The Brutality Of Fate [A Tale Of Life In Mordhaus]

Chapter 3

I dressed as quickly as I could, feeling bad that I had just abandoned the singer like that. But, clumsy ass me, always making fucking mistakes. As I was halfway dressed, that is, underwear on and attempting to hop into the massive pair of black cargo shorts Nathan had given to me. In doing so, I had shifted wrong, lost my balance and just toppled right into the large marble counter, banging my fucking cracked rib cage right on the sharp fucking edge!! I screamed out in pain, and collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. I had no choice now. I shelved my pride and what was left of my dignity and screamed out in pain, "NATHAN!! HELP!!" Not even two seconds passed before the door banged opened and Nathan's massive form stood in the doorway, positively freaking out now. "I told you! To....fucking....let....me......help....you..." He trailed off, staring at me. I looked up at him, then down at myself. Oh,great, I'm in nothing but my bra and panties and the damn shorts were only half on. Great, Mistress, way to fucking go! I could feel my face burning with humliaition and pain. But, when I looked up at Nathan again, he was just staring at me, with a sort of...hungry look? Bright green eyes, glowing with acid fire. I hated to break that gorgeous glare, but I was fucking hurting here. "Um..my lord...help.." I murmured, once again holding my arms out to him. He shook his head really hard, hair flying everywhere and growled lowly, "Oh....right.....ya...sorry..." Again, I was scooped up in those massive arms and he helped me stand back up, pulling my shorts the rest of the way up. I was utterly humiliated at having to have Nathan dress me. Bu, it did feel quite nice. He coughed harshly, and grabbed his shirt off the floor. "Here....?" He rumbled softly, holding the shirt out to me, head down, hair hanging. I faltered, "Um..I hit my ribs...my lord..I..uh..can't lift my arms...very well..." I hung my head in shame. He smiled softly, which was scary enough as is, "Oh...right...uhh..I can do it..." He rumbled. He came closer to me to put my/his shirt on me.

My heart pounded in my rib cage so hard that it was actually hurting. He wordlessly came even closer to my body and with me nearly hyperventilating here, he just stared down at me. Green eyes positively snapping with a inner fire so hot that I thought I was gonna catch on fucking fire right there. He was just staring at me, then at my chest, I felt like I was gonna faint. Slowly the shirt came over my head and I was blinded for a few seconds. I felt his large hands brush against my chest and I just barely checked a faint moan at his touch. I heard him rumble low in his chest and wondered if that was a sound of pleasure, or pain or both? All too soon, it was over and I just looked up at him wordlessly. I was breathing quite heavily from both pain and significant desire. That's when I noticed that he was quite out of breath as well. We just looked at each other wordlessly. I so badly wanted to do something, anything. I had this strange urge to even just kiss him, or something. I decided to settle with a big hug for the big man for I was very grateful for his help. Then greatly daring, I stood on tiptoes and gently kissed the bottom of his chin, stepping away quickly. Scared that I had done something wrong, I turned away and ducked past his huge frozen frame. I aimed for the bed and sat down heavily, fucking freaking out at what I had just done to the singer. The most brutal singer of all time, the master of all Metal and Brutality himself and I had just acted like a fucking lovesick little girl! I was humiliated, in pain, and now extremely consumed by desire.I hung my head down in shame, lost in the midst of my own humiliation. I never saw Nathan coming until I felt a large, warm hand grasp me by the chin. I froze, letting Nathan tilt my head up to face him. What I saw in his eyes, I will never forget. They were snapping with bright green fire,like acid, snapping like radioactive flames. "Um..." I faltered for words, gulped, certain that I had angered him. "I am....sorry..my...-" My words were cut off abruptly by an improptu, sudden rough kiss. My brain seemed to shut down. I closed my eyes tight and moaned deep in my throat, feeling his warm, slightly chapped lips pressing very hard against mine. The words screaming in my head,'He's KISSING me!!!' seemed to be repeating over and over. I heard the low rumble coming deeply from Nathan's chest again and this time I knew it was for pleasure. But, the kiss ended as abruptly as it had began. He pulled back suddenly, still growling harshly, and stomped straight into the bathroom, slamming the door hard.

I shook my head very hard as it was still spinning. I was confused, kinda mad, extremely turned on, in pain and fucking humiliated. Why the hell did he just take off like that?? I managed to stand up on very shaky legs and stumble to where my boots were. I carried them back to the bed and sat down, pulling on my boots and wondering what the hell I was gonna do now. I knew I pissed him off. How? I do not know. But, he was the one that initiated the kiss. He started it. I was fucking confused. All I know is something passed between us. While I was pleased, but confused about it,I think it right pissed him off. I did not know what to do. Do I wait for him to come out or go to the door and attempt to check on him? But my musings were interrupted when I heard loud growling coming from the bathroom. I could not resist the temptation this time and walking very slowly to the door, I put my ear to it and listened.


Nathan Explosion was confused, aroused all to hell, but mostly just plain fucking confused. He thinks hard, "Why! Why the....fuck..did..I..uhh..do that!?!??" He roars out loud, stomping about the room in a rage. But no answer came to him, try as he might, so he just continued to scold himself. "Fuckin...can't...take...uhh...ad..vantage...of her....FUCK!!" For once in his life, he started to care about a chick, and it fucking bothered him!!! "FUCK...I dunno....what...to do.....I...wanna...uhh..keep her.....but....ya..." He mumbled to himself. Suddenly he was struck with a very good idea, but needed someone's opinion. Perhaps a meeting with Ofdensen was in order? Nathan shrugged his massive shoulders, "Whatever...fuck it....I'll...uhh...figure..it....out..later...ya.." With that, Nathan stretched his massive body and shook his head to clear his warped, slightly dirty thoughts, hair flying everywhere. For now, he would just keep the girl close to him until he knew more about her. She seemed cool anyway, despite being injured. "I...uhh...guess...there...will be..a way to...uhh..fix this." He rumbled to himself again. With that thought, and now cooled off, he decided to take the young girl under his protection for now.


I heard him stomping toward the door, so I limped back as quickly as I could to the bed and sat down. He emerged from the bathroom looking slightly more calm. Though, with a man like Nathan Explosion,it's hard to tell. He cleared his throat roughly, "I'm....uhh...sorry...are..you....uhh...alright..now?" I looked up at him, hearing his tirade to himself did calm me down a little as well. So I smiled softly at him and said,"Yes,my lord....just...my ribs...really fucking hurt..." He grunted and ducked behind his hair again. "Ya....we...need to like....uhh...get ya some...like...bandages...or..somethin like that." He rumbled, feeling bad that he didn't think of that in the first place. I was about to get up to fix my hair or do something to it, but Nathan cut me off, "Hey...stay...uhh..still...I told ya...I'd....uhh....fucking...fix it..." I started, my eyes wide, but I could do nothing but obey. It wouldn't do to question Nathan Explosion again. So I settled myself more comfortably on the bed and murmured softly, "Yes,my lord." He grunted to himself and turned to the dresser to grab his hairbrush and a plain black ponytail tie. As carefully as he could, Nathan settled himself behind me and attempted to somewhat unsnarl my thick mane of black hair. I was once again startled out of my wits, since when did he do hair?? Well, taking into account his own length of thick black hair, I'd say hes had more than enough experience. Still though, he was very rough, though he may voluntarily not have known that. But, damn, my scalp was still kinda tender. One hard pull had me start, involuntarily flinching in pain, "Ow! my lord...that kinda hurts.."


"Sorry..." Came a deep rumble that I felt more than heard. "But...we are...like...uhh...gonna..be...soo...fucking late.." I almost jumped up in a panic, I had forgotten that I was supposed to be in the Main Murder Hall to get my branding shit done! "Um..my lord? Just..like..put my hair in a ponytail or something...I don't wanna be late to my branding..." I felt once again that gruff chuckle come from behind me, "Don't worry...they can't...uhh...start without me...heh..ya..soo..fuckin sit...still!" He continued to brush my hair calmly. I was utterly gobsmacked, I wasn't sure what was going on now. But, I really didn't want to question Nathan. So,I settled for the more appropriate response to confusion, "Um...huh?" Again, that damn gruff chuckle from behind my back, "Heh...I...uhh...get to...ya know....brand ya...myself....yeah" My mind was utterly stunned, "Oh...I see...my lord..." I could not process any more information now. I just sat there and let him brush my hair. It really did feel good, I let out a deep shuddery sigh without realizing it and felt Nathan stiffen behind me for a second. I made the mistake of turning my head around, I caught on fire from his gaze again. It was like staring into a pool of flaming acid.

My heart was pounding a million miles a minute and I wanted him to do something, anything. He just growled low in his throat and murmured huskily,"I..didnt...uhh...think...you'd like..getting your..hair..brushed this much..." He bent lower towards my neck. I was positively freaking out by now! What the hell was he doing? OH GOD, what is he doing?!! I had about a split second warning before I was bitten roughly on the neck by sharp Nathan fangs. I tried to resist making noise...but failed, letting out a breathy whimper. Again,I heard that damn gravely chuckle behind my back, followed by a husky snarl, "Heh, NOW!....you like...getting your hair...brushed...by...uhh...me now...right?...only ME!?" He roared the last words in my ear. I was gasping quietly for breath by now, so I murmured breathlessly to him, "Yes,my lord...only by you..." He chuckled gravely again and rumbled breathlessly in my ear,"Good girl...heh...we...better get goin then...I need to grab my..uh..personal brander..." SO! He sounded a little breathless himself! What he said didn't register in my desire-ridden mind until just now. I attempted to restart my brain, I didn't want to question Nathan, but I was fucking lost. "Your...uh...what? My lord?" Meh, so much for restarting my brain. Nathan finished tying my hair in a high ponytail, not answering. I normally didn't like my hair like that, but he seemed pleased with it. I really didn't want to piss him off or something, so I let it stay like that. I could get used to it.

He somewhat gracefully got off the bed and headed to his massive closet. I saw him rummage around in there for a bit before he emerged with a long black box with green lettering on it in a foreign language. He stood in front of me and grinned down at me sadistically from behind a mass of black hair,"Each of us get our...own, ya know...personal branding irons....uhhh...just in case." He rumbled, blushing a bit."But...uhh...you're not allowed to see...what's on..it." I looked at it, eyes wide. "Um...may I ask...why...my lord?" I murmured. He chuckled roughly again, clearing his throat,"Cause it's uhh...fucking personal for..each of us in Dethklok, if...ya know...we ever wanna brand someone...of their own will and ya.. you said so.....soo ya...you get to have my personal brand....burned on ya....heh..." I processed this thought for awhile. Nathan's own personal brand, burned on me! I could get into that, I chuckled inwardly, it's almost like I'm his slave, submissive kinda thing. I could not pass on that. I raised my head up to look Nathan straight in the eyes, and said clearly, "I would be honored and proud to wear your personal brand, my lord!" He grumbled, "Heh..ya...you better be....uhh...let's get out of here then and fucking burn ya....with my metal....heh heh heh.." He chuckled as his own little joke as he lead me out of his room, holding the box under one arm and using the other to grasp me tightly by the shoulders. I shook my head, and wondered whether I was quite possibly borderline insane, "Yes,my lord." I murmured and let him lead me down to the Main Murder Hall to join the others for The Sacred Ceremony Of The Branding Of The Gear.