This is a dark drabble.
It is rated M for mature themes and content.
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Of Brides and Blood - Chapter 1
Her fingers twisted back and forth lazily, cuffed inches above her head playing with the fugitive sunbeams that attempted to kiss her cheeks. Flakes of dried blood fell from her slightly tanned skin, floating slowly to the floor of her cell like the first snow of a bitter red winter. Her long red hair was tangled, filled with grime and the blood of the enemies she had killed only two weeks prior. She had not spoken a word since she had taken the blame for the death of the arl's bastard of a son.
She was upon the cusp of her demise, and it wouldn't be long before a sharpened axe was at her throat and all that she was would be pulled into the fade and then whatever was beyond such a place. Her lips twisted up into a half cocked smile as she pulled herself from out of the hole in her mind which she had dug and then wisely hidden herself in to find herself softly humming almost in a child like fashion. She did not stop the action, it made the guards uncomfortable. Yet it would do no good for the guards to see her feel anything, better they hate her, and kill her to avenge the swine that was born into nobility.
Some of the guards who had been familiar with those that worked under the swine piss known as the arl of Denerim's son had immediately thought to torture her. So a group of them, after finding themselves not under the watchful eye of their commanding officer had let themselves into her cell. First, one suggested the use of her body for his own satisfaction, it seemed as though the male shem always thought of that option first. But he found himself unable to become aroused, the dead penetrating look in her eyes coupled with her happy humming, and almost compulsive twisting of her wrist was beyond eerie. So he pulled away and they were forced to leave that night.
The second night they had found a way to torture her, though her response to such actions was the same as the night before. The three guards had come again into her cell, and as one took watch, the other two grabbed an ear and began to file the pointed appendage down.
"See now, when we're done, I might be able to actually get it up, yeah. Her looking presentable and what not…" The first guard muttered to the other.
"Oi, what do you mean presentable? She's a blood covered murdering knife-eared whore is what she is. She's loony, just look at her, not even making a sound." The other said as he wiped some of her blood from his hands on her tattered wedding gown. "I'm telling you I wouldn't put my willy anywhere near her. It might catch the crazy."
"Well at least she won't be a knife ear when we're through." The large man grunted as he continued to saw at the bone of her ears. "Eh, you know what? It isn't worth it. She's basically already dead. Look at her." He dropped the file from his hands, her blood and pieces of her mutilated ear covering his sausage like fingers. But he had basically completed his task, once pointed elf ears were now jagged, bleeding and somewhat rounded.
"It's like I said, just leave her to her fate. This was supposed to be fun, and she just sits there like a corpse and…" But the second guard didn't have time to finish before a rushed whisper interrupted him.
"Captain's coming back, get out of the cell." The lookout whispered as the two guards hastily got up and rushed to close the cell. The first in such a rush he forgot his file on the floor. The group scattered up the dark stairwell to greet their superior leaving dead emerald eyes staring at the slightly hooked end of the forgotten file. Suddenly there was a twinkle, and then there was a soft sigh. And as the dull ache from her mutilated ears began to ring through her senses, helping to force her back into the waking world, Kallian Tabris thought that perhaps Andraste was on her side, maybe just this once.