Adorable creatures with unacceptable features
She woke to the morning sun on her face, in an elegant but completely unfamiliar room.
She hurt, her back, her arms. She raised them to rub her eyes...
Wait. Only her right hand responded. Suddenly everything came rushing back, thoughts bombarding her from all sides and making her head swim. The pain. Submitting to the torture. Her friend, the person she trusted, she had placed her faith in ordering it done and not even caring enough to watch as she was flayed. The lessons the human, the waitress, had taught her were put to the test. She did as she had learned, smiled and focused on something else. Standing.
And when that was no longer enough she suddenly remembered the small pebble tucked against her skin above her heart.
She knew she shouldn't do it. Knew it would make problems, make things worse. But she needed something to take her attention. What better than someone to talk to. She spoke into it, the way she had been taught. Sent her thoughts to it the same as she did when she spoke to someone who was with her.
Her brother had responded. Helped her keep from breaking while the atrocities were performed upon her. He asked where she was and she had told him. Something that she would never have done were she in her right mind.
He had never even told her why. Why she must endure this. Why he visited such torture upon her.
She recalled falling into the wet sand, inhaling it. She remembered her friend. His boot planted in her exposed and raw back. She remembered him wrenching her arm backward, the joint in her shoulder popping with the awkward placement. And she remembered...
No, she pushed the thought away before it could manifest completely. Instead she tries to remember through the haze of pain and Light saturation of the previous night. Dorini had found her. In Undercity. There had been a goblin. His name. He told them his name. Rikk? Grin? She would have to ask Dorini.
They had gone to Silvermoon, much as she hadn't wanted to. Mephest. They had gone to Mephest. And he had been there. He cleansed her. He was upset. But it was still such a blur.
She was alone. She didn't remember how or why. She heard a voice without a body. Her voice? No, that must have been the delirium. Voices can't exist on their own. The face swam in her vision. Felt like it was only inches from her own, fuzzy around the edges. Then her back hurt.
Air. Flying. Wind on the raw new scars of her shoulder. Being carried up stairs. Placed upon cushions. And....
Warm air blew against her neck, making the hair at her nape brush against her skin. The breath was accompanied by a sigh. She sat up suddenly, the movement tearing at her healing wounds. Her eyes were wide and she stared down at the man in shock, his raven hair framing pale skin. At her sudden reaction, his eyes had popped open and he began to smile.
She hurt, her back, her arms. She raised them to rub her eyes...
Wait. Only her right hand responded. Suddenly everything came rushing back, thoughts bombarding her from all sides and making her head swim. The pain. Submitting to the torture. Her friend, the person she trusted, she had placed her faith in ordering it done and not even caring enough to watch as she was flayed. The lessons the human, the waitress, had taught her were put to the test. She did as she had learned, smiled and focused on something else. Standing.
And when that was no longer enough she suddenly remembered the small pebble tucked against her skin above her heart.
She knew she shouldn't do it. Knew it would make problems, make things worse. But she needed something to take her attention. What better than someone to talk to. She spoke into it, the way she had been taught. Sent her thoughts to it the same as she did when she spoke to someone who was with her.
Her brother had responded. Helped her keep from breaking while the atrocities were performed upon her. He asked where she was and she had told him. Something that she would never have done were she in her right mind.
He had never even told her why. Why she must endure this. Why he visited such torture upon her.
She recalled falling into the wet sand, inhaling it. She remembered her friend. His boot planted in her exposed and raw back. She remembered him wrenching her arm backward, the joint in her shoulder popping with the awkward placement. And she remembered...
No, she pushed the thought away before it could manifest completely. Instead she tries to remember through the haze of pain and Light saturation of the previous night. Dorini had found her. In Undercity. There had been a goblin. His name. He told them his name. Rikk? Grin? She would have to ask Dorini.
They had gone to Silvermoon, much as she hadn't wanted to. Mephest. They had gone to Mephest. And he had been there. He cleansed her. He was upset. But it was still such a blur.
She was alone. She didn't remember how or why. She heard a voice without a body. Her voice? No, that must have been the delirium. Voices can't exist on their own. The face swam in her vision. Felt like it was only inches from her own, fuzzy around the edges. Then her back hurt.
Air. Flying. Wind on the raw new scars of her shoulder. Being carried up stairs. Placed upon cushions. And....
Warm air blew against her neck, making the hair at her nape brush against her skin. The breath was accompanied by a sigh. She sat up suddenly, the movement tearing at her healing wounds. Her eyes were wide and she stared down at the man in shock, his raven hair framing pale skin. At her sudden reaction, his eyes had popped open and he began to smile.