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Havermouth, Present TimeAislen panted through her teeth in short, ragged gasps. She had wet herself and her jeans stuck to her skin unpleasantly, cold against her thighs, but that was the least of her discomforts and the initial humiliation had swiftly passed, washed away in the flood of agony in which a little piss was nothing but a small leak.“Pain is fascinating, isn’t it?” Sparrow watched her face. “How people endure, and how they do not. My mentor told me that pain is weakness leaving the body. What do you think?”“I think that I hate you,” she sobbed in a breath.“You are very interesting,” he tilted his head. “No pleading. Most people in your position would be begging me to stop. Please don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll tell you anything. Please consider my unborn child…” He prompted. “There are worse things that I could do to you, Raven. Nothing I have done so far will do more than leave some bruises and a bit of blood.”“I’ve been through something like this before,” she confesse
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Havermouth, Present TimeShe was given the opportunity to shower in a tiny room down the hall from the torture chamber, with Robin waiting outside of the shower cubicle and no privacy. However, between the seduction of the warm water, and the ability to wash the piss from her skin, Aislen did not care that the other woman could see far more than a stranger should. Her fingertips stung as the soap from the shampoo got into the wounds beneath her nails, and she hissed as she shook them under the spray of the shower.“He’s a real arsehole, that Sparrow,” she complained to Robin.“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Robin replied predictably. “If you understood, you’d say differently.”“Okay, explain it to me then,” Aislen’s skin along her forearms wore bruises in tracks from his pinchers. Small pains, she reminded herself. It could have been worse. It would be worse in the morning, if she didn’t come up with something in the interim, but the warmth of the water and her exhaustion
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Havermouth, Present Time“It wasn’t Aislen,” Rhett said under his breath as they trailed the Point Crest Triquetra through the streets.The human children were getting restless and Meguitte’s spell was wearing off, their mother’s cheerful acceptance gradually fading, and her expression growing tense as her eyes darted around their small group, obviously beginning to question precisely why she was walking with them.Harry was doing their best to keep the children entertained with magic tricks, making flowers appear in their hands, and coins in pockets, and other such foolery in a combination of actual sleight of hand and vampire-speed, but Rhett and Cameron had fallen into step behind them, expecting that the mother would make a run for it at some point.Behind them, Connery and Meguitte discussed spell components in quiet tones. Things were not all well there either, Rhett thought. With Meguitte’s initial shock fading into distress, Connery was alternating between distracting her and
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Havermouth, Present Time“Shh, Aislen Carter,” Toby put his finger to his lips. “Help me.”Several of the other mind-f-ked Van Helsings were in the walkway between the cages, their hospital gowns revealing more than they hid in the light spilled into the room through the open door. In the doorway the others were keeping lookout into the foyer. They were all armed, the contrast between the high powered guns and their bare-footed barely clad state lending an air of unreality that was not helped by the fact that Aislen had been woken out of a deep sleep, exhausted after her torture.Either the movement or the scent on blood on Toby was beginning to wake the zombiefied people in the cages, and Aislen knew she needed to decide quickly. “F-k it,” she took his hand, and he pulled her out of the bed.“What about us?” Dr James sat up in her bed and gripped the bars. “Don’t abandon us all.”Toby tossed the keys into her cage, the jangle of the metal loud and Dr James dove in pursuit. “We should
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Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThe watch tower accommodations were far from luxurious in scale. In the mountains, the flat space was limited, and each tower had been selected for its outlook over the human lands more than for the comfort of those who spent their time within it, therefore the courtyard space was small, and the buildings around it were designed around the ungiving stone with rambling levels and cramped corners.Water was restricted to that collected from the run-off from the rooves, and therefore bathing was limited to a bowl of water and a washcloth – which suited the soldiers who worked in shifts from the tower, returning to civilization between, and the miners whose labor ingrained into their skin making daily bathing seem pointless.The Lord Jermyne and his squires were escorted to their accommodation for the night, and Thaelen left them doing their best to repair their appearance using the washbowl and cloth in the chamber. As he returned down the stairs Hae
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Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeAs anticipated, Lord Jermyne woke in the morning with a sore head and no memory of the night before. Unmercifully, Thaelen pushed on with his time schedule, and they all met in the courtyards just before dawn, with the Lord visibly held upright between his squires.Thaelen and Haethnir exchanged a smothered laugh, but, in truth, Thaelen thought, for all the Lord Jermyne’s apparent intoxicated open-ness, he did not feel that he understood the man, or his people, completely. There were things that did not quite add up for him, and that made him suspicious of the ambassador and his squires – although their searches of their possessions, persons, and the prized chests, hadn’t revealed anything that wasn’t appropriate for an ambassador approaching an unknown people in the hopes of making an alliance.Was it possible that Thaelen was misinterpreting a genuine overture of peace towards his people?They walked the jagged mountain terrain towards the coast
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