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Noise filled the stench of the air; there was never silence in the slums of Tals Vegar. Regal as the name might sound, few had ever heard of it, it was the dump of the Chitauri. The scum of the Chitauri army resided in this mess of a place. It hadn't always been so, once upon a time, her world had been here. Caelandis, home of the Great Spirits. Gone. It was all gone.

They destroyed her beautiful world, enslaved her kin, and threw her from her pastoral nature to the lowly rank of a toy. What they did to the royal family made her shudder and she prayed their end was met quickly. She hoped the princess and queen had not ended up like her, but she knew wishful thinking would amount to they were dead now, they were free from wretched life that became the Caela. Would she be the next to die?

"Skelk, get up." Raspy and painful was the voice that nearly made her jump, but such a reaction was forbidden. Crushing was her enslavement, and she waited for the painful blow that would follow her master's voice, nothing happened.

Ask no questions. Keep your gaze down. Do as he says.

Her present master stood above her, covered in filth. His armor was in an appalling state of disrepair from neglect. Before him, her previous masters made her clean their uniforms, polish the metal, and clear their weapons. She was grateful that he cared nothing for his appearance and thus carried even less if she tended to it. Neris feared their weapons after watching one of her Caela brothers die from the gun's misfire. The memory of it was horrible, she could never shake it. All the Caela were mercilessly beaten for the careless mistake.

After all that she had seen, Neris was careful with every action she took. It wasn't that she had no desire to die, rather, she yearned for death, but a small part of her told her to keep going, there was hope. Someday she would break free and save her people, the only issue she found was they had no place to go once they were free. Lots of worlds had trees and rivers, mountains and oceans, all wishing a Caela would awaken them, but where were they and how could they get to those worlds?

"Skelk, come. You leave for V-10. Your new master, Migam, awaits."

Neris nearly fainted. The torture wing. It was closer to the heart of the Chitauri empire, and frightfully scary. Would she meet The Other? Thanos? She thought her heart would burst there, but the pain emanated from her face instead, and she found herself on the floor once more.

"Skelk, you rise when told, you do as you're told. You do not think, you do not hope." Her former master reminded her of the truth of her life. There is no freedom, no freedom to hope or fear. She was subjugated to mindless obedience.

Show nothing, accept your punishment. You will die soon. Thanos loves death, that is what they say. It will end for me. Just stop thinking.

"The transport will take you. Get gone, filth."

Neris raced from her master, taking only the ragged garments he had given her. Her rosy skin was covered in dirt and grime, but she did not mind, it made her less noticeable. If only she could hide her eyes, then they wouldn't think she was Caela.

When she reached the transport, she took an oxygen mask from a fellow Caela. Her Caela sister was one whom she did not know, an older one. She would have been revered in their world for her wisdom. She was thousands of years old, a monument to the dawn of the Caela.

The old Caela said nothing to Neris as the girl boarded the Chitauri transport. Purple eyes filled with tears as she watched the girl go. Joyful had the old woman's life been in youth, now, it was filled with misery. The young Caela suffered far worse, they would forget their world in the end and become nothing but mindless slaves for their abusers.

Transports moved quickly and hummed with strange technology Neris could not even begin to understand. She waited, thinking of the old woman. The tattoos of her high status had been forcibly removed and the scarring that was left behind was terrifying, but Neris had her own disfigurements on display. All Caela were born with long, pointed ears, but upon enslavement, the tips were cut, reducing their hearing as a result. In their youth, tattoos were chiseled into their rosy skin to represent their clans and livelihood. Like their ears, the tattoos were cut from their flesh and for some, burned off. Neris' 'Heart of the Forest', a tattoo of the Great Tree, was met with a jagged blade before being cut roughly from her shoulder and bicep. Watching it leave her skin hurt more that the cut itself. The marking symbolized her love of the trees and the core of her world.

All of it was gone, she could do nothing except remember the markings and remember the voices of the trees.

"Skelk! Come!" Her new master waited at the base of the transport landing. Scars and burns ran the length of his face. Serpent like eyes watched as she quickly descended the landing. She dropped to his feet in prostration. "You serve me. Lay down!"

Neris quickly spread herself on the floor. Her belly pressed the grated floor. He meant to claim her then and there. Fortunately, there weren't as many spectators; the Chitauri loved the violation and loved to watch. Neris was relieved that she was the only Caela to witness her shame.

Rip went her clothing as her lower half lay exposed to her new master. He spread her legs with his clawed fingers. A single, long nail scratched her privates and she felt her body recoil. Her body clamped shut and she fought to suppress the scream brewing in her chest. Why did her body always betray her?

"You deny me? Filth!" His shriek echoed in the chamber. The Chitauri all stopped and watched. Migam, her new master, pulled her legs apart and forced himself in her with no mercy. The pain was blinding and she thought he was ripping her in half. She bit down on her to muffle her screams of terror and pain as he pounded his assault on her anguished body.

The pain in her head was phenomenal. She had been beaten so many times that the wounds molded together, but this time, the injury was so poignant she thought her head was cracked open and she wondered if she would survive. Slowly, she peeled open her eyes, her vision was hazy. Searching around she discovered that she was hanging from chains, her clothes were gone, and she was acutely aware of her nakedness.

A voice spoke near her, the voice of her new master. She turned her head and quickly realized that blood was trickling down her face. She was not alone with her master, but she knew the other person would not hurt her. He was chained up like her. He was half naked, only half shamed. Red blood contrasted with the pale skin of his chest. The man was not Caela, he was something strange to her.

"King Loki," mocked her master, "welcome to the Chitauri army. Now, tell us of Asgard."

Neris strained to hear, the blood pooled in her ears. Her eyes searched the man, his form becoming clearer. His green eyes gazed defiantly past her and his tormentor. He said nothing. Neris felt her mind go hazy again, losing herself to the darkness. The sound of chains striking flesh lulled her to sleep.