't protecting him as much anymore from the rain that started falling in greater abundance. The storm front had begun making its way towards them. A roll of thunder could be heard off in the distance causing him to open his eyes. He narrowed his gaze slightly as he looked up towards the other windows of the convent. He wasn't sure which room was elle's, but it wouldn't really matter.

When making an omlette, you have to break a few eggs.

The perfect time was approaching. He could practically taste the essence of the innocent. The screams were so pure, so delightful. He could see her lips form that smile that caused even the darkest parts of him to cheer and howl with the prospect of what kind of scream would be produced. He had remarked that she was a compassionate girl, easy to provide help to others that she felt were less fortunate.

Something that would be used to break her.

After watching her for a few days he decided some close observation needed to be done. He was not above going undercover to get close to those that he could use later on. He had purchased a tan brown tunic and black pants. They had to be retailered to fit him better for what he was doing. lani had done a remarkable job in short time. Though he suspected the girl to have memorized his stats because she only had to measure one limb, and even that that was just under his right arm.

Careful preperation had been the key to so many operations, and this was no different. While she was working on clothing, he worked out maps and plans on the holographic table in his office, his lab and in the Inn. He watched her long enough to know her routines and paces.

The market would be the best place to initiate contact. Verifying the weather, he knew it to be a bit chilly which would allow him to "blend in". The day came, and the apointed time arrived. He was in the market, with several bags in his hands as he stumbled his way through the crowd. Auburn eyes locked on the girl and with a slight push of the Force, he and his bags went sailing in front of the girl and her friends as they were getting ready to walk past.

The contents of the shopping scattered from the bag as so many animals escaping their holding cell. The girls gasped, several of them chasing after his food items while Elle reached down, grasping his shoulder gently trying to help him back up. "I am so sorry, sir!" She explained. The words were so divine, he resisted the urge to allow the darkness to consume her right there.

"That is alright, my fault! Tripped over my own feet!" He chuckled, offering his most gentle smile as he tried to push himself from the ground. She and the others giggled as they came to all aid him. There were four in total: All beautiful, delicate flowers. Similarly dressed, they all smelt of summer. But it was Elle's voice that motivated the slaver today.

"Let us buy you a drink, it will help you avoid stumbling over you own feet!" Angels weep when she speaks - they must! Demons howl in their lust for the touch of such an innocent tone.

"I could not, I must get these things back to my teacher! He is expecting me!" I forced the breath to come from my lungs as rushed as it could. He made contact with each girl's eyes, lingering more than he should with Elle. She knew no malevalence, did not see the world except for the good that it contained.

"Then let us help get you there!" One of the girls offered. Everyone else, including Elle nodded enthusiastically as they picked up the bags from the ground or his arm and hung on him.

"Where is it that you are going again?" Elle inquired as she wrapped her arm around his. The "Chill" in the air pierced her clothing, rushing up across her skin. The surprised squeel from the girl almost causes him to lose his concentration completely and take the girl in broad daylight. "Wow, a cold gust of wind!"

The chill wanted so much more to play with the girl, but obeyed the greater darkness and returned to its "natural state". They began to walk and talk as he directed them towards a store. The girl spoke with him so easily. When she rested her hand on his and felt the chill, she giggled more. "We should get you mitts!"

"No, no no!" He laughed back! "That would just clash with my sense of fashion!" And he quickly struck a model's pose. "We cannot have that!"

The girls all laughed and giggled. Arriving at the store, he took the bags from them. "Would...would you mind if we maybe met and had lunch one day?" He asked Elle.

She giggled and blushed, while the rest of her friends pushed her on. "Oh, alright. I'm in the market at noon. If you find me, I'll let you buy me lunch." Without another word, the girls all turned and ran off.

He stepped farther into the store, the bags dropped roughly on the ground and two girls in black dresses scattered to collect them quickly.

She was falling in love with him. It was quite obvious by the third day they were out, that she risked being out all day away from the protection of the convent. She had told him that her friends were covering for her as usual. He sensed they were getting jealous - either that they had to keep doing it, or that she had found him in the first place.

In reality, it did not matter. They would all be his in one form or another. In total, he had been exposed to about 20 girls or so thorughout the convent, friends of hers. Room mates or classmates. They were close enough, it did not matter. There were at least 7 "sisters", instructors of the convent. They varied in age from mid-30s to late-50's. There was only the basic in security at the convent - simple locks and bars.

By all means, he could have smashed through the doors, ripped the convent apart and taken the girls the first night. But this was beyond just a randem takedown. No, these girls would be broken, corrupted and tainted. To do that, he will learn about them, gain their trust and then betray them.

He will use their weaknesses against them. A week had passed, and she was starting to take greater risks - longer time out, greater distances from the convent. She would follow him around like a little lost puppy trying to find someone to care for it. He remarked one day to himself in thought that she was falling for him without the use of his standard tools, the black ribbon he had left intentionally out of the plan, and to spice the girl would damage a great work of art.

As she ran off to return to the convent, he folded his arms and watched her. The plan was working out better than expected. He managed to get a few pictures taken of the girls, they were candid and simple. The images were distributed to some of the clients he knew that could respect such a delicious treat.

It was a few days before now that she told him that she loved him. The words were sweet and pure - fresh honey taken from the hive and poured in his ears. The girl was honest and sincere in her statement to him, he pulled her close and gently caressed her hair, the dark chill of his flesh soaking into her was something she had gotten used to the sensation. He smiled a dark smile while her angelic features were burried in his chest.

It was later that night he began to plan and outline what needed to be done to take the convent quickly and easily. Tools and equipment were ordered off world and put on rush from the Circle's facilities as well as his own storage units. The Black Circle Storm Commandos were activated and transported planet side.

He stepped up to the convent once more, the rain coming down in torrents now, the storm reached its peak over the location. No more waiting, soon the girl and her friends would bow blissfully to him.

The door remained open, the light from the office flooding out into the hallway. The sister had a strange smirk on her face as she fell to the floor gracefully, shivering. There was a gentle moan that came from her lips, her eyes closing as pleasure pointedly washed over her. The black uniformed figure stepped out of the office and into the hall. His arms folding behind him as he stood in front doorway. He looked towards the stairs that were leading up the back side of the hall. The turned a bit, with a landing in the middle. He began to walk up the stairs, his boots leaving not much of a sound as he moved.

He moved quietly up the stairs, only their creaking gave away his position. The smell of the rain penetrated the convent, mixing with the smells of the girls and the cleaning the facility had gotten the day before. It was a warped sort of purfume that invaded his senses. He stood at the first floor, looking down the hall. Judging by the spacing between the doors, it appeared as if there were at least four beds in each of the rooms down the hall. 4 doors were on each side, a simple but old brass handle protecting the door from opening. There was a rush of blood through his body as the chilled whispers called to him. Closing his eyes, he pictured the girls asleep so sound and safe in their rooms.

Pulling out a small silver box from a pocket on his utility belt, he examined it a moment and then moved quietly towards the second door, leaving the first alone for the moment. He placed the box carefully over the keyhole - Wrapping the presant box so the contents don't escape, as it were. This was repeated seven more times. As he reached the first door he looked up, thinking that perhaps the second story should be investigated. Another box produced and placed over the keyhole. He folded his arms and began walking up the stairs slowly, keeping an eye on the upward horizon. The third floor had rooms, but larger rooms. This was where the sisters slept!

He smirked as he pulled out the same similar boxes. Before he placed it over the lock, he read the room marquee. Once he found the "head sister" he did not place a box over the lock, but placed his hand over the handle of the door. He twisted it gently at first, finding it locked. He smirked for a moment, turning it again causing it to snap inside, breaking the lock easily enough. He pushed open the door and moved in with little other sound. He closed the door behind him finding a simple lamp on the dresser. Taking the lamp, he moved to the desk chair and swung it around to face the bed. This time, he made just enough noise to cause the occupant to shoot up inquring in the darkness "Who's there?"

The lamp slowly came up, illuminating a small part of the room. The black figure sitting in her office chair though caused her blood to rush. "Who are you? How did you get in here" This is a private..." She couldn't finish her excited questions, finding it difficult to breath. One hand reached up, rubbing her neck to find the thing preventing her from breathing.

His voice was quiet as he spoke, but there was a chill, a cold that seemed to be carried by the words. "You will listen, and you will obey, or I will slaughter everyone here and force you to watch the whole thing." There was no sympathy, no hypocrasy in his words - only a dangerous and deadly truth. The elder woman withdrew her hand from her throat as her air was returned to her body. She nodded quickly, her voice asking with tears forming in her eyes.

She asked quickly, quietly. "What do you want from us" We are a convent of humble worsh..."

"You will be silent now, my dear lady, until I tell you otherwise." The chill in the air swiftly moved over her. "You need only tell me that you understand."

She nodded, forcing out the words through her sobs. "I-I understand."

"Good. Now, you are going to tell me everything you know about all the girls here. If I am satisfied, you may live long enough to watch them fall to me." In the distance, the lightning cracked and the thunder rolled.

He listened for a few minutes as the screaming and shocks continued. Every door was tried at least once, some twice (perhaps with the off chance that the charge would be depleted). He folded his arms behind him as he listened carefully to the symphony of tones and terrors. He could not yet identify elle's but that didn't mean that it wasn't there. Tears began to come, some screaming to be released. One room only sobs could be heard through the door. He walked down one end of the hall and turned on his heal and walked back to the other. Letting the moment sink in to each girl's mind.

There would be a lost one, perhaps two in order to make his point that tonight anything resembling their own life was over. Service to the community, to their "god" was complete. They would owe their existence to him. That got him to smirk a little more before he reached the end of the hall. He moved towards the first door on the right hand side, nearest the stairs. No place better to start, frankly. He pressed the button on the box a top the lock and waited but a second before he took hold of the doorknob and opened the door.

Inside, three girls in nightgowns were cowering on the floor at the end of one of the beds. Each one smelled of roses. Two dirty blonds and a brunette. They were petite, but in their late teens. A review of their genes would be in order, but not right now. "You will stand." The chilled voice commanded. The darkness in the air swirled around them playing with their delicate forms. As they stood slowly, holding to each other for support he was able to take a better look at them. One of the blonds had shorter hair, while one had it to her back. The brunette was a shoulder length hair with it braided to the side. He closed the door behind him, and then sat down on the edge of one of the beds. "Now, my dears. Tell me your names."

They shivered in fear, but the names of each fell from their delicious lips. Melanie, the shorter blond with her hair cut short. She was probably the youngest of the three, perhaps the sister of the other blond, Jenna. The brunette was Gloria, a little more developed but not beyond the age of 20 local years at least. Jenna seemed to be a little more raw as she finally found her voice, other than squeaking her name out. "Who are you? What do you want with us?"

He smirked, standing up and folding his arms behind him once more. "My name is Travanix. What I want with you is simple: I want you - your minds, bodies and souls." As he spoke, he moved towards them, reaching out to jenna and caressing her cheek gently with the unnatural chill in his flesh. She shivered and stepped away from the touch of the dark man. "Your life as you know it is over. You will be taken from here, either willingly or otherwise and trained as slaves."

As he spoke, they held back their tears, their cries. The older blond pushed her sister behind her a bit. "You can't do that to us!" The brunette shouted at him through her tears and terror.

He tilted his head to the side slightly as a smirk formed. "Really' I do believe you are mistaken. Not only can I do what I said I am going to do, I do it very. However, the last choice you have in this is how it will be done." He pulled out a collar and a black ribbon from opposite pockets. "You can choose to leave willingly, or as a slave. I caution you, however, whichever of you does not choose one of these options, will die."

They lowered their heads and cried harder. They could not believe the choices before them, or that someone could be so cruel as to force an issue like this. "I do not have all night, and have seven other bedrooms to visit tonight. So..." he paused looking at each one. "What will you choose?" Each hand offered out to them, with the third option hanging in the air.

In each room, for the next six rooms, the scene played out the same, only the actors and the screams were different. Some tried to bargain their way out, others pleaded. He thought it interesting that in the third room when he offered the choices to the girls that two of the girls instantly took the offered options. Perhaps the screams and crying of the first two rooms was enough to motivate them. The girls with ribbons were gathering downstairs, the leashes in hand to hold the girls in collars. There was noises and crying still from the girls in collars who had yet to accept their fates, trying to get the others to remove their ribbons.

It really was too late for them; the black ribbon girls knew their place.

One girl snapped her leash from the hand of her handler and ran out of the house screaming. It was doubtful if she heard the shot of the blaster rifle bolt before it cut a hole through the center of her head. This caused the other collared girls to cry and sob more, trying even harder to get their sisters to hide them, release them. The falling rain beat against the entrance way.

He pressed the button on the seventh room, releasing the charge for a moment before taking the handle and stepping through. The door was barely open a centimeter before it hit him " her scent, the smell, the delicious fragrance of innocent that he had memorized over the last few weeks. He stepped through, closing the door sharply, causing a startled scream to come from the crying girls. She was in the middle between a blond elf girl and another blond human girl. So delicious, he thought as he sat down on the edge of the bed, lacing his fingers in his lap.

"Good evening, girls. I trust that I have come at a good time." He changed his voice just enough that elle would recognize it.

"How did you get in here" What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to get passed her tears. He reached into his belt and pulled out a small light. Flipping it on, he flashed his face. He could sense the happiness in elle's voice and actions as she charged him immediately, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "It's you! I'm so glad you came!" She set back a bit to get a better look at him, trying to find the secret to how he made it to see her.

He caressed her cheek gently, the dark chill in his unnatural flesh surged through her. "Calm yourself my dear." He smirked. "I came here to get you, of course. I assure you that you will be safe." He moved his fingers up and moved some stray stands of hair that had loitered in her face." As he spoke, however, she slowly backed away.

"You..you aren't here to save us, are you?"" She questioned, the tears slowly building up in her eyes.

"No, my pet." Is all he said before he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Fear not, my dear, I am still the same man you love." A collar was pulled from a thigh pocket. "It is because of your love of me that I now save you from this dreadful life." The collar was snapped around the girl's throat with a click before she finally fought herself free from his grasp, only to land on the floor with a thump. Her nightgown ruffled and showing the protected treasure just below the hem. He stood up, grasping her by the collar and lifting her up. "However, all gifts come at a price. And yours is no different. He pointed to the two cowering girls in the corner. "I need you to pick the girl that will join you." She shook her head as the tears were flowing so easily now. Not just of the thought, but of the betrayal!

"I can't! They are my sisters, my friends! Can't you just let them go free?" She looked towards him. "I'll come with you, if you let them go free!"

"A tempting offer, but you are already coming with me, my pet. You need to choose which one will come with us." He turned her head to face towards the girls. She shivered as his once gentle touch she yearned for was forcing her to look towards her terrified friends. "Which one shall it be, my pet?"

"I will come with you willingly if you would just let them both go!" She was still trying to barter as she looked her friends in the eye.

"If you do not choose, I will simply kill both of them." There was a dangerous sort of edge to the voice that she dreamed about. "Y-you don't mean that!" She whispered harshly to him from the side of her mouth.

"Oh, but I do, my lovely elle. Neither of these means anything to me, but they mean the world to you, and you get to decide which one will discover the truth about life, with the other will find a new freedom." He forced her to look into his auburn eyes. "The choice is yours, my lovely pet."

"No! You can't make me choose!" She fought herself free, but only with the reward of pain as he released her roughly.

"Very well." He said simply, turning to the girls, his arms folded behind him, the tunic tightening around his torso. It wasn't long, and the two girls began to gasp, reaching for their throats to pull away the invisible force that was slowly crushing their throats.

"What are you doing" Let them go! They won't hurt you!" elle quickly stood up, pulling at his shoulder to get him to stop. "Please, I'm begging you!"

"You will do better at it in time, my lovely." The gasping was growing steadily worse. "Since you are not capable of choosing, I have chosen for you, both of them will die."

Elle screamed out, cried out at him to get him to stop as both hands were around each throat, trying to force air to exchange in and out of their lungs. Their faces contorting in pain and agony, that they can't express without that precious air.

The girl with the ribbon walked casually down the hall towards the stairs, throwing off her nightgown. It landed softly on the hardwood floor of the passage. The black uniformed figure followed behind, dragging out the girl in the collar. She fought hard against his hand as it was wrapped around the collar. She tried to keep up, her own eyes watching as her sister threw her clothing away. A dark smirk formed on his lips as she hit his hand. She couldn't cry anymore, there were no more tears to be had.

As they stepped down the stairs, the girls on leashes were huddled together as the girls with ribbons had removed their clothing, dropping them in various places as they reached the bottom of the stairs. The dead girl's body was untouched, not moved from its place just outside the door; the rain still pouring on the body with little concern over whom she was, or could have become.

He pulled out a leash from his pocket and attached it to elle's collar under her verbal protest. "Now girls, understand that your lives as you knew them is over. Your only purpose from this moment forward is to obey. If you do, you will find it to be rewarding to serve me. Fail me or betray me, and you will wish that death had taken you from me." He looked each girl that was on the floor in the eye as he spoke, his auburn eyes leaving a cold trail down their spine.

They huddled tightly together, only elle was excluded from the group. As he finished speaking, the office of the Mother Superior opened up, out stepping Sister Gray in her robe. The girls began to quietly hope for something as they saw the elder sister come out. "Goodness! What is all this!" The sister exclaimed loudly, a hand rising to rest over her heart, a look of fear and trepidation splashed across her face.

The black uniformed figure smirked slightly, folding one arm behind him. "What does it look like, Sister Gray?"

The sister looked over the girls, nude and displaying ribbons, the others were crouching on the floor, a huddled mass of fear and hysteria. There was a long pause from the sister, where her looks did not change, and she seemed to take a step back, perhaps she could run and get help! The silence from the room was astounding and terrifying all at once. The sister finally looked up to him, "Is this all that you want then" You are three girls short."

There was a collective gasp from the girls that still had their minds unaltered as they stared up at the sister. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. "The three in question unfortunately did not survive the nerve gas I introduced into their room," stated the black uniformed man. "This is all that I need." He paused a moment as he took a step forward towards the sister. "The price we agreed to will reflect the changes in my purchases, yes?"

"Of course, my Lord!" She smiled at him, gratefully. "I will be sure to update the invoice and send it over for your payment in the morning. And what of the other sisters on the third floor?"

He smirked again, as he watched the girls on leashes. "They are still there, I'm afraid. You may do with them as you wish. I understand there is a mining camp not too far outside of town. They can be used as slave labor"or simply just used." She nodded gleefully, then back over the girls.

"Girls I hope that you have enjoyed your stay here, you have done very well, and I know that His Lordship will find you all very satisfying," Sister Gray smiled then looked back to Travanix. "Is there anything else you need, My Lord?"

He shook his head, feeling the dread, betrayal and sense of complete loss from the girls. "No, Sister Gray, you have performed exactly what I needed. Please attend to the second piece of business I asked for. I look forward to doing business with you again." He turned, as he began to lead the girls out, they began to sob again once more.

The sobs were like music as the carts were pulled by the nearly nude girls. Their faces were a mess of dirt kicked up from their walk and crying so hard. The carts would jerk to stops as the one girl would suddenly stop from stepping on something sharp or uncomfortable. There were giggles from the girls in the back of each cart, either exploring themselves, the others or getting a thrill from the bumps in the cart's path. Lithe and inexperienced but excited fingertips trailed down and along the arms of the dark master.

He simply enjoyed the ride, his senses focused in on the wave of despair, betrayal, fear and outrage steaming off of elle as she headed up not only his cart, but the small caravan. The path that was being taken was to keep them out of sight from anyone who would possibly raise concern or otherwise interrupt what would be a very good business transaction. The sun was nearly over the mountains as they pulled to a shop just outside of town. The building was simple on the outside, brown with few windows and those that it had were tinted or blocked out completely.

"Stop here, girls." He said as he slipped out from his lounge chair ride. The girls he left were disappointed but continued cooing. The commander of the trooper unit deployed his men out to create a perimeter and check for security issues. Travanix folded one of his arms behind him and banged on the door twice paused, then one more with the other. The door was answered a moment later by a young man dressed in a business suit.

"Lord Travanix, everything has been prepared as you have directed. We have everything set up." He looked around the shoulder of the slaver. "Are..they the girls?" His first comment was full of bravado and security, but the look of the girls chained and ribboned alike caused his throat to close a moment while his mind processed everything.

"They are. Before I release them, I want to inspect the facility." There was no friendship or kindness in his voice as Travanix spoke. "If I am not satisfied, no one else will be either. " Without an invite, the dark form took three steps in, disappearing into the shadows of the room, followed quickly by the young man. The inspection took only a few minutes, however additional instructions to the occupants of the facility took a few minutes longer than needed. They weren't slavers, they weren't even dominants. They were businessmen, plain and simple. But since he had entered their life, nothing had been simple.

"I will be by in a few days to make sure that things progress in the right order. By the time the girls are ready, everything else should be ready. I believe that I have made that clear." The young man and the other associates nodded and agreed that they understood. "Excellent. I warn you a last time, if I discover any form of betrayal on your part or the part of the owners, I will come after each and every one of you. I will gut you, break you like twigs and then feed your entrails to the beasts in the wild but not before I force you to witness the breaking and destruction of your family, friends and mild acquaintances. " He did not wait for an acknowledgement of his statement before he turned and walked out of the building. "Girls, come here!" The ribboned girls giggled while quickly sliding their forms from the carts and rushing to face him. "Girls, I have something special for you, you will all stay here for a while, to get some special training I have set up for you. You will be here with these men," there were some groans of disappointment from them. "But I will be by to visit often. Be good and obey them as you would obey me."

The girls all nodded and followed instructions to go into the building, while the sisters attached to the carts watched in complete disbelief and horror. The door finally closed with a heavy clank, and a lock slid into place. The dark auburn eyes turned form the door to the girls attached to the carts, looking each one in the eyes. "Now'shall we head home?" He chuckled as he climbed into the lounge cart once more. The troopers retreated back to the carts as they began pulling away from the house.

He didn't yell - he didn't need to. As the carts came to a stop - several miles later - in front of the dark tower that seemed to expand into the sky to dominate even it, the girls were released from their harness and gathered up by the commandos.

He had removed himself from the cart with his lounger in it, he folded his arms behind him. He could smell their terror roll from them in waves. He spoke with a subtle and violent edge to his voice. The girls were dry when it came to their tears - there was nothing left to produce.

"Each of you will suffer in ways you never thought existed. You will break, your spirit will fail you. However, since you are so familiar with service you will be broken in entirely new and different ways than my traditional methods."

He smirked as he approached the group of girls and looked at one of them dead in the eye. "No matter how much you fight me, or think you will be freed - there is no hope, there is no escape. Your mind, body and soul will belong to me." He looked carefully at the other girls, his words slowly sinking in. "Each of you will be assigned to a chore." He said brightly as he circled the girls slowly. "Depending on how your performance of that chore will depend on how you will be treated."

He stopped for a moment, looking up into the sky as a few clouds were rolling by. "For example, if you perform well, with little fight or arguement and simply work as you are told, you will be given food and water, perhaps even a decent place to sleep." He looked at one of the girls again. "You may even be used." He moved one hand from behind him, raising up a single finger and caressing another girl, she was standing next to elle, but elle though for sure the words echoed in her mind. "Betray me, or fail me, and you will have wished death would take you."

He released the girl's flesh from his touch as he stepped back folding his arms behind him. "Your only choice from this day forward is how you will live. Will it be in loyalty to me, or will be as my latest target practice?" He smirked a dark smirk that made elle cringe deep inside. As he finished speaking, the doors opened to the tower, revealing a large hall with a marble floor and columns reaching beyond their current view.

"Welcome home, girls. Let us begin your new lives." He gestured with one hand to motion them in.