49th of Spring, 511 AV. Whereabouts unknown. You will be A backhand across the face. The taste of blood welling up within her mouth. Where was she? What had happened? Why did her entire body ache? The girl would attempt to struggle, but would find that her wrists and ankles were bound. She was tied to a wooden chair, rendered helpless by the ropes wrapped around her. For a moment, she would struggle. A fist smashed into her mouth, an angry cry echoing out. "Stupid bitch!" Pain exploded through her skull, a tooth snapped, and her head arched back. A hand grabbed her by the hair, yanked her back, and once again the fist was planted solidly in her face. Another explosion of pain, and once again, the taste of blood. It was dribbling over her tongue, and gushing out of her mouth. There was a lot of it. Then there was nothing but darkness. ----- "Aello. I will always watch over you. I always have." ----- She snapped awake, hours later. A bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, drenching her and waking her. The taste of blood was still alive in her lips, and a new sensation had been added to all the pain. Freezing cold. Her clothes were torn to shreds, sharply cut by some kind of blade, small and bloodied cuts marking her pale skin. Where was she? Why was she here? What was the last thing she could remember? Walking down some street in Ravok, softly whistling with Yune... and... and... there had been some kind of sound to the left, and then... A hand grabbed her hair, and forced her to look straight up. She was in darkness. Water dripped from above, a slow and steady drip, periodically landing on her nose. It trickled down her neck, over nearly-bare breasts, over a bruised stomach. Had she been struck in the stomach? Her face was swollen as well. How badly was she beaten? Was anything broken? Who was holding her? It was too dark to tell, and her head hurt too badly to come up with anything. There was nothing logical about this. Any normal attacker would have simply robbed her, raped her, or murdered her. But this, this was different. "Why do they want you? What do they want me to do? They demanded you, now that you are here, they won't tell me what to fucking do!" Her hair was yanked back, and the chair rocked. Within the next second, she was flung forward, unable to stop her face from free-falling toward the floor. Her skull struck cold stone, and she was once again cast into darkness. ----- "I am still watching. I am still here. Trust me. Be strong. I love you." ----- She awoke, sitting in the chair once more, beaten, bloodied, soaked to the bone, trembling and cold. Everything was gone from her body but her torn clothes and her dagger, which always managed to make it's way back. In front of her sat a presence, one that she would barely be able to make out in the dark room. "Tell me about the voices. Who are they? Why do they want you? What am I supposed to do?" The voice was desperate and pained. There was a hint of madness to it. Throughout it all, throughout the throbbing pain, the fear, the cold, and the questioning... a single clear sentence would still be ringing in her head. "I love you." "Tell me how to make them stop. Or I will break you, just like they broke me." |