Dreamed Into Life

[Ravna]

Ravna puts down her spoon. She stands, carefully, making not a sound with the chair on the floor. 

She turns, deliberately walking to tower over Illiana's head, and leans down, just a little, just to emphasize the difference in their stature of over a foot. 

"Make me."

[Illianna]

She's so tall... for a moment I falter and she smirks then I see it one of her brains dangling in reach. My hands a quick and my movements nimble as I grab a fist full of her hair and pull myse,f behind her using my momentum to push her towards the door "LEAVE!!!" I scream gold light flashing as I shove her with all my might rage and hatred and pain filling that simple primal scream. A scream I feel I've been holding my whole life.

[Ravna]

For one glorious moment, she is willing. She is forcing this huge woman towards the door. 

Then Ravna gets her bearings, gets her feet under her, and shouts back. Illiana is flipped over top onto her back, the wind knocked out of her as she thuds against the stone floor. Moving quickly, not letting her get her bearings, Ravna gets the handcuffs from the table and hooks them around her wrists. Then she wrestles her to the bed, hanging the chain between her hands onto a  hook positioned in the wooden wall above her bed, holding her arms up and in a useless position. 

As the younger girl struggles, Ravna pulls her nightgown up over her head and ties it there, rendering her blind and rendering her breathing labored and uncomfortable, though she is not gagged. Her body lays bare and exposed before Ravna; a moment later, she feels a rough rope over her bare flesh, tying her down to the bed. 

She hears the door open. She hears the door shut. And then she is alone, exposed to the world and trapped like a rabbit. 

[Arthur Chevalier]

It's a full hour later when Arthur enters. "Illiana? What happened, are you alright?" he asks, moving carefully toward the bed. 

[Illianna]

My mind has since gone calm the panic of my use of magic, a long comrades family secrate, is long gone. I feel the fabric lifted off my face and here is words but simply lay there sitting quietly in the far away place waiting for it all to be over

[Arthur Chevalier]

"Illiana?" he asks, then sighs. When she doesn't answer, he pulls the cloth back over her face and steps back, removing his trousers. It takes him a few moments to be ready, but soon enough he is between her legs, pumping away as usual. 

When he's done, he pulls back, hesitantly. "Do you want me to untie you or...?"

[Illianna]

"Please untie me." My voice is soft I'm still far gone but even a pice of freedom is welcome

[Arthur Chevalier]

You know, this might be easier if I leave her there...

"Alright, but I want you to do something for me. Okay? You'll do something nice for me in return?"

[Illianna]

I nod floating back to my body

[Arthur Chevalier]

As he unties her, he talks casually, gently. "Tomorrow when I come, you're going to help me get ready for you. It's no big deal. Just your mouth and hands. You can do that, no problem. It won't even hurt. It'll be nice. You'll love it." 

[Illianna]

I nod. Rolling my wrist and ankles now freed "thank you." I whisper

[Arthur Chevalier]

"Of course. And if you need anything, you let me know tomorrow, alright?" He bends and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Sleep well."

[Illianna]

"Why couldn't it have been you." I ask the closed door, he is at least gentle. It doesn't matter now I'll be long dead come morning. I start to pace thinking over all the ways saints have killed themselves. I don't have poison, I don't have a blade, nothing here is sharp enough to cut me, .... That leaves  hanging myself with the bed sheets. That will have to do. I should have died with my people now I must die alone....

[GamesMaster]

She struggles to find a way to do it, and so it takes some time before she's able to get up on a stepstool and affix it to the ceiling beam. From there, she's got it around her neck when the door opens, and a servant walks in. 

"Miss, it's time for your ba--" she begins, before exclaiming in the local language, dropping the tray she's carrying and spilling water all over the floor. She screams, and guards rush in, cutting Illiana down and carrying her back to the cells in the basement, tossing her in with Arielle where they can "keep an eye on her". 

[Illianna]

"Please wake up" it's aris tearful voice that calls me. My head is splitting and it hurts to breath but I take her hand in mine to let her know I'm with her. "Kill me." I croak half asleep and half alive "please" I bed her