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CHAPTER 6: Forgiven and Forgotten?

Konniechora circled Duke's body like a wild animal, relaying a telepathic message to Tammitara.
"Little sister, there is no-one to protect you and nowhere else to run. If you surrender yourself, then you and your human pet need not die painfully." Konniechora turned to Meegon. "Prove your usefulness to me and kill the human girl."

Tammitara ran through the entrance.
"Wait! Please, don't kill her! Don't kill me, Konniechora, I'm your sister! And besides, there is someone to see you!" She panted breathlessly.

Meegon quickly drew her broadsword and made to attack Tammitara but the older woman grabbed Meegon's sword, stopping the assassin before turning around with a flick of her ponytail, her thin lips curled into a sneer.
"Oh? Is that so? Which human would be so pathetically stupid to approach me?"

A familiar figure, one that both Usagi sisters had not seen for years, appeared behind Tammitara.
"Your father."

Konniechora did a double take and almost dropped her staff in surprise. "Impossible!" she spat. "You're meant to be DEAD!"

Tomydra folded his muscular arms, drew himself up to his fullest height and locked eyes with his eldest daughter, no emotion reflected in his face.

"Konniechora, I realized what I did was wrong. I never should've exiled you. I never should have ignored the bullying, and I should have put a stop to it as soon as I found out," He explained, studying her with his calm emerald eyes. Konniechora, for the first time in her life, was left stunned by her father's apology; angrily, placing her free hand on her hip, she turned her back to him.

"I shall never forgive," she replied coldly. She and Tammitara failed to notice several reptilian figures creeping up behind them holding syringes before fainting as they both felt sharp jabs in their backs.

When Konniechora woke up, she felt weird, like she had been anesthetized. But her eyes came into focus; she was home, the royal castle of the Usagis. Was this a trick? No. Her vision focused, Konniechora was indeed home, but not alone. Several reptilian-like creatures with muddy green skin, high ears perched upon their lizard-like heads, and slimy, greasy once-white hair were staring at the elfin woman with their yellow-orange eyes. Goblins, she thought. Konniechora tried to get up, but as she did, chains rattled. She was handcuffed.
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"The king wants his pleasure; bring the slave up to the throne room." The lead goblin looked less like his peers. His features were Elfin, but his thigh-length hair and skin shared the coloration of the other goblins. It was he who spoke. Following his orders, the goblins pulled Konniechora up by her leash (she hissed in pain) and roughly dragged her up the stairs.

As they passed the ornate, dusty mirror that hung outside the throne room, Konniechora caught a glimpse of herself. Rather than wearing her usual dark grey dress and heels, she was wearing what looked like a silk and gold bra and panties, but the panties were covered with ankle-length silk instead. Konniechora's eyes glowed as she tried using her magic to break free of her bonds, to the half-Elf's delight.

"That won't work." He chuckled. Leading her along.

Around her neck was a collar of gold with an iron chain leash, which was currently in a goblin's hands. Her long knee length violet hair was pulled back in a braid rather than her usual ponytail. They reached the door and she cried out in pain as the elf-like goblin unlocked her handcuffs and pushed her to the hard stone floor.

"Wait who are you? Why are you half Elf?" Konniechora asked.

"You be a good slave now," he cackled, completely ignoring her question, before handing her leash to a stocky goblin, who was bigger and smellier than the others, perched on her father's throne. He smirked and pulled Konniechora towards himself so she was nearly upon his lap. As he pulled her closer to him, Konniechora caught the vile stench of him: he smelled like sewage and body odor. Not wanting to be any closer to this vile being, Konniechora attempted to flee from him after the other elf-goblin as he left the room, but was stopped by the leash, which he kept a tight hold of and pulled back, preventing her from escaping his foul presence.

"You and your sister, Princess, will learn to respect me," he told her in Eticohuan. He spoke with a soft voice, hissing his s’s like a snake. "You are my pleasure slave." He chuckled and he licked her stomach with his long snake-like tongue. "You taste like chicken."

"Idiot, you will die for mistreating Princess Konniechora Hera Usagi, for I am far superior to you! I'll kill you for this!" She screamed back in the same language.

The Goblin King laughed menacingly. "I'd like to see you try, slave, for you are less than bacteria!" With that he roughly pushed her to the floor so her face was level with his feet, his thick yellow toenails inches from her eyes.

Konniechora fought back tears of pain as she got up on to her bare feet to address the king.
"What have you done with my sister? Where are my daughter and my father?" She demanded, but the Goblin King pushed her back down onto the floor.

"You shall speak only when spoken to!" He snarled at her. "Your sister is currently being detained and, as for your daughter, she is of no particular interest of us. Your father, the one you spoke to was the work of my lieutenant, Ee'ka Zeus Usagi. Your half-brother. Now you are here to entertain me, so entertain me!"

Konniechora gave him a blank stare.

"Entertain me!" He yelled, tugging on her chain, hard. She choked. Reluctantly she obeyed, after the King summoned more goblins to bring a pole. Konnie gripped the pole and started to dance around it.

Hours later, Konniechora awoke to the crying of a girl nearby. She recognized the voice; it was that of her sister, Tammitara.

"Quiet, you brat!" Konniechora hissed across the dark, dank, dusty cell. "I'm trying to sleep! And figure out a way to-" She stopped, squinting, through the gloom and dust, she could make out the shape of Tammitara, holding her left hand - there was blood gushing from it. Her little finger had been completely severed.
Konniechora smirked. "Well, well, here we are, in the same problem. What did they do to you, dear sister?" She was delighted, despite their current situation, to see Tammitara in a worse condition than she was.

"I refused to do what they told me to do and they cut my finger off!" She sobbed.
Konniechora's expression remained stone and unemotoinal.
"When, and if, we escape, I'll kill you!"

Tammitara looked up at Konniechora through tear-stained emerald eyes.
"See? Even when we are locked up, you're still mean to me, big sister, and when we were children you were not acting like a big sister. Why do you hate me so?" Tammitara asked.

"Because I am, in every conceivable way, better and superior to you. That crown should be mine!" Konniechora answered. "Before you came along, mother and father actually loved me, but you were born and that was that, I was pushed aside, ignored!"

"That's it, you're jealous! You were spoilt for the first ten years of your life, and then I came! You're still a child! You never have grown up mentally!" She told Konniechora sternly.

"Jealous? Jealous of what? You? No, don't make me laugh. I simply want my title back from you!" Konniechora bellowed.

Meanwhile, when both sisters were locked up, Meegon had taken command of the bikers. "Search! My mother and Aunt MIST BE FOUND! OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!" The young assassin commanded. The bikers looked at each other and laughed.

"Who are you to tell us what to do, girlie?" Meathook asked sinisterly. "We only followed yer mum only because she proved herself worth--" Meathook ever finished as Meegon sliced him in quarters with both her blades.

"Anyone else wish to defy my command?" She smirked. The bikers shook their heads and climbed their motorcycles, driving off in search of Konniechora and Tammitara.