Chapter 33

A/N Warning beating and Rape up ahead, read with caution. After this chapter, they will have escaped so you won't miss much skipping this.

''Wake up, whore'' Branagh said pulling me out of my dream, I was still tied to a post. I had no energy, none at all, nor did I have any magic in my veins. ''Get her up brother'' Branagh ordered Dagdan. ''Tamlin and Jurian are hunting, even dear Feyre sent away the sentries, so we can have our fun'' Dagdan whispered in my ear. A violent shiver ran up my back as Dagdan dragged me away, into the tree range. I was too weak to struggle, not having any food in my system and the faebane poisoning me.

They dragged me into a small clearing, where Dagdan pushed me to my knees before pulling my arms high above my head. ''What shall I do the first sister'' Dagdan asked as Branagh infiltrated my mind. I tried to scream in pain as she makes old wounds resurface. As she drove me to relive the feeling of being impaled by a broadsword Dagdan rebroke my leg. This time a small scream left my lips, but Dagdan didn't stop there. He had taken a cane with him, the top and bottom lines with iron and faebane. Using the rod, he began beating my back, causing deep bruises, maybe internal bleeding. He kept going while Branagh made it seem as if I was on fire, making me feel as if I was burning alive all over again. She was careful this time, only choosing memories from the war, not my captivity. At some point, he had drawn blood.

Swipping his finger through the small streams along my back and thighs. Dagdan let out a loud moan tasting the blood, ''be quick about it brother, it seems Ianthe has gone after her price'' Branagh said. I looked up at Dagdan, I could barely see him. My vision blurry from dehydration, faebane and pain. Dagdan gave me a wicked and feral grin, his hand already on his cock. He got off by hurting me, I knew that much. Dagdan had done it before, and I was naïve to think he wouldn't again not out in the open woods. Of course, I was wrong as he forced himself down my throat, making me gag. I was unable to breathe with him all the way in. He kept up a punishing rhythm of strong, long and slow strokes, making sure I had as little time as possible to breathe will getting him closer and closer to the edge. Tears streamed down my face, my lungs were screaming for air when he finally finished. Dagdan had ordered me to swallow all of it, and would not let me take a breath until I did. A single drop ran down my chin, and his somewhat peaceful face from the euphoria of the orgasm turned to rage. His hands found their way to my neck squeezing, only letting me get enough air into my lungs to keep alive. He thrust into me, rough and hard, his rhythm the opposite of the blowjob minutes before. This was quick, rough and most of all, painful. I knew he would draw blood this way. He kept one hand on my neck squeezing at all times, whereas the other made bruises all over my body. These bruises were distinguishable from those made by other means, as the hands were clear on the skin. This happened all the while Branagh was digging up memories, swirling them around my head.

Pulling me deeper and deeper into the abyss, she kept stretching my mind. Making me stay in the here and now, but the moment she would let me go, I would go plunging into my darkest memories. ''Finish brother'' Branagh said, ''It seems Ianthe has gotten herself in quite a tight space''. As if on cue Dagdan did just that, pulling out of me and redoing his clothes and hair. They were speaking silently to each other before dagdan dragged me behind him to where Ianthe was. Both were grinning like they were mad. ''The word you're looking for is Daemati'' Branagh said to Lucien.

''Just like us'' Dagdan added shoving me to the ground where I remained in a fetal position. ''Going somewhere, Feyre?'' Branagh asked as Dagdan began to move. ''I have places to be'' Feyre answered her, her eyes flickering to me on the ground. ''But what is more important than helping us, you are after all sworn to the king'' Branagh said, ''I am a free person'' Feyre said. ''Are you really'' Branagh taunted, ''Such careful plotting these past weeks, you didn't seem to worry that we would be doing the exact same'' Branagh said, letting a small scream escape from my throat. ''Take the spring court'' Feyre said, ''it's going to fall one way or another''.

Somewhere far away, Lucien growled at the comment. ''Oh we will be taking the court anyway, but there is the matter of you and you little friend'' Branagh said, ''Isn't that what she is, your friend. Oh haven't you noticed the headaches or the weakening of certain bonds these past few weeks''. Shit, they had given her Faebane, they had given it to all of them I realized. I began shaking terror as seeping into my bones, I was more scared now than I had been during these past few weeks. Dagdan snorted, ''I'd give her about then minutes before the apple sets in''. ''We gave the priestess the powder first, crushed faebane, ground so subtle that you can't see or even taste it in your food. She'd add a little bit at a time, just subtle enough to work while you wouldn't notice lest it stifle all your powers at once'' Branagh explained. ''We've been daemati for a thousand years, but we didn't have to slip into her mind. It was such a valiant effort to try and shield them all from us.''

Dagdan taunted. It was then that Branagh let my mind spring back, and I tumbled down into my mind. ''Let's see you unravel this'' Branagh taunted. I was vaguely aware that a fight was going on, but Branagh had caused the voices of my captains to echo through my head. Yelling at me, that I left them, that I shouldn't have stayed behind that night. If I hadn't been captured, they would still be here, calling me a traitor, whore, liar and so much more. It was all my fault, at some point, the Inner Circle joined the taunting. I felt as if I was still falling, as I vaguely heard Lucien say ''I'm going with you, I'm going to take back my mate''. Flinched away as someone picked me up, they were gentle or at least I thought they were after weeks of being dragged around to be tortured. I was vaguely aware that we were winnowing as I was slowly coming up on memory, the smoke of a battlefield veiling the exact one but, I knew. She put me back to the first time we met.

''Bri, please wake up'' Feyre pleaded in the background. ''Feyre it's no use, Branagh said so herself'' Lucien said. I groaned a sorry before I slipped away, vaguely hearing Feyre yell ''No, Bri''. The memory was clear now, I stood on the burning sand of the Black Sands.

A/N Okay, so how do you guys think Azriel and Cassian would react to knowing what has just happened these past few chapters. And I had another question, what do you guys think happened for her to get impaled or burned alive, and how her first encounter with Dagdan and Branagh went.