Thread: A new Hope rises (Outsane X QB)

When the mercenary blew her off, she felt a rage boil up inside her. Just as she opened her mouth to retort, the Prince spoke, effectively silencing her. Micaiah closed her mouth and stared with a cold indifference towards the woman, like she didn't exist. The Priestess had an inkling feeling he'd lose again. He didn't seem to be the lucky one. First he lost countless times, then his treasured sword... even outside of gambling he was given the worst hand. Promised a treasure of the empire and all he received was a broken, slave woman... now he was going to lose her. There was the faint glimmer of hope that the mercenary woman wouldn't take his offer, but somewhere, deep down inside, she knew that she would be accepted as wager. The hungry eyes of the men she ruled spoke as an answer before even she did. There it was, the consent to play. Micaiah remained still, knowing she wouldn't have been given a chair to sit on. Her eyes flickered down to the table as she hoped against hope that her assumptions were wrong, that he would somehow get lucky. As each coin was taken away, slowly she felt the hope dissipate. Win me back, she whispered. It was then that the man spoke while fondling her. She didn't acknowledge his touch beyond a twitch and her face remained impassive. She had trained herself not to show signs of emotion throughout her torture. If her assailants saw no reaction, they either were either rougher with her to make a reaction, or got bored of her. She prayed the latter would happen. What use is a name if you won't even call me by it? She answered him, not even turning her eyes to look at him but kept them solidly on the mercenary before her. Still, though. At least they'd know the name of the woman their were raping at least. Micaiah the Priestess. She finally hissed. The thought that her title should have been stripped from her came to her mind, but she wouldn't give it up. Ugh, she growled as she smelled his breath. She wasn't sure what was more disgusting, him touching her or his breath. She glanced around for a stray weapon she could quickly grab to hopefully plunge into his gut before her own. Death seemed to be the only out fro this existence of hers. As the last coin was taken, his wager was too. Micaiah kept her cool and only made a sound as a stray hand was a bit too rough with her, bruising her side or scraping against her skin with an unkempt finger nail. She was surprised she could feel anything at all. She watched as her hands were bound and sighed inwardly. She knew the freedom wouldn't last long. Her gaze flickered to the Prince as he spoke up, offering his rule as his bargain. Don't be a fool, she whispered, even though he couldn't hear her. Giving your kingdom to that coward will lead it to ruin. There's no honour to be had in this. Thankfully, the offer wasn't taken. Micaiah remained still as her clothes were shed and she didn't react at all. Her eyes closed and her face remained blank as she was handled roughly. The only indication to her mistreatment was the soft grunts of displeasure she gave and the gritting of her teeth behind her tightly closed lips. As they began to pull her away, a sense of panic filled her. She was calm on the outside, but she didn't want to be separated from the Prince. He seemed to be the only man in the world--besides his guard Zihark--that could control himself around a woman. The panic was replaced with relief as he spoke up again and they stopped pulling her back. Her calm composure was lost, though, when he wagered himself. Her brows furrowed and her lips curled downward into a frown. You can't honestly- she stopped herself from speaking negatively. For the first time in ages, she needed to have actual hope. Her life was on the line, she knew that much. There was no stopping one of those blood-thirsty warriors from slitting her throat the moment they grew tired of her. She took a calming breath and said. You can do it, Prince. Win it all back. I know you can. She trembled a little. Having hope in a hopeless situation that was what she always did and that was what caused her the most pain. Micaiah stared at him, her emotions on her face this time. She didn't want to go back to that life.