Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Fourteen

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Sexual Violence

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Sage recalled a growing prickle in the better part of her nose, one that she couldn't place as being a familiar feeling. But after hearing the warning shouts of Remus and Andy, she was left floating for a bit—

All before she was let go to an everlasting fall, only to be stuffed into a figure that was much too small and dainty for her soul. The warmth surrounding her was strange, as were the dulled-out smells surrounding her.

"Mistress...Mistress! Please, please be alright. Please goddess, please hear me!" Sage's eyes popped open, she had not been called mistress by anyone other than the witches she had saved and joined her pack.

"What—" The moment a sound had escaped her lips, the few women in the room had looked to the ceiling in thankful appreciation. Only until one female had come forward with her hands grasped together.
"Thank you, thank you for your return. For not leaving us." She sniffled, and while Sage had no recollection of this female, she had reached her hand to caress her cheek. The affection was reciprocated and a kiss was laid on her palm before she sighed into the touch.

"Mistress Willow, would you like some tea? It will help your headache, I'm sure of it." Another voice offered and she nodded with a small smile, realizing that she was completely nude in a tub—That they were all huddled in an ill-fitting bathroom.

"I'm alright. Just tired." Sage's voice was strained, but it was enough for the women to reel in their worries in. But it still didn't amount to a location, that was her mission.

"Shall I call a healer, mistress?" A female asked, and she shook her head. If they took to looking at her altering migraine then they might be able to pinpoint just what was happening.

Not to mention her heart was pulsating at the idea of not having neither her magic or her wolf.

Answer them, Willow. Or else they'll return to that fuckface.

Darius! You are with mama Willow!

Oh, bless it be. I'm so sorry, Wolfie. I thought this would be the best idea but I can't escape. Father says it's a type of purgatory, I'm barely able to return to hell. This plane is awful.

Sage hadn't a clue what Darius was talking about, but she offered another smile and claimed that a tea would do her will. As would some rest.

It was somewhat familiar, the small actions of the witches washing and drying her. But why were they being so attentive?

Upon leaving the bathroom, she was escorted through the room and caught wind of a few guards. She couldn't identify if they were wolves, but ultimately it didn't matter. Not when their eyes were so red, it spoke clearly of what they were.

A non-active Draugr.

She would have to tell Torin that there were more than enough to reign hellfire on unsuspecting packs. "Mistress, are you hungry? You haven't eaten much since yesterday...Master is worried." Sage had turned to the female and nodded her head.

"Small meal is okay..." The witch eagerly nodded and hurried off in another direction while the other few continued their walk into the room.

The swarm of witches was large, and upon her arrival, Sage recalled her need for attention to detail, but it was getting difficult in seeing so many desperate faces among the rest.