Time Of Reckoning

Chapter 2.

Warning! Explicit and dark subjects will be handled in this chapter. Do not read if you cannot handle the implication and direct descriptions of rape. I will try to be light on the details but it's impossible to get through this part of Mel's story without detailing some of what she went through.

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The chains continued to rattle. Day in. Day out.

Shianni had stopped responding to Mel's calls after the third day. And the only indication of passing time she had was the single crack in the ceiling from these stupid shems' architecture. Mel wondered if the cattle in the alienage had gone through with Soris and Velora's wedding after Vaughn let her and the other girls go. It wouldn't surprise her. Nothing did these days...

Sniffing, Mel looked over the shoulder of the guard currently using her. The room was dim. And Mel knew if she didn't make a move soon she'd likely go in to shock. Even if she couldn't feel it, she knew the scrapes on her back were bound to have gotten infected by now. But these bastards bad been rather vigilant. Few of them turned their backs to her and even then, they were more often than not covering each other. Vaughn had warned them after the first time she'd attempted an escape.

This one though? He was alone. Drunk.

She just had to wait...

A moment passed as he pressed in to her harder, shuddering and releasing his pathetic load inside her. Then he pulled out, slowly beginning to turn-

Only for Mel to swing her legs up and coil them around his throat, sealing his airway closed. He gagged and struggled, reaching back to pinch and tear at the elf as she choked him. But it was useless. Mel couldn't feel it. The pain simply didn't register, even as he ripped off a patch of her skin. Gods above, she even revelled in the hot blood that spilled from her new wound. "Shhh... Let it happen. Go. To. Sleep." Hissed the blond, feeling like her legs might snap if she squeezed any tighter.

As the last bit of life was wrung out of him Mel finally let him loose, trying to make sure he fell close enough so she could pick the key from his pocket with her toes. A few moments of struggling... And she managed to shimmy the bastard on to his stomach, meticulously tugging the keychain out and lifting it up to her out stretched hand.

And people had called her mad for all of her extensive training. Had called her a loon. Well. At least she could escape a damn cell on her own without waiting for the headsman and a swift execution like most of her kin.

When the shackles clacked open Mel stumbled, nearly tripping over the body before her as she went to lean on the torturer's table. Gritting her teeth, she nabbed the bottle keeping her eye suspended in some kind of watery jelly. Maybe she couldn't put it back in but she could at least smash it over Vaughn's fucking skull. A few moments passed as she tried to steady herself, her breathing labored and wheezing. The air down here was thick and moist. Smelling of rot and defecation. Urine and sweat from scared prisoners.

...And Shianni's pained panting as another pig abused her in the other cell.

Her toes gripped at the stone tiles below her, the elf finding something steady to focus on - Getting her baby sister *out* of this hell hole - Mel knelt down and began taking what she could. His sword, his shirt and shoes, a potion that she tied to her side using his belt across her chest. If she was lucky, they hadn't yet thrown out her armor and other little toys. Perhaps they'd kept it all as a souvenir? She could only hope.

Silent as a cat, Mel picked her way out of the cell holding her and turned in the direction of the noise. Immediately, she regretted the sight, feeling sick to her stomach as she struggled to keep quiet. Her hands shook as she began to unlock Shianni's cell, trying to ignore how broken and hopeless her sister looked. It was impossible to stop the slight clatter of metal on metal, just loud enough for him to hear over the sound of sex.