Aery had felt pain before, but not this bad. Every single time she had dropped her pickaxe from being unable to hold the weight, the guards had laughed, and whipped her until she fell and tried to grip the tool again.
When they were led back to their resting spot, she was too tired to even really comprehend the next indignity, when the guards came around with slices of stale bread (the dinner for all of the prisoners) and so obviously skipped her. Aiden tried to give her half of his bread; the guard's whip cracked across his arms and shoulder. The guards brought cups of water, too, and again skipped her. Not that she would mind. The less they gave her to drink the shorter of a time she would survive this torture.
As soon as the guards went away, Aiden turned to her, concern on his face. He said something to the other slaves; they gripped her arms and one covered her mouth. And then a burning filled her back, burning stinging agony in all of the wounds. She fought against them, but all of a sudden it was over and she slumped to the floor, looking up at Aiden in pain and shock. Why had he done that...?
SALT HEAL. OTHERWISE INFECTION AND DIE.
Oh. She was an idiot. She just didn't expect it to hurt so much. She nodded, curling onto her stomach to sleep, though she was too cold to sleep and in too much pain. And no sooner had she done that then the guards came up behind her, yanking her to her feet. One cupped her elbow in a most intimate manner, the way a prince would escort her at a ball; the other unhooked her shackles from the rest of the group's.
Aiden looked at her in horror, and so did a couple of the younger slaves, and then she realized what it must mean. She fought, but one of the guards hit her on the head hard, and dazed, she just hung their limply as the guards carried her away.
"Here's the deal. Either you go back to your chain-gang and you work in the mines with them and you NEVER talk about the outside world again. And certainly never talk about escape." said one guard, thankfully standing in front of her so that she could read his lips.
"Or you stay here. It's more comfortable and there's no physical labor involved. In exchange for the new accommodations, you will have to serve us. Any of us guards can use you at any time we want to."
Aery winced. "What's to stop you from using me when I'm a slave in the mines?"
You idiot, Aery. You blinking idiot. Don't encourage them with your pert tongue, you idiot.The guards laughed. "Nothing."
Aery sighed. If she stayed here she could heal until she could get out... But probably not. She was in a room of solid iron. The door locked from the outside. And she was shackled down in iron as well.
And she owed it to Aiden and the others to figure out a way to get them out.
"I'll go back to the mines."
"And you'll regret the day that you were born." One of the guards said. He approached her, and she knew what was coming, and didn't even try to stop him from hurting her the way she'd been hurt before.
~~Ame~~
Ame, slightly concerned about how long Aery had been gone, tried to contact her, and instantly reeled as pain shot through her back. She reached out to Celaena then and pain shot through the whole left side of her face.
Gasping, trying to comprehend it.
She tentatively reached out to both. Both had such intense loneliness and terror in them. Aery, the strange guard standing over her laughing, Celaena, being dragged down a hallway still stained with fifteen-year-old blood. The blood of the guards she'd killed in her escape attempt.
They were alone.
Not in the same camp.
And Ame realized what had happened to them.
"ANSEL! ROWAN!" She shouted, fear making her girlish voice shrill. "THEY CAPTURED AERY AND CELAENA! ONE'S AT ENDOVIER AND ONE'S AT CALACULLA AND I CAN'T COMMUNICATE WITH EITHER OF THEM!"