The sex in this is... different. I warn you in advance you will either love it or hate it. Please read it with an open mind.
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It had been fifteen days. She knew this because once a day, a guard came in and splashed her with a bucket of freezing water. Later on, another guard would come in with some water and stale bread. This had happened fifteen times.
After three days, she stopped trying to pull her chains from the wall. After seven days, she stopped trying to kick the guard who brought the bread. After twelve days she stopped eating the bread.
She could feel her muscles wasting beneath the manacles. Now she no longer felt hunger or rage, just a passive acceptance that she would no longer lift a sword. She prayed, slept, and waited to die.
They would come to taunt her. The guards shouted obscenities through the bars but did not yet touch her. Sometimes, there would be a red-haired woman with a refined voice.
"We could do with your abilities on our side. Renounce the Light, paladin, and your punishment will be lenient."
But she stayed silent.
Sometimes the woman would add, "The last Sister of Light we picked up is tied naked to a post in the barracks. I think the men are getting bored with her. If you can't make yourself useful to us, I'll make you useful to them."
Silence. They all went away, sooner or later—the guards, the red-haired woman, the freezing water, the stale bread. She tried not to think about the paladin tied up in the barracks. Still, it became easier to resist the bread. The weaker you were, the shorter you lasted.
On the fifteenth day she started to think about renouncing.
First the guard came in with the freezing water. The cold made her feel as if her bones were knives. Then the other guard came in with water and bread. She stared at it for a long time until the red-haired woman came.
"Ready to join us?" she said. "I think your friend in the barracks is almost house-trained. She's started accepting food from their hands. It's really quite sweet."
