Prey Upon The Soul

[Kamon's OOC]

Port Nadir

Leos has been many places in his life, but never one so filthy as the stopping off point for numerous criminals and general scumbags. He made a point of not being seen in such places because of his business, and because he wanted to keep above that sort of lifestyle. However, his brother, Athelus, had stumbled upon someone that interested him. Someone with suitable skills to fit a role that he needed filled. Of course he hadn't known that at first. Only through his surveillance protocol he'd secretly installed in BB-22 had he discovered the girls existence, and only after digging into her history did he come across the information that had made him desirous of meeting her.

As it was, when he strolled through the busy port, he was not to be seen. Here were the kinds of scumbags that would take a shot at him, especially with the recent bounty placed on him and his company. No doubt someone would do something foolish. Taking such a risk would have zero reward. Besides, she might run if she learned that he was there. If she even felt his presence before he was ready to do so then it would throw everything off. No, he wasn't about to take unnecessary risks, aside from leaving his Guard back on the Eidolon.

Given her past, he figured he'd check into the shockboxing matches. One was scheduled to start soon. Even if she wasn't participating it was likely that she'd be in the crowd of spectators. By this point her defeat of their champion would not cause such a ruckus. If anything, people would be apt to bet on her. Yes, she was the kind of person that he needed. Others were making their way to the ring to spectate or participate. Leos mingled among them, completely invisible to them thanks to his illusions, and minimizing his presence at the same time, so as not to spook the girl. Not yet.

No, he'd wait for the opportune time to strike. Like Paa'lee, he would hunt his prey.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Nadir. Again.

She was quite tiring of this smugglers paradise, but her escape from the clutches of the Ashborn had warranted a swift retreat and this was as good a place as any. Sure there were other shadow ports, plenty of them, but Point Nadir spoke to her in a way the others didn't. Even if she despised it.

It had been some time since she'd defeated the champion, most had quieted their anger. Most. There were still a few who wanted her head, but they never quite were able to corner her. And they definitely didn't have the balls enough to meet her in the arena. So her reign went on, with the occasional fight to maintain the title.

These days she even accepted the rewards, who knew if or when the Ashborn would come for her. As it stood she had very little, that would need to change.

Today though wasn't a day for fighting. There were a couple of up and comers who had come to Nadir to test themselves, and Mae was intrigued. She sat among the crowd, blending as well as any could, and watched the currently empty arena. A Trandoshan, and a Kage. Those were the targets of her intrigue.

Crossing her arms, she did little more than wait. Wait and listen to the endless ramblings of a crowd that wanted naught save blood.

Savages.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Savages indeed.

Savages made the best targets. They were so primal in nature that their minds were quite simple by comparison to the deep thinkers. Even the way they were wired was different. It left them open to things that other people might not be open to. In this instance, Leos had a slight itch. The itch wasn't a bad itch, not the kind that you had to scratch incessantly, if awkwardly, in public. No it was the kind of itch that bespoke something wishing to be done. In this case, breaking the minds of all those present. Even the girl. Yes, he saw her blending into the crowd. He'd stared at her images for long hours, burning her existence into his mind to make it easier for him to target her, and easy for him to do what came after.

In an instant he suddenly appeared in full splendor, armored as though he were going to battle. In some respects he was.

His sudden appearance startled several of the people around him, but most ignored him, too engrossed in the battle. It would only last a short time as he reached deep into the dark recesses of the Force, drawing heavily upon it. Now she would feel him. Undoubtedly she would feel the massive amount of the Force he was drawing from his surroundings. She might even try to react to it, but even if she did it would be too late for her to do anything. It was too late for all of them to do anything.

The Force flew out of him and into the minds of every living being in the room. No Toydarians or Epicanthix were present. No Lorrdians either. Fortunate. The tendrils of the Force would ingratiate themselves with the minds of all, and draw their deepest fears to like with such volition, that they would all not only see it, but they'd feel it as if it were happening to them right there. Insanity would be wrought upon their minds. It didn't take long for the screams of terror to fill the hall. Those fighting became absolute wrecks, unable to lift a finger. It was the most potent form of a mind trick that could ever be leveled upon anyone, and yes, he even leveled it upon the girl.

The girl he stood watching; waiting to see what she would do.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Ever alert.

Maelasi had been trained throughout her youth to act with just a moments notice. Down below the fight had begun, but her attention was far from the ring. Something in the air had shifted, and her lips pulled back in a very minute snarl. Another forcie. Darksider, not unlike those she had once served. And her defenses shot up in a heartbeat.

One hand reached simply to her belt, where a curved hilt awaited. Her mind closed in on itself, and the techniques she had been taught kicked in. A mental fortress of winding mazes and empty abysses stacked atop one another. Almost impenetrable.

And then she saw it, the source of her suspicions. A figure that popped into the crowd. Some noticed, most did not. Maelasi kept her eyes upon him, her senses stretching further to ensure he was the only one.

He was.

She arched back for a moment, discomfort writ on her expression, as something poked and prodded and pressed painfully against her mental barricade. She sucked in a breath, blocking out the bittersweet screams of those around her, and somehow found herself on her feet with saber in hand.

True nobody on Nadir knew her true self. Nobody had ever seen the saber. But right now nobody was sane enough to see it, either. And while they were the scum of the earth, in many ways they had become people she associated herself with.

The pain subsided as the barriers held. She rolled her shoulders, circled her neck, and exhaled. Then the saber ignited.

He was staring her way. No care in the world for anyone else, but eyes piercing through her soul. Was he one of the Ashborns?

Had he caught up with her so soon?

Launching herself into the air with a sudden blast of energy, Maelasi performed a very swift and escalated backflip out of the bleachers and onto the barricades which surrounded the Shockboxing arena. Another jump had her land on the other side of the fence, and for a moment her eyes caught his gaze through the chainlink.

With any luck she could outrun him. After all, her forte lay within the physical realm. She had been bred and honed towards physical perfection, a soldier above all else. And she would not be caught like a rat in some cage.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

And yet, she was the rat in the cage.

He enjoyed her mental defenses. It was nice to see that her knowledge extended beyond the physical and into the realm of the mental. That was good. It made her all the more valuable to him. But she wasn't facing a novice of the Force. Perhaps not the best in direct combat, but no novice. He'd watched her arc through the air, aiming away from him, seeking to place distance between the two of them, as if a fence could hold back the might of the Force. It was no barricade of ysalamiri or void stone. Such things did not exist within the confines of Port Nadir as far as he had felt. No, there was no safe quarter for her as long as she remained within. His reach was too large.

Such as it was, while the others writhed in agony, or literally beat their heads against the wall until they split open, he reached out and another version of himself would suddenly exit a door near to her, facing her. A Force apparition. Not a mere illusion, this copy of him could inflict true, physical damage, and receive it in turn. Though it would do no harm to him for it to receive damage, which was all the more beneficial. He had enjoyed using this technique against Harrison on Mirial. It had frustrated the man so to not be able to defeat his true opponent. He, like the girl, had been more of a physical combatant than anything else, and that had ultimately been his downfall.

The apparition, while she was turned away, would moved towards her, seeking to barrel her over. As it did so, the real Leos began to move slowly through the crowd, making his way towards the fence as well. His saber remained tethered to his hip, not yet drawn. Should it be needed, it would be there, at the ready for him to unleash it upon her, and overpower her with the darkness within the blade itself.

"You can't outrun fate, Maelasi Eramar. You already belong to me."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Mae turned from the fence, only to find the stranger from the crowd already stood before her. Confusion caused her to falter, not even the speed granted by the Force could've gotten him there in the blink of an eye. She took one small step back, before her senses went into overload. There was someone behind her, too, another Forcie, and glancing over her shoulder she saw the self same man.

What was this madness?

Another snarl escaped her, and she brought her saber around in a guard to fend off the closest of the two. Backing up just enough to get both into her sights, she looked between them, breathing somewhat erratic.

"I don't belong to anyone!"

Not anymore. She had, once. But the Empire was long since gone, replaced by countless others who had likewise fallen. She had been a survivor lost among the rubble, a mercenary now instead of a soldier. And that suited her just fine.

"Stay back."

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"No."

His response was utterly simple. How could she, a fledgling, tell a Lord to stay back and assume that he would listen. Certainly she had skill within the Force, but she was not strong enough to defeat him. Not yet. When he was through with her she might be, but not with what he aimed to do to her. Oh no, she wasn't going to like it one bit. Or maybe she would. The girl had seemed to thrive when she was made to serve in the past. Certainly she could be made to do so once again. Perhaps she would enjoy his treatment of her. Slightly sadistic of him, but he couldn't help but grin within his helmet. The plans he'd made were exquisite.

In an instant, sabers rose into hands, as he, the real one, vaulted over the fence and proceeded to continue cornering her. The orange blade activated, Vexxtal crystal the currently active one. The apparitions saber was not as powerful, and could not leave the lasting effects that the one he held could, but it was still present enough that it could intercept her blade. One apparition he could manage in direct combat that he intended to participate in. If he was not participating, he could have overwhelmed her with copies to the point that she wouldn't be able to discern what to do no matter how hard she tried. But alas, he had not brought his sphere with him to unleash that sort of torment upon her.

He brought the blade up, pointed towards her, the copy keeping his in a defensive set. Both moved forward, intending to force her into combat with them. No doubt she would try to leap over him and run, but he was prepared for that inevitability, one hand remaining free just in case she tried it.

"Submit now, or suffer the consequences."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Internally she was torn. She was born to serve, that was her primary duty. Serve those deserving of it, or those whose payroll she was on. Commands weren't something she easily ignored. Yet at the same time she had no clue who this man was, and she did not like the feeling of being bullied into a corner. Nor did she particularly enjoy the fact that he had come into what was effectively her domain and messed with the heads of its inhabitants.

The snarl was gone, though. Her mind was very much empty, the anger had dissipated leaving room for calculated decisions.

One included taking another step back from the duo. She had to contend with an offensive and a defensive opponent. The odds had been stacked far worse against her in the past, that wasn't what phased her. No, it was the mans certainty, his tone of voice, the way he demanded compliance.

She held her saber in the reverse, eyes darting between the pair. Was it worth the fight? Then again this was her freedom at the end of the day. The last two Sith who had tried to force her into their fold hadn't followed through with their 'promises'. She could not abide a weak leader.

"I'll never submit to the likes of you."

The respectful, duty bound soldier in her cringed. But what could she do?

She didn't leap into an assault, she didn't flee, she stood her ground the way she had when the Trandoshan had come lumbering her way. Biding her time, watching. Waiting.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"So be it."

She'd made her choice and now she was going to have to live with it. In the end it mattered little to him because she was going to have to deal with it no matter what. In an instant he struck at her. She might have been ready, she might not. As a Mirialan, his agility was already enhanced. With the Force it was only greater so, and his movements were with utterly blinding precision as he moved towards her and flicked his blade not at her chest, but at the hand holding her saber. He wasn't out to kill her, but he was out to disarm her. Even if that meant literally disarming her. Such things could be rectified later.

The copy moved only slightly, stepping in alongside with the intent of defending him should she find a means to retaliate. All she was doing was delaying the inevitable to be truthful. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she fought, she would be his.

And no, he wasn't going to say anything further until he had her within his grasp. That was going to require that he do something to hurt her, he knew. Ultimately he was going to have to harm her in such a way that she would not survive unless he did something about it. That's what it was going to take to prove to her that he owned her. And then he would truly show her how he owned her, when he made it so that she was his in such a way that it could never be broken. All in due time.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

He was fast.

Faster than she had anticipated, truth be told. She wasn't familiar with his kind, and even though she knew he had the Force to aid his advancement there had to be more to it than that.

The Force could only do so much.

She brought her downcast blade around in an arc to block the sun djem, staggering back ever so slightly. There was definitely power behind the assault, and for the first time in a long time Mae knew she had bit off more than she could chew. This wasn't like a shockboxing match. She was fighting someone far stronger than herself. Augmented, as she was... Only the Force swirled far more dangerously around him.

No doubt she was foolish right now. He had to have been like Adekos, high ranking. He would pummel her, of that she was certain.

Yet her gaze steeled all the same, and she pushed with all her might to try and shove him from her. Distance was key.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Distance would be her downfall.

She pushed him away and he smiled within the helmet. Though she'd been successful in gaining distance, it would do nothing for her. Safety was an illusion. Her struggle was an illusion. She had lost the battle the moment he had engaged her, and she was just choosing not to accept that. That was her right, but it was only going to cause her more pain in the end. Her mind had proven difficult to break into, but his efforts before hadn't exactly been the most concentrated. Now, when they were alone, he was free to focus the entirety of his mental faculties upon her if he wished to do so, and he very much wished to do so.

The copy of him disappeared. That might lead to some confusion on her part, but it wouldn't last. She would soon feel a rush of mental energy assaulting her mind as he attempted to wrap her in the grand illusion of nothingness. He was going to take her to his favorite place: the infinite darkness. The infinite darkness where she had nothing. Illusion could make one feel anything, especially with his level of illusion control. Here, assuming she wasn't strong enough to break it, she would find herself defenseless. She would feel no saber within her hand, even though in reality it was there. She would have no clothing upon her body, even though she really did. She would have nothing.

There was just the infinite darkness and him. Standing with his saber ignited, staring at her from behind the visor of his helm.

She could run, but she would never escape.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

Taught to protect herself though she may have been, Mae was still a student. She could only bear the brunt of so much before her defenses came crumbling down around her, leaving her exposed. Which is precisely what happened when her pursuers attentions turned directly to her. Completely to her. To her mind.

Had he continued his assault, she would have been able to fend him off. Even if she never landed a hit on him, she was good with avoidance. Had his saber touched her skin she had ways to lessen the pain and turn it to her advantage.

But her mind wasn't strong. Aside from the little parlour trick she had been taught to dissuade people from entering it, there was no real backbone to her defenses.

No, she crumpled unceremoniously. Completely.

Her whole world became one of darkness, broken only by the visage of the stranger before her. All of her belongings had vanished, bearing her to the world. Leaving her without any way of defending herself. Of hiding herself.

She was exposed in every single way, mentally, physically, even in many regards emotionally. This fiend had access to her mind, after all.

Trying to remain strong, yet finding a slight tremor to her stance - and her lip - all the same, Mae did her best to avoid the knowledge that she wasn't clothed. She would not let him humiliate her on top of everything else.

She lifted her chin, stared him dead in the eye. No physical fight left, but that didn't mean she'd bend the knee.

"Just exactly who are you, fiend?"

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"Your master."

She wouldn't get further answers until she was well and truthfully his, and that would happen shortly. Here they were alone, and though she stood in defiance of him, he took a moment to examine her figure. Well crafted, she was. A specimen of physical beauty and strength. He'd already been aware of that fact, but seeing it so displayed only made it more real. She would make a fine addition to his people once she accepted it. She would accept it, of course. She had little choice in the matter. Normally this sort of thing was outside his bounds of action. He could simply have asked her to join. But after researching her, he'd known that she wouldn't. She would only serve the strong, and he wanted her to serve him.

Here, in the world of illusion, distance was meaningless. Especially given that, in reality, he'd walked right up to her and gently deactivated the saber she didn't realize was still in her hand because the illusion told her it wasn't. Now, in the illusion, he moved suddenly until he was directly before her, giving her the impression that he'd suddenly teleported rather than simply walked up to her. His saber, its orange hue, remained within his hand as he stared into her eyes. She could pretend to be strong all she liked, but it wouldn't last.

His saber, both in the illusion and in reality moved, and pierced her stomach, all the way through and out her back. He angled it so he would miss any vital organs, as he didn't want to kill her, but he knew the pain would be immense. Add in the fact that the vexxtal crystal was currently active and it would be immeasurably worse. The wound would be seeded with a corrupting darkside aura, causing her very soul anguish and grief. The wound was both physical and mental at the same time, and it would be enough to make it so she couldn't physically fight him anymore. As he'd said, she was already his, she just hadn't accepted it.

"This pain is only a taste of what you will feel, Maelasi. Submit to me or feel pain eternal."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

There was no warning of the ensuing attack. One moment he was an ocean away from her, a figure on the edge of the abyss, the next he was right there in her face. She didn't even have time to notice that he, unlike her, still held his lightsaber.

And so it was that when the blade seared through her flesh she could not immediately stop it. Had she seen it coming, the process would have been simple. Empowering, even.

But not this time.

Agony, of the most purest form, swept over her. She cried out audibly, her knees threatening to buckle, and it was only when the blade was already through her gut than she began resisting its effects.

Far too late, of course. She felt no boon from the action, every ounce of energy she gained went back into fending it off, and the additional pain caused by the oddity which lay within the saber sapped her far more than any blade had right to.

It was surprising that she could remain on her feet. Yet she knew that if she were to topple she would perish. Even Tutaminis could only stop a blade so much... She would be split in two, right up the chest.

So she held on, her eyes watering. No blood, the wound was already cauterized, yet that didn't stop her from coughing up just a little anyway. She didn't even try to wipe it away, to hide it.

Every ounce of energy was spent keeping herself upright.

It was that or death.

Her eyes spoke volumes more than she could, begging for reprieve. Mentally she was already on her knees, even if she failed to show it in person.

He had won.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

There it was. The look in her eyes he'd been wanting, waiting for. She had given in.

The saber deactivated, and he caught her in his arms to keep her from falling. She was trying so desperately hard to use her strength to keep herself from getting cut in two. That was good for him as it meant she didn't have the strength to fight back. She was sapping it to save herself. The illusion would fade around them, and she'd find herself once again within Port Nadir, held by her armored assailant, his lightsaber no longer active, but aimed right at her with thumb at the ready should she try anything stupid in her sorry state. She would know the consequences of her actions. If he left her as she was, she'd never heal. The darkside aura that now tainted her being would eat her away.

He laid her upon the ground and reached for her hand to remove her saber. She would not get it back for a while yet. Not until he'd finished with her, which he had not. One wound was sufficient to break her for the time being, but it was not sufficient to control her for all time. That was something he couldn't do while in the confines of this place. He had to get her back to his ship, where he could work on her without outside interference. As it was, the people whose minds he'd destroyed earlier could very well be coming back with friends to try and take him on. That would be unfortunate.

"Now you see that you've belonged to me since I came here. You were only prolonging the inevitable, and it will only become worse for you."

Fingers jammed themselves into the hole in her stomach, and he used this to lift her to her feet, intending to illicit a cry from her. If she passed out from the pain it would be all the easier for him, but if she didn't, then he'd make her wish she had. Every ounce of her was going to be broken. Every fiber of her being was going to belong to him when he was done with her. Every bit of flesh. Her entire body would be his to do with as he pleased. Either she would enjoy service to him, or she wouldn't. He cared little. She would serve regardless of how she felt.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

The darkness around them faded, though still remained on the very edge of her vision as her strength waned, and she found herself back within Nadir. Clothed. Saber in hand. But devoid of the will to use it. She trembled under the strain, even when he settled her down against the floor and grappled with her for her lightsaber.

Part of her wanted to cling on, the rest gave it freely.

A lightsaber wasn't worth fighting over when you were facing a greater battle with your life.

Her eyes began to close even before he thought of his sadistic ways to scold her. To break her. She barely heard his words, though she understood the meaning behind them, and by the time his hand went toward her gaping wound the creeping darkness which had lingered on the edge of her vision closed in on her entirely.

With one small, breathless scream her body turned limp. Even one honed for battle, in peak physical perfection, could not withstand so much trauma. The shock alone would have been enough to kill most.

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

The scream was both delightful and disheartening for him at the same time. He'd never come to understand why it was that he both delighted in causing pain and detested it.

Either way, it left her devoid of the will to struggle against him. He hoisted her upon his shoulder, and proceeded to start carrying her back to his ship. To facilitate them moving without him having to drop her to deal with a problem, he wrapped them in an illusion of non-existance, and weaved his way through Port Nadir with caution to where he walked. He avoided, as best he could, bumping into anyone in an effort to keep people from knowing he was even there. It was tough to do, but at the same time it wasn't. Either way, he weaved his way among the scum and made his way to where the Eidolon, his old corvette, was parked, carrying her inside and reappearing so Captain Tarz of the Vermilion Guard would know he was there.

"Lock it up, Captain. Go to the bridge and get us under way. Take us to the Fulcrum site."

"Yes, sir."

He carried the girl through the ship to his bedchamber where he lay her upon the bed before stripping her of her clothing and securing her to the posts with bindings. All four limbs, one of which was metallic, would be secured in such a way that no matter how she struggled she would be unable to escape him. He removed his armor then, settling for more practical clothing before he sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand over the wound in her abdomen. Again, a lesser Sith would have been playing with her at this point, but Leos preferred a willing subject rather than an unconscious one. Such an act would be deplorable.

Energy seeped from his hand into her wound, drawing out the essence of the darkside that was corrupting her skin tissue and her very existence. He absorbed it into himself, which he knew would be detrimental to his life span, but was warranted under the situation. Her wound began to mend, but he ultimately applied bacta patches on both sides as it would take too much from him to heal her entirely. Then he sat and let her sleep until she awoke herself. All the while he watched her, waiting for her to awake.

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

She did not wake for quite some time.

It was funny how the body dealt with trauma. Shutting itself down to protect the more vital organs. It knew that sleep could help with the healing process, and so there was no rush from her internal clock to wake up. Not even when the strange sensations began to take over, as the healing was aided with the Force, and the corruptive wound removed.

In fact, it was not a pain factor at all that woke her. Nor hunger, or dehydration. It was a very simple feeling that spread through her, a chill of sorts. Her body shivered, the first signs of life in what easily could have been days... Who knew.

Well, Ignus would know of course.

All at once she awoke, jolted... Though pain shot through her as she tried to jerk away from whatever surface she found herself against. Her muscles burned under the strain, the right having made a significant popping sound as though it had come away from the joint.

She grit her teeth against the cry which threatened to escape her, and instead exhaled a long shuddery breath.

What the hell was going on?

[member="Ignus"]

 

[Kamon's OOC]

"Dislocated shoulder. You should learn to wake without alerting people."

He sat in the chair still, though now a book was resting in his hands. A curious book about the planetology, she might note if she could read it since it wasn't written in Basic but ancient Sith. He looked at her from behind orange eyes, a face reminiscent of that of his brother Athelus, the Mirialan that she'd met at Port Nadir before. In fact it was because of his older brother that he'd found out about the girl, but she didn't need to know that. It would only make things more difficult if she started to hate his brother. Athelus hadn't actually done anything wrong, after all. His droid had just seen someone that had piqued his curiosity.

Fingers closed the book and he set it on the nightstand before rising and stepping over to her. Reaching down, he grabbed her shoulder and popped it back into place. It would hurt to do it, but once it was done it would feel better. He'd stand over her after, looking down at her.

"It was a bit surprising, really, what I found out about you when I started digging. You are a curious woman. Likable, really, when you get past the hostility."

He walked around to the other side of the bed and poured a glass of water from a pitcher before he sat down on the bed beside her and held the glass near enough that if she lifted her head, he could give her a drink. No doubt she was thirsty after sleeping for as long as she had, and her body could use the liquid replenishment. He'd been mean in breaking her, and he would be mean to her again, but that didn't mean he was cruel. Far from it. He wanted her to serve him, certainly, and she wouldn't have respected him unless he forced her to do so. That much was more than evident in what he'd seen from her.

"Drink. It's just water."

[member="Maelasi Eramar"]

 

[Lief]

A voice tore at her attention.

Glancing through the darkened room, she strained to make out the figure of a man, Mirialan no less, sat with book in hand. As though he had just finished lunch and was making time for a light read. She could just about make out the symbols, though they did not come to anything interesting. Something to do with planets.

How odd that he could just sit there so casually, while a few feet away she was tied.

She tugged at the chains which held her in place, and for a moment she felt as though she were back in the cell onboard the Judgement, with the burning behemoth taking up what little room there was.

Claustrophobia swirled within her, and for a moment the walls - which were decidedly nowhere near her - seemed to shrink.

Trapped, like an animal. Cages she could handle, but being incapable of moving her limbs was something all together more torturous.

Another tug, the chains rattling noisily under her frustrations. Her rising panic.

"Let me go" she choked, forgetting all of her military training in the haze. She wasn't completely out of her torpor yet, a thick fog clung to her mind that only made her fears worsen.

She didn't try to drink, she didn't bother to respond, she just continued to use up her strength on the chains. Trapped animal indeed.

[member="Ignus"]