Soul Alight

[Mari]

Closed to Shinsou - All bunnying approved
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Stein clinked against stein in celebration. The quaint wooden mess hall sprightly with rowdy cheers, jeers, and leers. A hearth roared with a large fire in the back of the room basking it in a merry warmth that rivalled the sheer cold of the outside in its extremity. Bountiful plates of food sat upon the large, centre table; headless cooked meats, piles of freshly made bread, pies, soups, and produce. 10 bandits in total were joining in the jovial festivities. Two more seemed reluctant and kept to themselves on an empty table. A modest amount of food and drink before them, they were engaged in their own, quiet conversation. Away from the rest of the gang.

By the fire sat a large, uncut boulder attached to a thick, metal chain. The chain was long enough to reach any side of the food hall. Extending into the kitchen, toward the back room. The other end of the chain was attached to Amari’s waist, wrapping around her hips and crossing over and between her breasts. A large silver padlock sat in the middle of the cross. Snapping it all tightly together. A precaution that was set in place after Fenn's escape.

The group of bandits were getting well beyond the limits of drunk. The cause for their celebration? Four new girls. Ones they would sell to slavers, or brothels. One was a virgin, and was due to head toward the Church of Etheral Sway. The others, well - the bandits were sure to have their fun with them. Two of the bandits broke free of the group, promising to bring their acquisitions to 'join' the festivities.


“C’mon pet, pour us another!”

Amari approached the bandit, and frowned. “The hell? It’s half full. Fuck off.” She turned to walk away but was grabbed roughly by the arm and pulled back till she landed on the table, belly up. The action made the crowd cheer, and the bandit poured the rest of his drink over Amari’s white blouse, grinning as it became see through. “There, now is’ empty, pour us another.” He let her go, with a slap to her ass.

“Careful, ‘er curse may get ya.” Another shouted out.

“A ol’ slap here or grab there ain’t hurt me yet.” He said with a laugh, watching as a dripping red-headed Amari walked off to top up his stein.

Amari gritted her teeth, fuming, furious. Angry that she couldn’t do anything, that she was trapped in this hell hole. That she was so close, yet so far to escape. Sure, she could use the kitchen utensils, perhaps do away with one or two of them - but they’d quickly overpower her. She was powerless and useless to stop their ridicule.