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-The following is a copy of a book Hinorashi made, titled "Rivals in War". It is a historically accurate book describing Breshik-Mongolian relations at the moment.
-Shako woke, eyes sore, neck hurting, throat like sandpaper. He reached to rub his aching head, then realized he couldn't. His eyes opened wide and he looked around, trying to figure things out. He was in a dark room, tied securely to a chair by his wrists and ankles. Closing his eyes for the moment, Shako shook his head, trying to think and remember.
-"P-Please! Let me go, you're hurting me!"
-Shako struggle against the mongol behind him, desperately trying to break away from the arm locked around his neck in a firm chokehold. "Why are you doing this? What does Kovio want from me? Please, let go, I can't breathe!"
-There was no answer from as the mongol's arm tightened, making Shako gasp for air. "Please", he begged, his voice growing hoarse. "Please, I can't brea... ack.."
-"You moron! Look what you've done to him! I told you to be careful! I told you to take care of him! And look! Look at his neck! Look at the bruises!" "But Khan Kovio..." "Don't give me your excuses. Just get out!"
-A wet warmth across his throat broke through the darkness that engulfed Shako's mind. He managed to open his eyes, but everything was blurred. Still the gentle pleasures continue, a warm, smooth tounge brushing slowly across his throat. After a moment, it stopped, and two narrow eyes filled Shako's vision. He found himself captured as the eyes moved closer. A pair of sweet, strong lips pressure tenderly against his own, the slick tongue sliding smoothly into his mouth to explore the warm cavern. Shako whimpered, reaching up to grasp the warm entity above him, pulling himself away from the dark shroud that was rapidly closing in on him. After a few seconds, he was completely engulfed, the narrow eyes that filled him with hope faded into nothing.
-Shako looked arund as the lock clicked and the door slowly swung open. Expecting Kovio, he was stunned when two mongols came in, one of them carrying a plate of something. The first mongol walked behind him, untying his ropes. As soon as this was done, a loaf of bread and a bottle of watter were roughly shoved into his hands. Shako reluctantly ate and drank. As he finished, he was all but dragged to another door and shoved through a tiny, dingy bathroom. Although the door was closed behind him, there were no windows, thus no way to escape. When he'd finished his business, he went back through the door, allowing the mongols to tie him to the chair once again. The next day was the same, as was the day after that.
-This went on for a week until, as the door opened, Shako looked up and gasped as he saw Kovio entering. Before he could speak, the Khan laned over him, untying him and gently rubbing his wrists. He tugged Shako into his lap, pulling the tray of food closer. Shako's eyes widened as he saw a bowl of mushroom stew. Kovio picked a spoon up, filling it with stew and pressing it to Shako's lips. Too bewildered to resist, Shako allowed Kovio to feed him, moaning softly as the stew's warmth spread throughout his body. The empty bowl was pushed aside as Kovio lifted a bucket of milk, urging Shako to drink. The captive Kaiser accepted, drinking the cool liquid and smiling shyly up at Kovio. With the meal finished, Kovio lifted Shako to his feet, leading him to another door that the Kaiser has missed.
-He pushed the door open and Shako gasped as he saw a beautiful bathroom. Kovio ushered him inside, turning on the taps to the bath, then turning and putting a big towel on the furnace to warm. Then he knelt and began to strip Shako. The Kaiser blushed, trying half-heartedly to resist. Kovio tugged Shako's armor off, then simply lifted the Kaiser and lowered him into the bath. He picked up a washcloth and begun to scrub the Kaiser's entire body. Shako squirmed, blushing furiously as the cloth slid between his legs, rubbing firmly. He began to stroke up and down, squeezing slightly. It was a mere moment before Shako came, releasing into Kovio's hand with a strangled cry. Kovio rinsed his hand off, using the towel to clean Shako up.