Warning: Contains mature sexual content, implied suggestive drugging and mind control


Amari didn’t sleep well. After she had followed Advencia out the room the day prior she was lead to a makeshift training ground and without warning was attacked. Advencia’s ‘training’ wasn’t so much teaching Amari how to use a knife, but ‘teaching’ her how to block the blade… with various parts of her body. Amari wasn’t given a blade, or a chance against the psychotic woman.

Amari had been brutally and repeatedly slashed and torn at by Advencia’s precise onslaught, the only thing the redheaded woman had learnt was that the blonde temptress was not to be messed with. She was skilled, if not mastered the art of the small blade.

“Urgh…” Amari rolled onto her side and winced. Her torso was bandaged, blood still seeping through the wraps. She had wounds on her arms, across her collarbone, her left leg and right hand. Advencia had been especially brutal with that one - jamming the blade straight through before tossing Amari back into Lye’s private quarters bleeding and shaking from the shock of blood loss and pain.

How was she supposed to explain the mess of ichor and vitae that was strewn across her masters floor? His bedding? His animal skin rugs? Amari laughed bitterly to herself. He did say the smell comforted him. Her tired eyes stared at the wall before her, focusing on the faint glow of the alchemic table, parts of it had been smeared in blood in her frantic attempt to find bandages.

“He’s gonna kill me…” She muttered, and Amari wholeheartedly believed that he would.