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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 656525" data-attributes="member: 2062">Dru came back into consciousness again, her head throbbing so hard that she feared that her skull must be cracked.&nbsp;&nbsp; She was still bound, still lying on the rags in a dark room. Her fear rose within her, almost too strong to be controlled.&nbsp; How was she going to escape from this?&nbsp; Papa and Kennic did not even know that she was missing, so they would not be coming to rescue her.&nbsp; What did Meris want to do with her?&nbsp; She shivered uncontrollably.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;She's down here,&quot; Dru heard Meris say, her voice suddenly loud in the stillness.&nbsp; A door opened, bathing the room in light.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dru squinted her eyes closed to avoid being blinded, and listened to two sets of feet come into the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A male voice, human, spoke.&nbsp; &quot;She doesn't look like much, does she?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Meris chuckled.&nbsp; &quot;She is only a girl, regardless of who her father might be.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;And you're certain that me having her will give me some kind of leverage over him?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Oh, yes,&quot; said Meris, a satisfied smirk in her voice.&nbsp; &quot;Tensin Naïlo has a soft spot for his daughter.&nbsp; You will have all of the leverage that you want.&nbsp; Won't he, Drusilia?&quot; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dru peered at Meris through her eyelashes.&nbsp; &quot;Go f**k yourself, Meris.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The human laughed, but Meris snarled at her.&nbsp; &quot;Some people have not learned to mind their manners,&quot; she said, and then delivered a vicious kick to Dru's ribs with her steel-toed boots.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dru curled up into a tight ball, ignoring the chafing on her wrists and ankles. When is this ever going to end?&nbsp; If the b***h thinks to make me submit, then she doesn't know me very well.&nbsp; I'll die first, before I give her that satisfaction.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Now, don't damage her too much,&quot; scolded the man.&nbsp; &quot;If she's already dead, then she's no good to us at all.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Meris leaned down closer to Dru, and spit on her.&nbsp; &quot;Consider yourself lucky that I'm selling you to Pontinillo,&quot; she said, naming a minor gang leader from Scurvytown.&nbsp; Otherwise, I would kill you.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru scowled.&nbsp; What was Pontillo thinking?&nbsp; Did he even realize what stakes he's up against?&nbsp; &quot;You would do better for yourself to find my father, and make a deal with him. Tell him about this traitorous b***h, and he'll make you more important than you've ever been.&nbsp; More important than if you-&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru was cut off by another vicious kick to the ribs, delivered by Meris, of course.&nbsp; &quot;Shut up!&nbsp; No one wants to hear your blather!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru gasped, trying to catch her breath.&nbsp; &quot;Than if you take me hos-&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Another kick to the ribs, and Dru couldn't talk anymore, even though she desperately wanted to finish, if for no other reason, than to spite Meris.&nbsp; She lay there, gasping.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Alright, Pontinillo.&nbsp; You have two days to get me the gold.&nbsp; The girl stays with me until then.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;I will have it to you,&quot; said the man.&nbsp; He turned away, and left the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Sweet dreams,&quot; said Meris, her voice syrupy sweet, as she shut the door.&nbsp; Dru was left alone in the darkness again.&nbsp; When she was sure that Meris could not hear her, she started to sob.Dru paced back and forth along the garden path.&nbsp; Her fingers itched to hold her rapier again, to spar with Papa or Kennic until she was too exhausted to move again.&nbsp; She eyed Meris, who was sitting under a tree, distrustfully.&nbsp; There was no way that she was going to ask her to spar. &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;So, tell&nbsp; me, Drusilia, what do you do for fun?&nbsp; What do you and your papa do for fun?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru glared at her, but answered anyway.&nbsp; &quot;We fight with blades.&nbsp; Or go to the theater,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;Sometimes, we read together, or talk about the Organization.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;You're being groomed to be his successor,&quot; said Meris thoughtfully.&nbsp; &quot;I had always suspected, but had never had the proof for it.&nbsp; Unless, of course, he gets married again.&nbsp; Who knows what might come of that?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru snorted, not deigning to answer that.&nbsp; &nbsp; Meris walked over to her.&nbsp; &quot;I would watch the high and mighty attitude there, child.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Dru stared at her, not speaking, and then turned her back to walk away.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;How dare you walk away from me!&nbsp; Do you think that you're too good for me?&nbsp; Is that it?&nbsp; So good that you won't comingle your blood with mine?&nbsp; Is there someone else that you think would be better?&nbsp; Meris strode forward, grabbing Dru by the shoulder, and started to drag her towards the house.&nbsp; There was a crazed, glassy look in her eyes, and Dru realized, suddenly, that she was on some kind of drug.&nbsp;Dru was stronger, and resisted, digging her toes into the green grass.&nbsp; &quot;Let-go!&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Meris reached into her cloak, and pulled out a dagger.&nbsp; Before Dru could dodge or move away, Meris scratched her arm with it, not really even breaking the surface.&nbsp; While Dru was still trying to puzzle that out, she started to feel dizzy.&nbsp; A sick realization filled her. Drugged!&nbsp; I've been drugged! She slid to the ground, unable to focus any longer.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Impudent,&quot; said Meris.&nbsp; &quot;You're mine now,&quot; she added, gloating.&nbsp; &nbsp; Crack!&nbsp; The whip bit into the flesh of Dru's back, making her wince and cry out from the pain.&nbsp; Crack!&nbsp; Crack!&nbsp; The blows landed one after the other, raising crisscrossed welts all over the tender flesh.&nbsp; Dru cried out with pain each time, wishing that she would hurry up and die.&nbsp; Still, she refused to beg, or even talk to her tormenter.&nbsp; &nbsp; Suddenly, she was hauled to her feet.&nbsp; &quot;What is it with you?&nbsp; Are you stupid enough to not know when you're outclassed?&quot;&nbsp; Meris let go of Dru, whose knees gave out, causing her to collapse onto the ground, trembling.&nbsp; &nbsp; Meris laughed aloud.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;I will leave you to your thoughts.&nbsp; For your sake, they had better be penitent ones.&quot;&nbsp; And she left.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After an eternity, Dru tried to move.&nbsp; She gasped aloud when the welts on her back cracked and bled.&nbsp; She did not think that she was going to survive the two days until Pontinillo came for her again.&nbsp; She was going to have to escape, now.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 656525, member: 2062"] Dru came back into consciousness again, her head throbbing so hard that she feared that her skull must be cracked. She was still bound, still lying on the rags in a dark room. Her fear rose within her, almost too strong to be controlled. How was she going to escape from this? Papa and Kennic did not even know that she was missing, so they would not be coming to rescue her. What did Meris want to do with her? She shivered uncontrollably. "She's down here," Dru heard Meris say, her voice suddenly loud in the stillness. A door opened, bathing the room in light. Dru squinted her eyes closed to avoid being blinded, and listened to two sets of feet come into the room. A male voice, human, spoke. "She doesn't look like much, does she?" Meris chuckled. "She is only a girl, regardless of who her father might be." "And you're certain that me having her will give me some kind of leverage over him?" "Oh, yes," said Meris, a satisfied smirk in her voice. "Tensin Naïlo has a soft spot for his daughter. You will have all of the leverage that you want. Won't he, Drusilia?" Dru peered at Meris through her eyelashes. "Go f**k yourself, Meris." The human laughed, but Meris snarled at her. "Some people have not learned to mind their manners," she said, and then delivered a vicious kick to Dru's ribs with her steel-toed boots. Dru curled up into a tight ball, ignoring the chafing on her wrists and ankles. [i]When is this ever going to end? If the b***h thinks to make me submit, then she doesn't know me very well. I'll die first, before I give her that satisfaction.[/i] "Now, don't damage her too much," scolded the man. "If she's already dead, then she's no good to us at all." Meris leaned down closer to Dru, and spit on her. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm selling you to Pontinillo," she said, naming a minor gang leader from Scurvytown. Otherwise, I would kill you." Dru scowled. What was Pontillo thinking? Did he even realize what stakes he's up against? "You would do better for yourself to find my father, and make a deal with him. Tell him about this traitorous b***h, and he'll make you more important than you've ever been. More important than if you-" Dru was cut off by another vicious kick to the ribs, delivered by Meris, of course. "Shut up! No one wants to hear your blather!" Dru gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Than if you take me hos-" Another kick to the ribs, and Dru couldn't talk anymore, even though she desperately wanted to finish, if for no other reason, than to spite Meris. She lay there, gasping. "Alright, Pontinillo. You have two days to get me the gold. The girl stays with me until then." "I will have it to you," said the man. He turned away, and left the room. "Sweet dreams," said Meris, her voice syrupy sweet, as she shut the door. Dru was left alone in the darkness again. When she was sure that Meris could not hear her, she started to sob. [i]Dru paced back and forth along the garden path. Her fingers itched to hold her rapier again, to spar with Papa or Kennic until she was too exhausted to move again. She eyed Meris, who was sitting under a tree, distrustfully. There was no way that she was going to ask her to spar. "So, tell me, Drusilia, what do you do for fun? What do you and your papa do for fun?" Dru glared at her, but answered anyway. "We fight with blades. Or go to the theater," she said. "Sometimes, we read together, or talk about the Organization." "You're being groomed to be his successor," said Meris thoughtfully. "I had always suspected, but had never had the proof for it. Unless, of course, he gets married again. Who knows what might come of that?" Dru snorted, not deigning to answer that. Meris walked over to her. "I would watch the high and mighty attitude there, child." Dru stared at her, not speaking, and then turned her back to walk away. "How dare you walk away from me! Do you think that you're too good for me? Is that it? So good that you won't comingle your blood with mine? Is there someone else that you think would be better? Meris strode forward, grabbing Dru by the shoulder, and started to drag her towards the house. There was a crazed, glassy look in her eyes, and Dru realized, suddenly, that she was on some kind of drug. Dru was stronger, and resisted, digging her toes into the green grass. "Let-go!" Meris reached into her cloak, and pulled out a dagger. Before Dru could dodge or move away, Meris scratched her arm with it, not really even breaking the surface. While Dru was still trying to puzzle that out, she started to feel dizzy. A sick realization filled her.[/i] Drugged! I've been drugged! [i]She slid to the ground, unable to focus any longer. "Impudent," said Meris. "You're mine now," she added, gloating.[/i] [i]Crack![/i] The whip bit into the flesh of Dru's back, making her wince and cry out from the pain. [i]Crack! Crack![/i] The blows landed one after the other, raising crisscrossed welts all over the tender flesh. Dru cried out with pain each time, wishing that she would hurry up and die. Still, she refused to beg, or even talk to her tormenter. Suddenly, she was hauled to her feet. "What is it with you? Are you stupid enough to not know when you're outclassed?" Meris let go of Dru, whose knees gave out, causing her to collapse onto the ground, trembling. Meris laughed aloud. "I will leave you to your thoughts. For your sake, they had better be penitent ones." And she left. After an eternity, Dru tried to move. She gasped aloud when the welts on her back cracked and bled. She did not think that she was going to survive the two days until Pontinillo came for her again. She was going to have to escape, [i]now.[/i] [/QUOTE]

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