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Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma watched the woman and tried to assess her, it sounded almost as though she were being nice though the veteran wasn't foolish enough to ever think one of her kind would posess that particular virtue. She tried to see through what was going on but just thinking right now amplified her headache. She knew there was some ulterior motive at play here other wise she'd simply have come four days prior. As she prattled on and hinted at what had happened to Yasma after her capture she scowled. With the state she was currently in what had happened was evident to this bitch though Yasma wasn't convinced she hadn't noticed. Yasma couldn't peel her eyes off of the tray as the other female came closer and her stomach gave another of it's angry desperate growls that caused the female warrior to double forward from the pain of the cramping that accompanied it. She snapped her head back up to glare at the much smaller female as she made it sounds as though her rape had been some sexual adventure that Yasma had embarked on. Images of throwttling this woman or sinking a sword in to her throat swam in to the warrior woman's mind though she knew it was just a fantasy with things as they presently were. She was weak, exhausted and utterly without energy, she knew that she needed food or at the very least water if she were to survive or have any strength about her. It was for these reasons that she held herself in check and decided not to try and attack the woman, right now it would be an idiotic choice to make. Yasma did however remain silent, she had no words for her captor.
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Beside this muscular warrior, the robed priestess seemed almost another species entirety her full cheeks contrasting the harsh lines of the other's face, the eyes soft and bright contrasting those filled with agony and anger, the mild scent of an expensive perfume contrasting the stench of sex, sweat, and waste that hangs in the air around the captive woman. She also was very clearly neither starving nor tired, and though she probably was not thirsty she nonetheless took a slow and measured sip from the cup on the tray before offering a contented sigh. You could at least find time to clean yourself, she says as she bends to place the tray on the floor. It's no wonder they made you sleep with the dogs, smelling like that! The small woman does not even keep her eyes on the captive while bending over, and seems to be entirely unaware of the danger she's placing herself in. Surely a well-aimed kick or stomp could at least smash her face enough to erase that stupid, undeserved smile? Alternately, Yasma could kneel in front of the food tray and strain in her bindings to almost but not quite reach it.
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma felt a hot burning rage running through her and a hatred of the woman before her. The fact she was acting so calm, so casual and so polite sent stabs of annoyance in to her. Yasma was a proud warrior who had fought for centuries, she was skilled and deserved respect, this she knew despite her common heritage. Being spoken to as though she was some uneducated fool by the pompous harlot wasn't what she deserved. She could have accepted losing if it had, at least, given her a new position. She bore no last name and didn't need to sink with the house she'd alligned herself with. It seemed though that those thoughts were not a reality or an option that was goign to present itself to her. It was this that infuriated her so much, being treated with a lack of respect and not given the options her skills demanded. Her thoughts of being cool and collected to try and gain her strength went up in a whisp of smoke. Despite her weakened state this frail wench would be nothing in comparrison to her. Yasmas lashed out by trying to swing her leg as hard as she possibly could so that she could slam the flat of her shit straight in to the nose of the pampered sow. The thought alone of that crunching sound she'd hoped to hear if she made contact was more nourishment than the food and drink could provide.
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia The impact of boot against face is likely far less visceral than imagined, the warrior woman's strength having been slowly drained by immobilization and starvation still, the smaller woman's head jolts abruptly to the side, apparently taken off-guard and knocked off of her balance. The tray skitters across the floor and she falls to the floor, her face contorted in ... laughter? There, finally, is the glee and hatred in her eyes which she had hitherto hidden so well. Sharp hissing and an acrid scent draws attention to the spilled cup, whose contents are now melting tiny pockmarks in the stonework. I suppose it's just as well, says the drow-woman as she lifts herself to her feet. I didn't want to give you a quick death anyway. With that she clearly begins to cast a spell, standing just outside the range of a frantic kick. After a few seconds of ritualistic gestures and sounds, she merely points at Yasma's chest and water fills her lungs. Much better to quench your thirst this way, she says with a satisfied grin. Elaebryn is a patient woman, waiting for her captive to cough it all up, choke down what she can, and catch her breath again doing casting the spell again in exactly the same manner. For about an hour, the priestess toys with filling her captive's lungs with water and magically bringing her back from unconsciousness and even from the brink of death should the need arise. By the time she is done, the acid that was spilled has become inert. There is a shallow depression where most of it pooled, and a scattered pattern like rain in snow where errant droplets fell. At some point during this hour or so of drowning torture, Elaebryn had found time to clean her dress and mend whatever physical damage had been done to her face. She looked to be in perfect health, groomed and quite content when at last Yasma was able to open her eyes for a few seconds without immediately being drowned again. Are you hungry? Elaebryn smiles sweetly.
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RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma felt a moment of satisfaction as her leg made contact with the bitch and she saw her stumble but Yasma knew it was no where near as hard as it should have been. Had the warrior been at her full strength she had no doubt in her mind that the woman would have been unconcious on the floor. The veteran warrior's eyes quickly darted towards the hissing sound of the acid on the ground and they then narrowed. Was she genuinely planning on just finishing her off then? It would have been a cruel and painful death Yasma knew but she did wonder if that death would have been better than whatever might have been in store for her. Still, a death now would deny her a chance of any revenge in the future, something she longed for. Yasma was still thinking about the situation rather than paying attention to what the arrogant sadist had to say to her though her thoughts were very abruptly cut short. Out of no where Yasma's breath was stolen from her and as she sucked in no air filled her lungs. She began coughing and spluttering immediately bringing up a considerable sum of water from her lungs. At first, despite the discomfort and desperation she felt Yasma was at least relieved of the moisture coating her dry throat and mouth. She tried to swallow some of it but before she gfot to savour the water she found her oxygen restriected again. This time was harder and she had to wretch to bring up the contents of her lungs once again. Yasma assumed that it would be enough but each time she cleared her lungs she simply found them full again. Each cycle became harder and harder and soon her lungs burned. She was getting just enough oxygen to stay concious but it was sheer agony. Coughing soon wasn' enough to bring the water up and Yasma found herself vomiting up copious amoutns of water. Her shoulders burned from the constant wretching and she could feel the burning in her abs. It wasn't long before even this wasn't enough to keep her concious. Yasma's vision swam and she passed out. Unfortunately for Yasma even this was no escape from the suffering Elaebryn was causing. It soon became a rotation of Yasma vomiting up water, groaning in agony and passing out again only to repeat the cycle. By the time Alaebryn had finally let up Yasma hung limp against her chains. Tears streamed down her face from where she'd strainged and choked, signs of her asphyxiation. Her face was speckled with burst blood vessels. Despite having finally cleared the water Yasma still coughed up what little she could. Her body was utterly soaked now and she found herself exhausted once again. Her breaths came in desperate shallow breaths, making the most of every bitk of oxygen she could suck down. As the woman spoke again Yasma simply raised her head and glared as best she could while refusing to speak.
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RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Each time she raised her head during that fit of coughing and vomiting, Yasma had found Elaebryn patiently waiting with that contented smile frozen on her face. Quiet, serene, and content, the priestess held herself with the excellent posture and unflinching composure more befitting one of her station as her captive suffered in front of her. Silence is allowed to linger for only a short while before Elaebryn speaks in a flat tone to break it. Very well then, she says, then walks over to the discarded tray and plate of spilled food. She bends at the knees, picks it up, and turns to leave. Perhaps you'll find your appetite after you've been put through your paces at the training grounds. The cell door groans as it opens before her, and Elaebryn steps out into the hallway beyond without further word. Hours pass in darkness and silence, with only her hunger and the skeleton on the wall opposite her to keep Yasma company. Eventually the door opens again, this time to a pair of drow-men in the armor and colors of Elaebryn's house guard. Behind them in the hallway, a woman in similar garb stands a lowborn soldier like Yasma, though not one famous enough to recognize. Neither the drow-men nor the drow-woman speaks to their captive as a hobble is fit to her ankles and a new set of manacles is fit to her wrists before she is pulled down from those set into the dungeon wall. These new bindings force Yasma's legs apart to about shoulder width, and make it impossible to properly run at most, she would be able to shuffle away at about twice her normal walking speed, but only with difficulty and practice. But for a couple of minutes, her arms are free enough that she could conceivably fight these drow-men though bound in manacles, they are held together only by a length of chain and the strength of those handling her. As each drow-man keeps hold of her with only one hand, while keeping the other on the hilt of a blade on the side of his waist opposite her, it is conceivably possible that she might wrench herself free of their grip and then what? Unless she does act, Yasma will be led past the drow-woman in the hallway who will then fall into step behind the two soldiers and their captive as they walk through a maze of tunnels that leads eventually to an open training ground.
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia While Yasma's stomach yearned for sustenance her pride was stronger and she just couldn't bring herself to call out and ask for the food, instead she'd rather spend another night in agony with her stomach twisting and turning upon itself. When the door shut behind the woman Yasma let her head slump forward, no longer needing to keep a glare of defiance in her eyes. She hung limp in her bindings and before long passed out entirely without much time to think. Eventually Yasma awoke though without view of the Narbondel she had no idea how long she'd been asleep for. If how she felt was anythign to go by then she'd assume around half a day but that was purely guess work. She had another hour or two in silence and monotony before the door opened again and she found herself with yet more visitors. Her iron gaze rose to meet them and she shot icy daggers at them. Yasma saw the futility in fighting right now as they attatched the hobble to her feet and knew that while she may cause some damage ultimately it would end worse for her and in humiliation. Yasma would bide her time and wait for a more opportune moment. Despite her rational thoughts it was still difficult for her to allow men to lead her through the complex like some kind of animal. Yasma was keeping track though and making sure she memorized every twist and turn they took incase it came in useful down the line for her, one could never be too prepared. Walking was difficult even without the restraints making her movement slow and awkward. The lack of food had her feeling incredibly weak, she had no callories in her to burn and she could feel her thin her stomach was compared to usual. While she still had her muscles her skin was tighter against her bones. She knew that without food and especially without excercise she would eventually lose her muscle mass, something she dreaded. She was a warrior and was proud of her form.
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RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma is led through what looks like a crude sitting room or cafeteria in what is very clearly a soldier's barracks. At first it may seem like she is to be given to the soldiers again, but she is paraded past the hungry eyes of onlookers and out into a large chamber with a high ceiling where drow men and women are going through martial drills in various states of armor and dress. Torches line the oblong chamber at irregular points, giving multiple chaotic shadows to each of the various combatants and trainees. It is the first light Yasma has seen in four days, and it is distracting enough that she might have been forgiven in other circumstances for having failed to notice the woman before her. A swift blow to the side of her head would surely remedy that. You will look at me when presented, says the drill mistress as Yasma's vision reels from the blow. This was an archetypal drow-woman tall, fit, and wiry with harsh features, cruel eyes, and a voice and demeanour more culturally familiar than whatever Elaebryn was playing at in Yasma's prison cell. And rather than hiding her body beneath robes, she proudly displayed her muscled body through gaps in her armor. You will answer to 'slave'. And you will call me 'mistress'. Do you understand, slave? At some point during the visual distraction and the blow to the head, Yasma had lost track of the drow men escorting her. They had left, presumably dismissed by some gesture she did not hear or see. She stands alone before this other warrior-woman, hobbled but with nothing else to prevent her from acting however she may choose.
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RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma recognized the style of building she was going to, this was the kinds of quarters she'd spent most of her life in and had ran while serving her house. When they went through the baracks Yasma first thought that she was going to be offered up to a number of soldiers like before and was ready to fight as much as she could to prevent it happening again. It seemed though that this wasn't true and thankfully she was marched straight through there. Yasma kept her gaze forward and paid no heed of the gawping troops, she met none of their eyes and acted as though they were nothing more than insects. When she was taking in to the large training hall the sound of men and woman at their work could be heard all around her and the sound made her feel at home. Her eyes scanned the room then though and she wondered if perhaps they were going to use her as a fighter afterall. That was something that maybe she might just be able to accept and get around, to continue her life as a fighter. Yasma's eyes were still adjusting to the light and she had indeed missed the woman entirely until she felt a whap up the side of her head. Her eyes settled on her then and she quickly took her on. It seemed as though this woman was the equivellant of what she was at her own house. She knew that like Yasma this one was a skilled warrior but she was also confident that she outshone her... or would do at least if she wasn't hobbled and weak from her hunger. She found it easier to just look the woman in the eyes rather than answer her with words and so she stood as silent as ever.
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Cold malice, without anger or passion, shone in the drow-woman's eyes as she took a graceful step back and in the same motion loosed the whip that had been coiled at her hip. Its oiled length was snapped taut with a counter-motion just in time to prevent the tip from taking Yasma's right eye instead, it flicked upward as it was hauled downward, and so bit into cheek and nose before being withdrawn. You will answer to 'slave', says the drill mistress again as she withdraws the whip and begins coiling it back up, And you will call me 'mistress'. Her voice is unchanged, but for the fact that she has added a short pause between each sentence. She seems neither angry, nor exerted, nor irritated rather, she seems as though she is patiently instructing a dim-witted pupil. The coiled whip is back at her waist now, and blood is flowing freely down Yasma's face from the painful strike that would surely leave a scar. Do you understand, slave?
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia Yasma watched as the whip was uncoiled and knew what to expect next, she'd used a whip herself many times before and she'd felt their bite on more than one occasion. As it uncoiled through the air towards her Yasma stood still and let the oiled instrument slice in to her face. This garned a hiss of pain though the veteran didn't move from the strike, she simply remained upright and looking towards the woman. The woman before her droned on repetetively and Yasma decided to speak as much to shut her up as anythign else. She'd played the game before and words meant nothing, they were just breaths of air that faded away the moment they were said. Ofcourse, mistress. To be honest, it was a good thing that this one had given her a name to call her by as unlike Yasma this woman wasn't well known at all and Yasma didn't have a clue what her actual name was, nor did she care, she was just another face.Yasma kept her arms at her side and stared on, waiting for the game to reveal itself and for her to know what was going on
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia The sting of another lash is thus avoided, but the first cut continues to bleed and burn as Yasma stands before the battle mistress. In the training chamber beyond, drow men and women practiced combat drill alone and in small groups, fought in pairs with training weapons, or in some cases merely exercised or rested on their own. Some wore a ragged claptrap of ripped clothes or damaged armor like Yasma, while others were naked save for simple linens over their loins. Still others wore bits of functional armor which they incorporated into their combat drill and exercise. This training ground either favours a far more chaotic and disorganized regimen than Yasma's, or it served some other purpose than merely 'training' its participants. Perhaps it served to filter out the weak? Many of the fighters here bore scars, but all were otherwise healthy and well-fed. Yasma has only a few moments to truly take in the sights before the burning in her facial wound becomes suddenly more intense. As though acid or flame were engulfing that portion of her face, the flesh immediately surrounding the laceration erupts in a terrible, stinging heat that demands her attention. Active effort is required to avoid revealing the extent of the agony she is experiencing from the secondary effect of whatever oil or toxin was left behind by the whip's kiss. While Yasma is once again lost in thought, the battle mistress gestures with her right hand to summon someone to remove her bindings. A nondescript drow-man dressed like those who escorted Yasma to the training ground emerges from somewhere behind her and removed first the hobble at Yasma's ankles then the manacles from her wrists. The guard seems utterly unconcerned about the now-unchained prisoner, and patiently stands in place awaiting further instruction. The battle mistress waits until Yasma has been entirely freed of her bindings to dismiss the drow-man with another gesture, then once more meets Yasma's gaze. Only once the guard is gone does she speak again. You think yourself too good for my fighting school, she says not asks. I can see it in your eyes, the battle mistress says with palpable contempt. Pride. The drow-woman sneers. What is your name, slave?
Thread: Prison of Drowess War (Elaebryn × Lady Arachnia)

RE Prison of Drowess War Elaebryn x Lady Arachnia After several seconds of standing there Yasma began to feel an incredible burning where the whip had landed and it immediately made her bring a hand up to clutch at her face. She scowled and did her best to keep her expression neutral though it was a difficult endeavour. Her pain would be obvious with the grunts and rubbing of her wounded face. Once she'd gotten a taste for it though and the pain became familiar Yasma forced her hand back to her side and looked at the woman once again. The veteran hadn't really noticed the other slaves so much up until now as her focus had been wholly directed towards the loathsome drow infront of her. Yasma couldn't really blame the battle mistress as in her own fighting chapel she'd been exactly the same with her own students. The removal of her bindings was satisfying and it gave her that feeling of freedom, like she could do something. It was only seconds after the hobble was removed though that her stomach gave another pang of hunger which caused her to lean slightly forward from the pain. She straightened back up as quickly as she could however and considered the woman. Of course she saw herself as better than this school, she knew that she was. It wasn't so much pride as common sense, she'd cut through warriors from this house like ribbons, why wouldn't she feel superior? Yasma she replied and held off giving a list of her former titles, something she was accustomed to.