The room wasn?t very tall, so as she dangled from her wrists by chained manacles, her toes only missed touching by inches. That?s what she thought she remembered, anyway. She couldn?t stifle the muffled little sobs, her shoulders aching ferociously from where she had bucked and writhed, unable to escape. Her head drooped, as did her ears, as the Red Lady had left the room just a moment ago, calling out to her other slaves for a bath. Her pretty white sundress wasn?t so pretty anymore, nor so white. There were patches of pink, darker pink, and quite a few were crimson, and growing. She had never, never known this much pain, as the Red Lady paid her back for what seemed like every missed swing from their duel, and any other duel she?d lost to anybody ? then she went back, and did it all over again, and again, and then a fourth time, looking like she was drinking in the cries like a fine red wine. Every breath was an agony, since she thought (when that was a possibility) she?d heard things go pop and crack a couple times. And that was just today. She knew that if she could feel it through the pain, her fur would be itching like crazy from all the matting.
She didn?t even want to start thinking of what was causing the matting. She?d already come close to blacking out a few times now, but the Red Lady didn?t let her. The collar still chafing her neck kept spearing bright pain into her brain, not letting her succumb to exhaustion. Her eyes felt raw, and her cheek and jaw throbbed from the single time she?d spoken. She?d screamed out one word, a question filled with desperation. And she?d gotten a very brief respite from new pain, as the Red Lady smirked, letting the silence build. She watched the pain-stick get sheathed, but that just wound up being where the back of a red armored gauntlet, brimming with little steel spikes, swung upward from, crashing into her face. Stars had exploded in her eyes, as she tasted fresh blood. She shivered as she remembered the sweetly sinister voice. ?Because, I can.? Then the pain-stick got shoved into her belly button.
Oh gods, it felt like something was clawing her tummy into chunks. She just knew that she?d see her insides crawling out of her when she looked down, but no. She wasn?t going to die that way ? just feel like it.
She thought her shoulders might be tearing apart when the Red Lady returned, wearing fresh red leather. Over the smells of sweat, fear, and blood, she smelled clean soap and water. When the cold eyes fell on her, she mewled plaintively, her eyes begging.
With a smile filled with nothing but cruelty, the Red Lady spoke. ?I?ve decided it?s time for a treat, Kitten.? Her mouth went dry, and her insides felt like water. She?d heard those words already, when they?d first arrived. An old man, who looked about half-dead already, provided the ?treat?. And the only one to enjoy it had been the Red Lady, as she?d told him to stand very, very still, while she put the pain-stick?s tip into his ear. His howl made her wince, but it was the crunching sound when he stopped that made her cower and whimper. Seeing the Red Lady smile and shiver when she yanked out the dripping half of the foot-long rod she?d shoved in the old man?s head ? she came dangerously close to soiling herself then. And when the old man crumpled like a rag doll, her stomach revolted. But that was then.
This is now. ?It?s just a little treat, Kitten. I can?t have you dying on me just yet. We?ve so much more to experience, before I let that happen.? She whimpered, as a quiet voice in her head, something in the back of her mind began chanting to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She watched the Red Lady come closer, then cried out as her hair got yanked viciously. Tug, tug, tug, back and forth, it felt like someone was trying to cut her hair with a dull butter-knife. She mewled, as the Red Lady lost patience, and yanked the last bit of hair right out of her head. Her vision blurry, she shivered and sobbed, as she watched her pretty hair, with a bit of it still bloody, get put into a box and sent out of the room.
? I wanna go home ?
Slowly, so she could watch, the Red Lady drew her pain-stick.
? I wanna go home ?
The humming got louder and louder, as the tip drew ever closer to her ear. ?Remember, Kitten. Hold very still, or this will do more than hurt.?
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Her heart thundered in her chest as she fought down that natural instinct to flick her ear and drive that humming away.
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Faster and faster, that unspoken wish echoed in her mind. She trembled as she hung there, her breath coming in painful pants that she couldn?t help.
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Then the tip ? touched. Pain, agony, and suffering all exploded in her head.
I WANNA GO HOME!!!!!
She was fairly sure she?d screamed, but ? it was quiet. No echoes. And dark. She let her eyes flick open.
Paradise watched as Misty went limp in her bonds. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought against her orders to be still. The collar tightened about her throat, and again, she fell to the ground, choking. Oh gods, Misty. I?m sorry.
Oh gods. It was the Fur?za. She fell to her knees, hoping this wasn?t a dream. She crawled, then forced herself up and ran to the airlock, tapping in her code. The door opened, and a whoosh of clean, cool air puffed out. She smiled, and slowly limped inside. She knew every twist and turn, making her careful way to her quarters, letting her fingertips run over the walls and bulkheads of her home. She could feel all that pain just melting away. She stood straighter, walked easier, breathed deeper. She was home.
The door to her quarters opened, and she wept from the scent of the moji-bush in the corner, just coming in to bloom. She felt peaceful ? calm ? serene. She was home.
?I?s home.? Just a whisper of sound in the stillness. So quiet. But enough. Her neck prickled, then stung, and then burned with raw pain. Her eyes shot wide, and she whirled around to the mirror to see a fleeting glimpse of the collar, still around her throat, before the picture ? changed.
Her breath hitched, as her fingertips dug at the collar, watching the mirror. It showed her, still hanging from that chain, limp and unmoving, as Paradise laid on the floor, making gagging noises and clawing at her throat. The Red Lady crooked a finger, and Paradise stood, with tears streaming down her bruised and marred face, moaning wordlessly, the seared stump of her tongue still raw and tender in her mouth. Haltingly, Paradise?s arm rose, the flickering sparks of her power starting to build. In her mind, she heard a sorrowful echo.
I?m ? I?m so very sorry, my friend. She ? she won?t ? let me let ? you go. In the mirror, Paradise wailed as her fingers touched the limp furred chest, and electricity arced from her fingertips. In her chest, a feeling of burning fire flared in her heart, her body going rigidly taut. Unable to stop herself, she fell toward the mirror ?
And through, her eyes snapping open with a deep gasp. All the pain that had melted away hammered at her once more as she flopped like a hooked fish in her bonds, her ribs feeling like spears on her lungs. She felt, more than heard, the dull sounds of boot impacting flesh, and Paradise?s ragged, harsh cries.
?No, Kitten. You will not be leaving me that easily.?
Deep, pitiful, ragged sobs bubbled up in her throat, as she hung her head down, and wept. Even after the sound of a softly closing door reached her ears, she wept. And when the guards came to take her down, and dump her and Paradise in the moldy room, leaving her to lie face-up in the shallow film of water, rapidly tinged pink around her, she continued to weep.
Paradise was forced against the wall, a single order to stay forbidding her to move away from the unbearable dripping of water upon her skull. Hour after hour, she watched her dear friend, unable to move, unable to comfort. Hands pressed against her stomach, trying to hold in the searing pain from her recent beating. Breath came in little gasps, waves of pain wracking her.
A memory of pain.
Paradise?s head came up as Tala entered the room. Despite the matting of her hair, the bruises that covered her torso and face, she sneered. ?Oh look, Misty. The coward?s decided to visit us again.?
Tala simply ignored Paradise, as usual, but that didn?t mean the fiery red head was going to give up. ?Only dishonorable cowards take slaves and beat them. What?s wrong, sweetheart, did your daddy not get you that pony you wanted??
Misty sent a mental warning, shaking her head back and forth, eyes wide in terror, but Paradise ignored her. She kept that scowl on her face, even as Tala hauled her to her feet. A single gauntleted backhand had her spitting blood, facial wounds bleeding again. Tala moved for Misty, and she barked out a laugh. ?It figures. You can?t shut me up, so you?ll beat up on her.?
Tala turned, and motioned for one of the guards. Not a single word had slipped from her lips yet, but a dark grin spread on her lips. Paradise was forced to her feet, and the guard held her steady. ?Open your mouth.?
The collar prevented her from disobeying, and Paradise could feel her jaws creak as Tala reached in and grabbed hold of her tongue. She began to struggle, but a single word forced her rigid again.
The knife flashed before her eyes, snicking downward. There was unbearable pain. Tala?s words crept through the haze of agony. ?Cauterize it.?
Fire rose in Paradise?s eyes, the sickening stench of her own burning flesh causing her to retch, her eyes to water. Tala strode off, dropping the bloody chunk of flesh into a box.
She could hear Misty weeping, as the sound of leather impacting on furred skin started again.
The memory faded, leaving a shudder behind. Though she could no longer speak, her words drifted through the connection. They?ll come for us, Misty. Though she would not allow the words to pass through the connection, a guarded corner of her mind spoke out.
?I hope??
Thanks to Paradise for helping me write, and to Tala for making sure everything was kosher!
She didn?t even want to start thinking of what was causing the matting. She?d already come close to blacking out a few times now, but the Red Lady didn?t let her. The collar still chafing her neck kept spearing bright pain into her brain, not letting her succumb to exhaustion. Her eyes felt raw, and her cheek and jaw throbbed from the single time she?d spoken. She?d screamed out one word, a question filled with desperation. And she?d gotten a very brief respite from new pain, as the Red Lady smirked, letting the silence build. She watched the pain-stick get sheathed, but that just wound up being where the back of a red armored gauntlet, brimming with little steel spikes, swung upward from, crashing into her face. Stars had exploded in her eyes, as she tasted fresh blood. She shivered as she remembered the sweetly sinister voice. ?Because, I can.? Then the pain-stick got shoved into her belly button.
Oh gods, it felt like something was clawing her tummy into chunks. She just knew that she?d see her insides crawling out of her when she looked down, but no. She wasn?t going to die that way ? just feel like it.
She thought her shoulders might be tearing apart when the Red Lady returned, wearing fresh red leather. Over the smells of sweat, fear, and blood, she smelled clean soap and water. When the cold eyes fell on her, she mewled plaintively, her eyes begging.
With a smile filled with nothing but cruelty, the Red Lady spoke. ?I?ve decided it?s time for a treat, Kitten.? Her mouth went dry, and her insides felt like water. She?d heard those words already, when they?d first arrived. An old man, who looked about half-dead already, provided the ?treat?. And the only one to enjoy it had been the Red Lady, as she?d told him to stand very, very still, while she put the pain-stick?s tip into his ear. His howl made her wince, but it was the crunching sound when he stopped that made her cower and whimper. Seeing the Red Lady smile and shiver when she yanked out the dripping half of the foot-long rod she?d shoved in the old man?s head ? she came dangerously close to soiling herself then. And when the old man crumpled like a rag doll, her stomach revolted. But that was then.
This is now. ?It?s just a little treat, Kitten. I can?t have you dying on me just yet. We?ve so much more to experience, before I let that happen.? She whimpered, as a quiet voice in her head, something in the back of her mind began chanting to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She watched the Red Lady come closer, then cried out as her hair got yanked viciously. Tug, tug, tug, back and forth, it felt like someone was trying to cut her hair with a dull butter-knife. She mewled, as the Red Lady lost patience, and yanked the last bit of hair right out of her head. Her vision blurry, she shivered and sobbed, as she watched her pretty hair, with a bit of it still bloody, get put into a box and sent out of the room.
? I wanna go home ?
Slowly, so she could watch, the Red Lady drew her pain-stick.
? I wanna go home ?
The humming got louder and louder, as the tip drew ever closer to her ear. ?Remember, Kitten. Hold very still, or this will do more than hurt.?
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Her heart thundered in her chest as she fought down that natural instinct to flick her ear and drive that humming away.
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Faster and faster, that unspoken wish echoed in her mind. She trembled as she hung there, her breath coming in painful pants that she couldn?t help.
?I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ? I wanna go home ?
Then the tip ? touched. Pain, agony, and suffering all exploded in her head.
I WANNA GO HOME!!!!!
She was fairly sure she?d screamed, but ? it was quiet. No echoes. And dark. She let her eyes flick open.
Paradise watched as Misty went limp in her bonds. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought against her orders to be still. The collar tightened about her throat, and again, she fell to the ground, choking. Oh gods, Misty. I?m sorry.
Oh gods. It was the Fur?za. She fell to her knees, hoping this wasn?t a dream. She crawled, then forced herself up and ran to the airlock, tapping in her code. The door opened, and a whoosh of clean, cool air puffed out. She smiled, and slowly limped inside. She knew every twist and turn, making her careful way to her quarters, letting her fingertips run over the walls and bulkheads of her home. She could feel all that pain just melting away. She stood straighter, walked easier, breathed deeper. She was home.
The door to her quarters opened, and she wept from the scent of the moji-bush in the corner, just coming in to bloom. She felt peaceful ? calm ? serene. She was home.
?I?s home.? Just a whisper of sound in the stillness. So quiet. But enough. Her neck prickled, then stung, and then burned with raw pain. Her eyes shot wide, and she whirled around to the mirror to see a fleeting glimpse of the collar, still around her throat, before the picture ? changed.
Her breath hitched, as her fingertips dug at the collar, watching the mirror. It showed her, still hanging from that chain, limp and unmoving, as Paradise laid on the floor, making gagging noises and clawing at her throat. The Red Lady crooked a finger, and Paradise stood, with tears streaming down her bruised and marred face, moaning wordlessly, the seared stump of her tongue still raw and tender in her mouth. Haltingly, Paradise?s arm rose, the flickering sparks of her power starting to build. In her mind, she heard a sorrowful echo.
I?m ? I?m so very sorry, my friend. She ? she won?t ? let me let ? you go. In the mirror, Paradise wailed as her fingers touched the limp furred chest, and electricity arced from her fingertips. In her chest, a feeling of burning fire flared in her heart, her body going rigidly taut. Unable to stop herself, she fell toward the mirror ?
And through, her eyes snapping open with a deep gasp. All the pain that had melted away hammered at her once more as she flopped like a hooked fish in her bonds, her ribs feeling like spears on her lungs. She felt, more than heard, the dull sounds of boot impacting flesh, and Paradise?s ragged, harsh cries.
?No, Kitten. You will not be leaving me that easily.?
Deep, pitiful, ragged sobs bubbled up in her throat, as she hung her head down, and wept. Even after the sound of a softly closing door reached her ears, she wept. And when the guards came to take her down, and dump her and Paradise in the moldy room, leaving her to lie face-up in the shallow film of water, rapidly tinged pink around her, she continued to weep.
Paradise was forced against the wall, a single order to stay forbidding her to move away from the unbearable dripping of water upon her skull. Hour after hour, she watched her dear friend, unable to move, unable to comfort. Hands pressed against her stomach, trying to hold in the searing pain from her recent beating. Breath came in little gasps, waves of pain wracking her.
A memory of pain.
Paradise?s head came up as Tala entered the room. Despite the matting of her hair, the bruises that covered her torso and face, she sneered. ?Oh look, Misty. The coward?s decided to visit us again.?
Tala simply ignored Paradise, as usual, but that didn?t mean the fiery red head was going to give up. ?Only dishonorable cowards take slaves and beat them. What?s wrong, sweetheart, did your daddy not get you that pony you wanted??
Misty sent a mental warning, shaking her head back and forth, eyes wide in terror, but Paradise ignored her. She kept that scowl on her face, even as Tala hauled her to her feet. A single gauntleted backhand had her spitting blood, facial wounds bleeding again. Tala moved for Misty, and she barked out a laugh. ?It figures. You can?t shut me up, so you?ll beat up on her.?
Tala turned, and motioned for one of the guards. Not a single word had slipped from her lips yet, but a dark grin spread on her lips. Paradise was forced to her feet, and the guard held her steady. ?Open your mouth.?
The collar prevented her from disobeying, and Paradise could feel her jaws creak as Tala reached in and grabbed hold of her tongue. She began to struggle, but a single word forced her rigid again.
The knife flashed before her eyes, snicking downward. There was unbearable pain. Tala?s words crept through the haze of agony. ?Cauterize it.?
Fire rose in Paradise?s eyes, the sickening stench of her own burning flesh causing her to retch, her eyes to water. Tala strode off, dropping the bloody chunk of flesh into a box.
She could hear Misty weeping, as the sound of leather impacting on furred skin started again.
The memory faded, leaving a shudder behind. Though she could no longer speak, her words drifted through the connection. They?ll come for us, Misty. Though she would not allow the words to pass through the connection, a guarded corner of her mind spoke out.
?I hope??
Thanks to Paradise for helping me write, and to Tala for making sure everything was kosher!