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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GodOfCheese" data-source="post: 1588084" data-attributes="member: 19170">Meanwhile...“Yes… hold the torch,” Milo snorts.  “Don’t burn me, you fool!  Hold it steady!  Right there.”Zara’s flashing eyes study the Halfling and his two unnatural attendants.  Below her eyes and flared, angry nostrils bites her mouth upon a bitter, chalk-tasting fabric tied taut in her jaws.  Her throat, hoarse beyond her dry lips, growls quietly as she slowly and carefully tests her bonds.  The gag is extremely tight, and as such very painful.  Milo took great enjoyment in watching the slugs tie it on her.  I will make him hurt equally, she vows silently, when I escape.In the recently improved lighting conditions, Zara can see Milo much better.  He appears more or less as she last saw him in the maze, though his outfit has grown even gaudier.  The Halfling is leaning upon his rod like a staff and squinting at a long scroll being held before him by one of his slugs, who is kneeling.  As she notes the heavy-looking broadsword at the kneeling slug’s waist, her eyes narrow in recognition.The other slug is standing behind Milo, holding the torch down by the Halfling’s head at a specific height which the two had spent several minutes negotiating in painstaking detail.  Most of this time was used by Milo berating the slug for not following his vague instructions to his satisfaction.  The slug said nothing but attempted dumbly to comply.  This second slug has a pair of hatchets strapped to his chest with loose, leather belts of expensive make, which match his leather shirt.  Biting the fabric in concentration, Zara works the cords at her wrists slowly, methodically.  She feels their surfaces scrape her skin painfully, but both the cords and Zara’s discipline hold.  Unfortunately, Zara’s captors seem quite knowledgeable about bondage.  So, she tries her ankles, slowly…</blockquote>

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