Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Melisende barely registered when the woman's weight was lifted from her chest, abandoning her bound body. She felt hands wrap around her legs as the leather and ropes were removed, letting her legs fall back to the floor. Once they were released, an excruciating pain shot up her legs to her mind as she groaned loudly, arching her back and twisting her numb legs back to life. Her legs felt like slabs of aged meat as the pain emanated from the limbs, sending Melisende into convulsions of agony before she passed out, her shoulders and arms throbbing still numb from being bound above her head for so long. She slept for what seemed like an eternity but was only a couple of hours. She awoke to the sound of the door opening as the two women re-entered. She couldn't move as they went to work cleaning her dirty body from laying for so long on the soil floor of the lodge. She didn't move as they cleaned the dirt from her naked body. Her lips were dry and cracked as they lifted a jar of water to her mouth and she drank it eagerly. She also allowed the milk soaked bread to provide some moisture to her mouth as she ate what they gave her. Her head was forced up off the ground painfully as the women went to work cleaning her hair before braiding it and wrapping it around her head, removing it completely from her neck. Once that was finished, her captor returned and ordered the women to help her stand. The women untied her rope burned wrists from the post and pulled her up onto her feet. Melisende's face twisted into a grimace of pain as the blood rushed back into her numb arms, creating an excruciating feeling of pins being poked through her flesh which also elicited a groan of pain as they fell limply at her sides. Her body swayed unsteadily as her feet were barely able to hold up her own weight before the women attached chains to her ankles, connecting them to effectively hobble the prisoner so she would not be able to run before moving on to wrap leather cuffs around her useless arms. Melisende could barely walk on her pained legs as he took her elbow and led her out into the sunshine, still completely naked and exposed for all to see. She stumbled as her feet twisted unnaturally, forcing her to move slowly as she squinted in the bright light. They walked past a series of stocks where her soldiers were being held, naked and exposed for anyone who cared to take advantage. Curling her fingers on her wounded hand, Melisende offered a defiant look to her comrades, pushing into the wound to make blood drip down onto the ground as she walked. She turned her head slightly as he whispered again about her bearing a child for him and her eyes narrowed defiantly. Once at the post in some sort of square, Melisende remained silent as her arms were pulled painfully once again above her head before being fastened to the pole. Her gaze darkened as her captor told her faction that it was her pride that had gotten them caught. Don't listen to him! she screamed out hoarsely, her throat still painfully dry, He speaks lies, Aghhhh! The first blow of the leather paddle landed squarely across her stomach, an angry red welt appearing almost instantly. The whipping seemed to go on forever as her captor took his time to ensure that every part of her body was covered in welts, her screams of pain echoing throughout the village and across the water. Tears streamed down her face as she could not escape the pain. When he released her arms, her body collapsed into a heap on the ground, her skin a deep red as bruised had already begun to appear where the whips had hit hardest. Her captor then lifted her battered body from the ground, tossing her over his shoulder before returning to the lodge once again. Melisende was too weak to resist as he tied her face down onto a large wooden table, ensuring her legs were spread wide and available to him before he left her alone once again. Too exhausted to struggle, Melisende passed out on the table from the pain. She awoke and was fed once again before he returned to have his way with her again. His groans of pleasure were mixed with her grunts of pain as the table rubbed painfully over the welts on her body and then when she felt something strange being forced into her ravaged womanhood. Melisende lay her head down when he was finished, her body spent but it was not over yet. As he lifted her head up to give her a chance to surrender, her eyes narrowed as he spoke. I will never allow myself to surrender to such a coward, she hissed at him, pulling painfully on the ropes that held her atop the table.