Souls Through Time (EzioxOC/DesmondxOC)

Chapter 11 - Amelia

WARNING: Graphic physical assault and mention of sexual assault.

Amelia's body was a canvas of agony, every inch of her skin ached with a raw intensity that threatened to overwhelm her senses. The brutal assault she had endured left her feeling violated and broken, the pain between her legs a constant reminder of the vile act that had been forced upon her. Each movement sent sharp jolts of torment through her already battered form, making even the simplest tasks excruciating.

As she lay curled on the frigid stone floor of the cell, tears mingled with the sweat and grime that clung to her skin. The darkness around her mirrored the darkness within, a suffocating void that threatened to swallow her whole. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and despair, memories of Cesare's cruel hands and leering eyes haunting her every thought.

The dim light filtering in from the small barred window cast eerie shadows across the rough walls, creating a macabre dance of darkness and light. In this bleak environment, Amelia felt like a ghost trapped in limbo, suspended between the horrors of her past and an uncertain future.

Her dress hung in tatters, barely serving its purpose as it scraped against her bruised flesh like a cruel reminder of her vulnerability. The fabric offered no protection from the harsh cold that seeped into her bones, amplifying the ache in every muscle and joint. She shivered uncontrollably, both from physical cold and emotional turmoil.

Amelia's throat was parched and constricted, each swallow feeling like swallowing sandpaper. The emptiness in her stomach gnawed at her relentlessly, demanding sustenance that was nowhere to be found. Her entire being felt hollow, echoing the desperation and hopelessness that consumed her from within.

Despite the overwhelming pain and despair, Amelia clung to a sliver of defiance within herself. With trembling hands pressed against the unforgiving wall for support, she fought to steady herself against the onslaught of trauma threatening to crush her spirit.

In moments when despair threatened to consume her entirely. "Just breathe." she whispered words of encouragement to herself in a feeble attempt to reclaim some semblance of control amidst chaos.

The memory of Ezio's unwavering protection loomed large in Amelia's mind, his absence leaving an agonizing void in her heart. She longed for his comforting presence, for his strength to shield her from the horrors surrounding her. But as she lay alone in that desolate cell, with only silence punctuated by approaching footsteps as company, she knew she was truly isolated in this nightmare orchestrated by the merciless Borgia.

Each breath felt like fire in Amelia's lungs as she struggled to find solace amidst suffering too profound for words. With every heartbeat echoing through her shattered being, she clung desperately to shreds of resilience within herself while battling against waves of anguish threatening to drown her whole.

The sound of approaching footsteps jolted Amelia from her tormented reverie. Her heart raced as she pressed herself against the cold stone wall, desperate to make herself as small as possible. The heavy iron door creaked open, flooding the cell with harsh torchlight that made her eyes burn.

A tall figure entered, his face obscured by shadow. For a moment, Amelia's heart leapt with wild hope - could it be Ezio, come to rescue her at last? But as the man stepped closer, that fragile spark of optimism was crushed. It was Micheletto, Cesare's ruthless henchman.

"Well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "How the mighty have fallen. Cesare sends his regards."

Amelia tried to speak, to hurl defiance in his face, but her parched throat produced only a hoarse whisper. The guards