<<Disclaimer: Although not described in detail, violent and unwilling acts toward a woman are stated in this post.>>
~*~ Senica crouched on the mat that covered this small section of the marble floor of her 8 x 8 cell. She had no idea if the door was even locked, but she was certain that whatever waited in the hall would bring her pain. But this new room would suit just fine for now. She was a huddled ball of skin, her arms were coiled around her bare legs and her chin was tucked in, her face hidden behind her knees. Her body ached with a soreness she'd never known. Without even being aware of it, she rocked gently back and forth as one might have rocked a child. Being tied to a stake in darkness for days gave Senica new appreciation to even wrap her arms about herself again. Her mind kept trying to slip into peaceful memories as a way to soothe her pain. Playing in the palace as a child. Riding horses out in the cool evening of the desert. But she forced herself to remain in the present, so she could think about things, like her captor's sadistic voice echoing in her mind. "What I want from you is no problems, at all, for you to carry out my each and every wish, and to want to do each task, to be mine in every way and sense of the word. I want to be able to take you to earth with no restraints and not have you try to run away or attempt to leave my side. I want to own you completely, mind, body and soul, and I will not settle for less." Given no chance to defend herself since she was knocked out and kidnapped, the suffering was insurmountable for the proud woman. The torturing, the raping, the liquid and food depravation, the mind exploration and manipulation. All disallowed her ability to fight back and all were carefully constructed to break her down. All were working. The Princess of Algathar was the new captive of the demonic god Cryllin. They were in the torturous realm of Stygia, the fourth, seemingly impenetrable layer of hell. And she was currently experiencing overwhelming shame, humiliation, and guilt. The emotions shook and swept through her like a fever. Perspiration beaded up along her temples and streamed down her cheeks. The tears had long since dried. Almost everything that made her a strong Algatharian woman was slowly being stripped away from her. Cryllin held the drought of her country, the demise of her father's kingdom, and the death of her people in the palm of his hand, and he dangled them before Sena like a tempting prize to be won for doing as he wished. Her actions would decide their fate. Her mind's eye could not forget the sight of her father's advisor, Muhittin, dangling there in the thick ooze of the unconscious suspension chambers. His life lay in her hands as well; Cryllin promising to set him free if she stopped resisting him. No, it was more than that, she reminded herself to face the truth. "Upon the day you submit to me completely..." If she could only pretend; there seemed little choice other than death. And although she longed for honourable end, where would that get her country? She knew better than to trust this evil creature, yet his ironically angelic features seemed so sincere. He was such a mind bender, she was even starting to believe he cared about her in his warped possessive way. She touched the ruby and black stone necklace he made her wear. Since when did a demon need agreement to possess someone, she thought distractedly. Then her mind, breaking into pieces and unable to remain focused for long, started to slip into warm childhood memories of fresh baked dough, sweet cheese, the deliciously bitter taste of tea, and the melodic sound of the delver music echoing through the chambers. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
