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WARNING: Below story while not stating sexual abuse heavily implies it, if that offends you or triggers you, avoid it.

"Five seconds to brand the skin, two years to brand the soul..."

She thought it over and over again, even timed the cadence to the sound of the chains tinkling against each other when in her painful fatigue she'd shift slightly to take the weight off of her arms, her rib cage, her diaphragm. In point of fact, it'd been a fact that had begun to take shape shortly after she realized there was no hope for anything better left.

Not even any tears left to shed.

The Spiral had taken everything from her. Everything but the parts that still hurt. That was all that was left.

Well, maybe not. After all, she had earned her way back into the dirty cells beneath the opulence of Throndil's estate, back into the proverbial shame beneath layer upon gilded layer of arrogance and excess.

Still, it was true. She had no tears left. So when she heard the heavy groan of the cell door, all she did was follow the sudden burst of dim, sickly, green-grey light with her eyes, expression listless, all but accepting.

His amber eyes squinted, sharp like a viper's. "I don't understand you." A white gloved hand gestured to what used to be finery but what now hung in rags and shreds on her form, sullied by her sweat and her blood. "Your life was made better by me ending the life you were born with, crawling in cow shit with that foolhardy father of yours. You have everything. The rest of the Spiral have accepted it."

Iona watched, almost disinterested, as the High Elf noble poured her a metal cup of water, lifting it to her lips only for a moment of defiance to leap through her, for her to purse her lips and refuse his "kindness".

She'd felt it before it happened. The metal striking her head was nothing. If he thought that was pain, he'd have to try harder. And she knew he would.
"Common bitch! If you were meant to have your own mind about you, I'd GIVE it to you!"

Her expression did turn to a grimace when he lifted her up off of the floor by her manacles, rusted iron bit into raw flesh like winter's chill. "All that is inside you is ME. All that surrounds you is ME. Being my possession defines you, and if you cease to amuse me, Iona, if your value to me fades, you'll simply be no more. Think of that while you are here. If you're smart, you'll be a little happier to warm my bed when the time comes again."

He left, taking the dingy glow of light from the hall with him, and she found she saw more clearly in the dark.

The Altmer was wrong though, and her brow set into a determined scowl. She might have lost nearly everything to him, but her right to detest him would be the last thing to go.[/i]

Iona had a rough past. I've hinted at it, but this is probably the most I've posted of it thus far. This drawing is not meant to be "sexy". Not meant to be "fetish". This is pain, and I hope I've respected that fact. Also, I left this general as a rating as it doesn't SHOW anything and the blurb below it doesn't state anything graphic, plus there's plenty of warning telling you to avoid it. However if an admin wants me to change the rating, I happily will.