She exhaled when his grip faltered, the spirit of hope that had been her longest companion, fluttering to life for just a second. But then his hand was around her throat and she was slammed into the bark of a tree. The force of it caused her to lose her breath. She didn’t stop clawing at his wrist. Desperate to bring blood, just like she had that night so long ago when he captured her the first time.
Warmth flushed unbidden through her as she her wedged her between his body and the tree. She whimpered as his face pressed in against her cheek. His closeness to her making her body tremble. She thought she was ready to do this, ready to die rather than belong to him again. A tear fell from her eye and she swallowed, able to feel her throat press against his hand as she did. Thoughts started welling within her and she came to the realization that death would probably not be what happened, at least not with any quickness. She felt what he could do. The pain he could cause. He would make it last. He could make it last for thousands of years if he chose. She watched out of the corner of her eye as his nails dug into the tree.
Survive now. Escape later.
Survive now.
Escape later.
It wouldn’t be easy. It never was. Her spirit companion pushed a sense of warmth and resolution. This time would be different. The world was changed. The humans and kossith and dwarves had more power. They wouldn’t roll over and show their belly to Elgar’nan.
She breathed out, it was shaky, and she didn’t hide her fear. Didn’t hide her upset. It wouldn’t serve her in her capitulation.
The words tasted like bile on her tongue. Her stomach churned and she had to fight every fiber of her true desire, which was to attempt to claw his eyes out with her bare hands. She pulled her hands back, holding them up in surrender. Her face matched her words. Her body matched her words. But in her eyes, as always, a fire continued to burn.
Warmth flushed unbidden through her as she her wedged her between his body and the tree. She whimpered as his face pressed in against her cheek. His closeness to her making her body tremble. She thought she was ready to do this, ready to die rather than belong to him again. A tear fell from her eye and she swallowed, able to feel her throat press against his hand as she did. Thoughts started welling within her and she came to the realization that death would probably not be what happened, at least not with any quickness. She felt what he could do. The pain he could cause. He would make it last. He could make it last for thousands of years if he chose. She watched out of the corner of her eye as his nails dug into the tree.
Survive now. Escape later.
Survive now.
Escape later.
It wouldn’t be easy. It never was. Her spirit companion pushed a sense of warmth and resolution. This time would be different. The world was changed. The humans and kossith and dwarves had more power. They wouldn’t roll over and show their belly to Elgar’nan.
She breathed out, it was shaky, and she didn’t hide her fear. Didn’t hide her upset. It wouldn’t serve her in her capitulation.
I’m sorry,she said quietly, barely audible,
Please Master… I’ll behave. I’m sorry…
The words tasted like bile on her tongue. Her stomach churned and she had to fight every fiber of her true desire, which was to attempt to claw his eyes out with her bare hands. She pulled her hands back, holding them up in surrender. Her face matched her words. Her body matched her words. But in her eyes, as always, a fire continued to burn.
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