Pop ...

And there she was, back in her life, all thoughts of escape truly impossible, a past dream that had failed with the appearance of Raevin back into her life.

Glancing down she saw Raevin's fingers carefully and tightly wound around hers. In his other hand he held a softly pulsating blue orb that was dimming in light. From the brief knowledge that she had gathered in the few minutes before he had taken her hand the orb was a form of teleport.

"We are going," the proud, brown haired elf had said.

"Now?" She had looked surprised.

Raven had nodded and revealed the globe from his breeches pocket. "Yes, now. Teleport."

And she had looked stunned before the orb had flooded with blue light, the world had spun and now they were here. Within a long stone corridor, a heavy iron and wood door behind them. One other man stood in front of that door and he was one of the guards that immediately gasped.

And then he bowed suddenly, at the waist. "Lady Stare. Captain!"

Stare wrenched her hand from Raevin's and glanced around at the corridor they were in. It was white stone, continuously down until another door. Torchlight was the only illumination, with ones in even spaces of around twenty feet intervals. Slowly, she took in a breath, knowing exactly where they were.

In the same place she had first ever met Vitruvion. The Hollow, his underground sex-dungeon empire, but with real torture and rape.

She turned back to Raevin and looked at him with a long breath out. "So we're here now. Now what?"

He shrugged. "The brotherhood court should be in session soon." And he threw her a sly smile.

With distaste she clacked her tongue against the side of her beak. The brotherhood were the ten men who each had a part in the Hollow, with their own sex harem, with three or so kidnapped captive women each. Stare had started out as one of Vitruvion's - the brother who had made the Hollow in the first place and the undesputed leader of the council. The council came together every three months or less to discuss the running of the Hollow. Stare had only ever been to one - and that was when she was bound, and at Vitruvion's mercy. She had been there as a sign of his power.

Swiftly she twisted around to the guard who had bowed. "Thank you ... Arcus," she said, addressing him directly with a sigh.

The elf, for an elf the guard was, nodded to her and then to to Raevin, a smile on his face. He seemed entirely uneffected by their sudden arrival.