For a moment, Kissan almost thought that Ravling was about to have his ass handed to him by the new comer. It was a fools hope. To hope that Ravling had been acting without permission of his superiors. That any minute someone would find out what he was doing to her and punish him. But that is all she had to hold onto, fools hope. Holding onto it, holding out just a little while longer she told herself again and again until the words blurred into a incoherent jumble. Kissan almost managed a faint smile of victory.
At least until the new comer made her a very chilling promise of what was to come. Blinking her eyes closed, by the time she managed to open them again, he was gone. Replaced but a set of soldiers that helped pull her to her feet. Being dragged to where ever it was that she was suppose to be. Unable to help, unable to even try to help, the men quickly grew tired of her dead weight and the larger swung her over his shoulder as if she was a rag doll. The way she hung limp, she was little more than a rag doll. Every movement, every jostle felt like it was pulling at her open wounds, inflaming them.
Finally dislodged from the guards soldier she tried to draw in a deeper breath, which only reminded her of her bruised ribs. Trying to find the breath to curse, later she might remind herself she was thankful she couldn’t breathe well enough to talk. God the cold stone beneath her felt good against her heated skin. Cool metal clamped down on her right wrist, then it was pulled within inches of her left hand, another clamp of her right wrist. It was a fleeting thought that the cuffs were over kill. She could barely move let alone escape.
“He would come for you wouldn’t he?” The soft words seemed to come from a million miles away. The feminine voice coaxed her gently. “And you can still call for him right? They can’t stop you from calling to him. You should call to him. At least stop blocking so he can reach out for you. You would not even have to say a word, he can track you if you let him in for just a second… ”
Seconds ticked by slowly. Trying to find a logic for denying what seemed so natural. Those thoughts were interrupted by a blinding pain. Screaming, Kissan tried to move away from the source but it was useless. Her body wouldn’t or could not move. Another scream and she choked on the sound. After an eternity she became aware of more than just pain and darkness. The cool stone under her head, the movement of a wet cloth on her forhead, a heavy cloth over most of her body.
There was a vauge feeling that she had been pushed to her mental limits. Had she broke? Her mind still felt fragmented. Maybe more importantly did all the little pieces of what use to be her sanity stay contained? Did the shield in her mind crack even a little for him? It was such a natural thing for her to reach out and touch him for reassurance. Had she reached out for him in desperation? No. Why she had not idea but her mental walls seemed to still be in tact enough.
“Don’t you trust him to take care of things? Did he not promise to always take care of you? That he would never let anything happen to the two of you? You can tell him that they will be waiting. Warn him. But ask him to come for you. You know they don’t stand a chance against his fury.” Words went on and on. “If you do not tell him he will still find you. You know he will find you with or without your help. He always does. Do you want him walking into her unwarned? Walking blindly into a trap? Come on, call out to him…”
“No!!! No…”
There was a sigh of frustration before the sound of the cell door shutting solidly. Opening her eyes, Kissan felt like she took her first free breath in hours. Realizing for the first time that her back no longer felt like it was on fire. Stupidly she sat up. Between clenched teeth she reminded herself to breath past the pain, blinding sickness, and dark spots in her vision. Okay she was not as healed as she thought. Sitting perfectly still until the pain passed enough so she could think of anything but pain. Slowly things cleared enough for her to concentrate on breathing. Then mentally preparing herself for what was to come.