***Hello lovelies, you may notice that I recently changed the rating from T to M. After much pondering on how I plan to take this story where I intend for it to go, I've decided things are going to get a little too graphic and intense for the T rating. I hope you all continue reading and enjoy your new chapter***

Elle had no idea how long it had been like this; how long she had been tied onto this post, how many times she had been brutally raped by multiple different centaurs. The days all seemed to blur together, not to mention it was difficult to keep count of the days when she was constantly passing out from the intense pain she was subjected to. Billip was the worse, he came at least once a day; twice if he was in a particularly good mood. He also enjoyed beating her; she couldn't even imagine what she could have possibly looked liked after all the abuse she had taken from him.

There was one, however, that never hurt her. His name Clayton; he came in as much as possible in order to prevent others from coming in to hurt her. He was surprisingly kind hearted, and often snuck her in extra food or water when he could. He often told her how he wished to break her free and help her escape but there was never a true chance for him to do as he planned. Still, whenever Clayton came into the tent, Elle knew she would at least get an hour or two of peace.

Clayton came in earlier than usual, he had managed to sneak in a canteen. He kneeled down by Elle's side, holding the canteen to her lips so she could drink. "I have some good news." He began as he lowered the canteen away from her. "Billip broke his leg out hunting last night, so he may not be in for a while."

"That's great." Elle spoke softly, her voice sore from always screaming.

"You know I could try, really try, to get you out. Billip is the fastest runner, so with him injured it might be easier to get you out." Clayton mused out loud.

"That means you're expecting to get caught."

"I honestly don't know how to get you out without being spotted, so yeah."

"Then no." Elle insisted. "I don't want you getting killed to protect me." Elle remembered in that moment Horrison, how he had given his life in order to protect Elle only for her to still be caught.

"But we may never have this chance again." Clayton argued.

"No, Clayton." Elle turned to look at him, one of her eyes was too swollen to really see him though. "I'll be fine."

"Elle, you will die here." Clayton informed her, "They will rape and beat you to death until you die."

"Then I'll die." Elle turned away from him. "Even if I escape here, where will I go? All my friends are dead, and I was banished from the closest thing to a home I ever had."

"You can't give up," Clayton insisted, "You still have a chance."

"You're very sweet," Elle spoke softly, "But there's no hope for me. I know that."

Clayton didn't stay long, he had been assigned to the afternoon hunting party in Billip's place. Almost as soon as he left, another entered her tent to begin her day of torture. Sometimes she'd be assaulted three or four times before lunch, which was the only meal she was ever given. She was fed just enough food to keep her alive, and given just enough water to keep her from dehydrating. Sometimes she was beat so bad, they would have to treat her wounds to keep her from getting an infection from all the open cuts. One time Billip even broke her arm and it took almost ten weeks, according to Clayton's count, to heal properly.

Physically, the pain was unbearable. Her body was always sore, bruised, or bleeding. Mentally, however, she was completely numb. Her emotional state was severely damaged; she felt no fear, no sadness, and no hope. . She began to wander how much longer it would take before she was going to die; she wasn't sure how much longer her body could stand the trauma. She had held onto the fantasy of Jareth saving her for so long, but one day she realized that was all it was ever going to be-a fantasy-and she simply accepted now that she was going to die in this tent, tied to this post.

Five days had gone by since Billip had broken his leg, and she enjoyed every single minute of it. Even when she was being raped and beaten by others, at least they weren't Billip; no one hit nearly as hard as he did. The only problem with it was that with Billip injured, Clayton had to take his place on the hunting party and wasn't able to come as often to prevent others. Still, Elle accepted the bad with the good.

On that fifth night, Elle was enjoying her time alone between assaults. It had been so long since Billip had been in to see her that the swelling in her face had actually managed to go down and she could see out of both her eyes again. Then, something horrible happened; she heard screams coming from outside the tent, and the stampeding sound of the centaurs all running chaotically about the camp. The screams were the same terrified screams she remembered hearing the night the centaurs attacked at the village where they first caught her; the centaur camp was being attacked.

Then, Clayton rushed into the tent, with a satchel around his torso, and kneeled down beside Elle to untie her. "The camp is under attack." Clayton informed her, confirming her assumption. "This is our chance."

"What?" Elle asked him curiously as he then scooped her body up into his arms.

"Everyone is scattering, they'll be too distracted and even if they do see us they'll probably just think I'm taking you with me as my prisoner." Clayton then galloped out of the tent, hitting a good stride as he began to sprint away from the camp. Elle didn't argue because she knew it was actually a good plan; she wrapped her arms around his neck as he took off at full speed to get as far away from all the others as possible.

Then, there was an electrocuting shock that hit Clayton, causing him to drop down to the ground and Elle tumbled right out of his arms. Elle looked over at Clayton where he had fallen; his arms and face appeared to have been burnt from the shock. "They must have put up a barrier to keep everyone from running," Clayton mused out loud, his voice cracking.

"Can you get up?" Elle asked as she crawled closer to him; unable to stand as she had also been burnt by the barrier.

"I don't think so." Clayton choked as he coughed, spitting up blood as he did. "Elle, there's a small bottle in my satchel with a black liquid, you have to drink it."

"Why?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know what they'll do if you find you, so drink this liquid."

"What will it do?"

"It will kill you, but only temporarily, if you drink it all you'll be out for about twenty four hours and surely they'll be gone by then."

"And if they think I'm already dead they won't kill me or take me as a prisoner."

"Exactly." Clayton smiled as he managed to unloop the satchel from around his torso.

"But what about you?"

"I'll be fine." Clayton smiled reassuringly at her as she handed her the satchel. "Just drink it, okay?"

"Okay…" Elle was nervous, knowing he was lying about being fine but knowing he would never admit it. She dug through the satchel and found the bottle; it was about the size of her palm and shaped like a raindrop. She popped the cork out from the bottle and looked at Clayton as he smiled before chugging the liquid down. Immediately she felt uneasy and dizzy, and everything became so fuzzy around her. Her entire body tensed up and she felt an intense pain in her chest; she could feel her own heart freezing as a chill overcame her. Her body felt so heavy and she felt like she was going to sink straight into the ground. Her eyelids slowly fluttered shut as darkness blurred her vision. Just like that, she died.