Her consciousness snapped back, screaming a horrible, wailing sound that had men going rigid atop her, the sound one of absolute loss even as her body jerked, rough hands digging and then a weird sucking sound as Drizdan removed the entirety of her womb along with the parts that went with it.
She was bleeding profusely, the puddle under her growing larger and larger by the second.
Working fast now, Drizdan threw the lump of flesh and fluid onto the trolley and pulled her abdomen back together. Something was grabbed from the trolley and warmth spread from little spots that dripped onto her.
Drizdan moved away, grim and determined as he did whatever he needed to, to ensure the thing was definitely gone and when he turned, the men were getting off her, bloodied and pale.
She didn't move, her eyes locked on the ceiling above her, breathing slow and fading.
She was willingly giving in to death, glad for it. The instant she was in that world of ghosts she would snap the ribbon and stay there, just another dead thing refusing to ever welcome a new life.
She could feel death reaching for her, arms outstretched and welcoming her as an old friend, but something spoke and another voice growled a word.
She felt her head being lifted, the gag removed from her mouth but she no longer paid attention to what was happening to her body, soft drips of something on her tongue that tasted exquisitely painful.
The drips turned to a pour and she swallowed reflexively, her realisation of what it was coming too late.
Death faded from her vision, and she knew she would need another way to reach him.
She blinked, her eye turning to see Drizdan who had a bottle of red liquid in his hand, she could no longer see death but rather the room and the Drow beside her. He had fed her vampire blood in order to keep her from dying.
"Why?" she whimpered, her voice breaking on the simple word.
"We can't have you ruining the game," he said, a cruel grin on his face.
She turned her head away from him, feeling her body sewing itself back together, the vision in her missing eye beginning to reform blurry and indistinct.
Standing, he moved away from her and the trolley was pushed from the room by his foot, crashing into the wall across the hall and then turned on the two of them.
"Wasn't that fun? Good choice Epharis, I'd hate to be left wanting."
"What?" Epharis asked, confused as he finally tore his attention from her.
"Well, as payment for my work tonight, I get to have a bit of fun with the pretty Princess for a few days," he said, reaching under her to lift her body from the bloody stone.
***
Dread filled her and she turned her head to see Epharis. He looked horrified, but there was nothing either of them could do.
"Don't worry my man, I'm not going to defile my future wife," the Drow crooned, nuzzling his cheek against her hair and laughing when she cringed away from him. "I want her to be good and pure for when I get to have her."
"She'll never submit to you," Epharis growled, straining against his bonds.
"You of all people know what the laws are. A wife cannot refuse her husband's advances. You can't tell me you haven't used that against her," Drizdan leered, his hand sliding up to grip her breast.
Flinching away from him, she did her best to remain silent and still, wishing it would all simply stop.
Epharis didn't reply however, his face white and rage burning in every pore of his being.
"However, I still get to keep her, and so long as I don't kill her, Alaric doesn't care what I do."
With that, Drizdan carried her limp form from the cell and into the cell next to it.
Dropping her onto the bed, she looked up at him blankly as he crawled onto the bed at her side.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment," he breathed as he tugged at the remains of her dress and bent down over her. His tongue was hot on her breast, tasting her skin and shuddering in delight. "But I will have you soon enough, my beautiful Etani. And when that happens, you will belong to me."
She didn't respond, her entire body burning with the knowledge of what had happened to her, what had been taken from her. She couldn't cry anymore, she only felt horribly empty.
Her lack of response only angered him and his fist drove into her cheek, earning a cry of pain that only urged the sadistic man on.
He revelled in hitting her, in using the scraps of her dress to choke her until she was close to passing out. When she refused to respond, he dragged her from the bed and kicked her until the sound of her spine snapping alerted him to her state.
Finally, frustrated, she watched in horror as he stood over her. She had never seen a man pleasure himself before, the sight was repulsive to her and yet she was afraid that if she looked away, he would force her to help him.
Rather than risking that, she remained silent and stared up into his face, hating him and everything he had ever done.
She had never hated another being like she hated that man, not even Cain. At least with Cain she knew what she was getting herself into. Drizdan was insane, sadistic and vicious. He enjoyed hurting her and making her suffer. Cain was only doing what he thought was right, but Drizdan did whatever made him happy.
His moans in the quiet cell grew louder and she clenched her eyes shut as he found release, shuddering as his semen landed over her exposed breasts and stomach.
She wanted to vomit, her stomach roiling but nothing came up and when he was finally done, he bent down over her. Scooping up his semen from her skin, he smeared the cooling substance against her cheek, making her gag.
"You can run for an eternity, but I will always find you," he whispered, "In this world or Faerie, there is nowhere you can go that I won't hunt you down. You will be mine, there is no point in denying it. It's already arranged, it's only a matter of time before you, and your body, belong to me."
His eyes dragged down the length of her before he sighed. She recoiled as he reached for her, but he was faster and his fingers curled in her hair. Using it to drag her bodily from the room, she bit her tongue to keep from making a sound, her bare feet scraping on the stones as she struggled to keep up with him.
Reaching the original cell, she landed hard as Drizdan threw her from him. Scrambling back from his approach, she twisted away but he caught the chain and pulled her closer to the wall where he locked her in place. The floor and wall were covered in blood and bits of gore, making her shudder as the blood stuck to her skin.
"I need to give my report, but I'll be back soon," Drizdan cooed, smirking at Epharis before he swept from the cell, leaving them alone.