Aery flashed a look of gratitude at Tirza for volunteering to sit by Lugft. But the look was replaced by terror as Lugft put his arm tightly around her. Dark spots filled her eyes as the fear welled up in her; it seemed almost like she was about to faint from the fear.
[color=lightorange] “You are so perfect, so small and delicate, and yet you volunteer to sit beside a murderer like me? Truly you must be terrified, aren't you? Well, of course not, your shaking with fear. It's alright... I've no reason to hurt you… yet.”[/color] Aery felt a shudder run up her spine and suddenly leaned all her weight (which wasn’t much) up against Lugft as her legs suddenly turned to jelly. Gasping, trying to remember how to get air into her lungs and work her legs, she practically let Lugft carry her to the carriage. When she finally had enough control of herself, she whispered, “J-j-just a… J-just a l-litt-ttle g-giddy, sire.” Of course a lie, and a bad one at that, but she at least managed to say something.
Feeling the power in those arms, the way they picked her up effortlessly and slid her into the carriage seat, made her more than a little woozy. She leaned limply against Lugft’s side as the carriage started down the road, too close to Lugft’s bloody body for comfort, but unable to control her muscles enough to sit up on her own. She flinched away from his hand as it trailed up her leg, uncomfortably close to her… secret parts. She blushed and covered his hand with both of hers, trying to unobtrusively push his hand away from that part of her. She knew that she wouldn’t have a choice, ultimately, but she wanted to put it off as long as possible.
Dimly she became aware of Tirza talking… no, purring, to the Drakken, tyring to inflame his desire. Aery knew then what the girl was trying, knew it by the concerned look she flashed in Aery’s direction. Even scared, she wasn’t stupid.
Quickly Aery turned her head to the side, “coughing” into her elbow. As she did she spoke quietly, gathering the words into a stream of wind and whispering them in Tizra’s ear. “Sister, please, don’t risk his wrath for me. I can take whatever torture he’ll inflict on me…” She said, shaping the wind so that only Tizra could hear. Again, a pitiful lie. “Well, maybe not take it, but I’m bound to die anyway. What’s the difference if I die of fright now or in childbirth later?”
She faced forward again, leaning slightly away from Lugft, trying to show a hopeful, yet terrified expression. She knew she nailed the terrified part, because it wasn’t any sort of pretend. Hopefully she got the nervously hopeful expression. “Well, I will grant that Tizra probably knows more about… that… than I do, because I know she rather, “got out” some. But isn’t it more fun teaching someone about… it?” She met the girl’s eyes, begging her to not make a liar out of Aery. Not that Aery particularly wanted to die or get raped, but… She’d rather suffer if it meant the Drakken wouldn’t hurt Tizra over just trying to help her.
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