Blank eyes stared into the moonless sky. Its darkness rivaled the growing numbness inside Elsa. The high of pleasure had ebbed away into a vortex of self-hatred and guilt. She sobbed at the sight of her forced pleasure congealing on her inner thighs, tainted with tendrils of crimson.
Her lips pursed into a thin line, Elsa forced herself to slowly lean back against the headboard. The blonde hissed as she gently parted her legs to examine herself. She whimpered at the sight of her inflamed entrance. Her folds puffy from the abuse, bloodied cracks visible at the edges. Shame seared her face as trapped wetness spewed out from the mouth of her opening as Elsa prodded her fingers deeper into the canal. A stab of pain wracked her body as she padded her tender inner walls. Bile formed at the back of her throat as more bodily fluid slid down her thighs, wetting the sheets beneath. It disgusted her so much that she wanted to get rid of it.
Pain speared her lower body as she shuffled to the edge of the bed. Luckily for her, there was a half-filled water basin on the nightstand. She wet a rag and gently dabbed it at her abused opening. Her breath hitched as the cloth turned crimson as she wiped herself. She choked back a cry when the cloth accidentally rubbed too harshly against her tender flesh.
Elsa laughed dryly when sinister red seeped through the tear again. It was ironic how she was marveling at her own sex the night before and now she was petrified by the sight of it. No matter how much she scrubbed, she still felt Anna's demanding fingers plowing into her, forcing the blonde to play her tune.
Sleep didn't claim her that night despite the overwhelming fatigue. Her body jerked to the slightest movement or sound as though to the sound of passing footsteps. Dread filled eyes darted to the doorknob with nerve-wracking anticipation when she heard clomping of footsteps nearing the Queen's chambers; expected for Anna to storm in and hurt her again.
Elsa wrapped her arms around herself and rocked in motions of self-comfort. Tears filled her eyes anew as the blonde reflected on her predicament. Confusion and anger wrestled inside her. What did she do to deserve this? She tried playing by the Queen's rules, allowing herself to be subjugated to endless horror in exchange for Northuldra's safety. Yet, they were the reason she got caught in this mess in the first place. The last thing she had expected was being sold out by the very people she swore to protect.
A sudden realisation dawned on her.
Elsa was not safe here. Technically, Anna no longer had the reason to keep her alive as a diplomatic bargaining chip. Yazik's denouncement of Elsa's has effectively given Anna free reign over the Spirit's fate. The ordeal she underwent was evidence of how fragile her condition was. One wrong one move and it would be the end of her. Her first-hand experience of Anna's rage was just a somber reminder of potential atrocities that the tyrant was capable of. Her body shook at the thought of her master taking her life without second thoughts as she would to a fly once she had enough of her. After all, the Queen did make it clear of her role upon arrival - she was the owner of her body and life and a tool to be used as she saw fit.
The heels of her hands pressed against her puffy eyes.
No, I cannot sit here and wait for my demise. I need to escape.
One breath. Two breaths.
Keep your cool and think, Elsa.
She considered her options in her head. The Queen's room was heavily guarded. She recalled hearing the sound of footfalls passing the room twice in the few hours. If she were to escape undetected, her timing needed to be impeccable. She closed her eyes, mentally mapping out the castle routes with the patrol schedules. If her calculations were correct, the changing of guards would be happening in the next hour.
With renewed determination, Elsa scrambled to her feet and staggered across the room ignoring the stinging pain in her lower body. She ransacked the dresser and fished out a plain tunic dress. She carefully slipped the garment over her head. The soft material felt heavenly against her exposed skin, warmth emitting from the clothes gave her temporary cover. It was not as comfortable as her own attire but it would do for the time being. The last thing she wanted was to let someone notice her. She could not afford any slip-ups. One chance was all she had.
Like a cat stalking its prey, Elsa leaned against the wooden door ears straining to capture the sound of footfalls. Her eyes watched the grandfather's clock, counting down the remaining time religiously. She could feel her pulse racing, heart beating as loudly as the ticking of the clock's second hand. The clanking of boots could be heard in the next minutes just as what Elsa had anticipated. She took a deep breath and slowly twisted the doorknob. She craned her head and took a peek.
No sign of guards. Now is my chance.
Elsa navigated her way inside the castle using memories she had during her limited mobility when carrying out her morning duties. Timid steps quickly turned into confident strides as she passed various checkpoints familiar to her - guests bedchambers in the East Wing, the banquet hall and solarium in the middle. A smile crept on her tired face when she saw the exit to the courtyard. Freedom was within her reach...
Elsa lost her footing and stumbled when a meaty hand emerged from behind and caught her by the hair. Before she could react, another hand clamped her mouth preventing her from screaming. She thrashed wildly against the mysterious attacker, desperately throwing her weight around trying to dislodge herself from being dragged. However, her assailant didn't seem to be deterred as he continued to drag her with ease like hauling a piece of cargo. Her bare feet were useless against the brute force now dragging her in the opposite direction.
She whimpered as her escape path disappeared from her line of sight, severing her last attempt at freedom. Hopelessness quickly morphed into despair as she was led to a dimly lit passage with a single door located at the end. She trembled at the sight of the heavy metal latch on the door. Something told her that there was no escape once she entered. Tears of fear and regret filled her vision as the door swung open with an ominous sound.
The Spirit yelped when the hulking man shoved her into the chamber. Her arms flailing helplessly, clutching on nothingness as gravity pulled her down. Her vision exploded into speckles of whiteness after her face slammed against the concrete floor. She screamed in agony when the heel of her attacker's leather boot dug into her small back.
"You are one hard catch, you know that?"
The heavily-built man dropped to one knee and grabbed a fistful of locks, forcing her neck backwards. Elsa whimpered at the warm breath brushing against the edge of her ear, raising goosebumps on her skin. She screwed her eyes in disdain as he dipped his head into the curve of her neck, nuzzling it like a dog in heat. Her mind cried in revulsion as warm lips pressed against her bare shoulder that was left exposed from her initial struggle.
Without any warning, the man sunk his teeth into the flesh beneath resulting into a blood-curdling howl from his captive. Eager lips sucked on the bite area, instantly drawing blood to the surface of broken skin. His bite was so deep that Elsa thought he would tear a chunk of flesh off her. His attempt to smooth the bruised spot with his tongue did little to lessen the pain. Her sobs grew louder as he repeated the similar procedure along the column of her neck, branding the Spirit with his mark.
"Now I understand why her Majesty wants you all by herself. You are truly a magnificent creature." he remarked, licking a smudge of crimson from the corner of his lips. Icy amber eyes peered down the Spirit, marvelling his handiwork. He could feel his loins stirred at the helpless beauty beneath him. The incident at the courtroom was still fresh in his head, firing his desire to desecrate the woman before him.
If I can't get what I want, I will ruin all she has, starting with you. His eyes strayed down her chest. You have no idea of the things I am going to do to you.
A strangled gasp escaped Elsa's lips when his fingers skimmed across her clothed breasts.
"Let me see what else you are hiding underneath this."
Panic filled her system when a glint of metal flashed from the corner of her eye. Her struggles seized when the tip of a dagger pointed at the back of her neck. Large hands rested on her aching shoulders and squeezed tight.
"Behave for me, will you darling? It would be a shame if I accidentally killed you."
"Please... no..."
"Stop struggling," he chided, voice dropping to a low pitch.
Cold fingers gripped her chin. The blade nicked her neck - a warning sign that Elsa did not take lightly. She clenched her jaws and willed her trembling body to stay still. Tears swam in her eyes as the blade made a clean cut from the neckline down to her waistline, splitting the tunic into half. The man hastily ripped off the torn sleeves as one would skin a deer and discarded them aside. His lips tugged into a wide smile at the sight of the milky skin. Strong arms snaked to the front of her waist, pulling her up to a kneeling position.
"Steady yourself, whore, before I cut you."
Elsa frantically placed her palms on the floor and leaned her weight on her elbow for support. She quivered like a leaf as cold air caressed her exposed chest.
The nobleman licked his lips, admiring the set of plump breasts which were previously obscured from his view. An eager hand cusped one of her protruding mounds, kneading the swell of her flesh with renewed fervour. His thumb and forefinger played with her nipple, coaxing it into a pinkish peak. Hot tears flowed heavily as he fondled her roughly. She felt nothing but pain from his vicious attention. Obedience was momentarily forgotten when he clawed his hands over her breasts, making Elsa shriek.
"Silence!"
Her vision swam when a fist connected to her jaw and back of her head. She landed on the floor with a loud thud. She cried harder when lines of blood began to trickle down her face, some blocking her airway. The pain on her face was excruciating; the blond was certain she broke something. She was nearing the edge of her consciousness but a painful twist in her hair snapped her back into reality.
"Get up! I didn't give you permission to faint." he reprimanded, making Elsa scrambled to her hands and knees. Terror gnawed her insides. She didn't want to be beaten again. Tears swam in the blonde's eyes when the man continued to slice away the remaining fabric that clung stubbornly below her waist.
The Spirit's face burned with shame as the remains of her tunic were torn away, exposing her completely. She suppressed a cry when rugged hands manhandled her. The grip around her waist was reinforced while he inched forward positioning himself in between her legs, making any resistance futile. Long fingers clawed into Elsa's upper thighs, forcing her legs to part, allowing him full access to her intimate parts. She choked back a cry when he shoved two fingers into her tender opening and twisted. Her eyes watered at the sudden intrusion, her inner walls straining against the forced insertion.
"She must have trained you well. Look at how easily you are taking me in." he said seductively, adding another digit into her stretched hole. Elsa wept loudly as he thrust them in and out of her, uncaring of her obvious discomfort. His pace was unrelenting. She couldn't think of anything else but the throbbing of her insides at the man's violation. Elsa cursed silently at her helplessness. Had it not been for the wretched metal encasing her neck subduing her powers, she would have eliminated this monster where he stood before he even had the chance to lay a finger on her.
"Tell me, bitch. Am I better than her?"
A line of crimson leaking down her inner thighs.
How could she have let herself get into this situation? She cried bitterly at the irony. The strongest being on the planet was now reduced to a lowly pleasure slave. Her predecessors must be rolling in their graves right now, seeing her current state. No wonder her people had abandoned her. A weak person like her has no right to be Northuldra's leader. She had truly put Ahtohallan's name to shame and was undeserving of the Fifth Spirit title.
Elsa bit down her lower lip until it bled, staying silent as the man gouged her insides like a rake. She refused to give the man the satisfaction for hurting her. She tried to conjure images in her mind as a desperate attempt to distract herself from her current suffering. Confusion struck her when all she could think of was a certain redhead.
Why her? Wasn't she the reason you are in this mess in the first place?
The man was not amused by the blonde's defiance. He brought his face to her cheeks and whispered lewdly. "No matter. I will make you feel good soon enough. And when I'm done with you, you will be thinking of no one other than me."
Adrenaline pumped in her veins as she heard the sound of metal clasp unbuckling, followed by the grating of a zipper. It was obvious what was about to happen to her. Her survival instinct kicked in; Elsa thrashed wildly when she felt the tip of a bulbous head rubbing against her trembling opening.
Is this how it is going to end? Ahtohallan, please take my life now. I beg you.
In the next second, his hold slackened. The towering man let out a grunt and collapsed next to her. The hilt of a short knife protruded from his shoulder blade. Elsa's eyes widened at the sight of crocus insignia craved on the pommel. There was only one person who would carry around this weapon. She whipped her head around. Her breath caught in her throat.
Standing at the entrance was Queen Anna, one hand propped against the door frame, catching her breath. Tears coursed down Elsa's cheeks as relief washed over her like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
"Master…" she forced a whisper.
The blonde was perplexed by her own reaction. Rationale wrestled with her emotions, trying to reconcile the fog of confusion regarding her reflex. This person was the source of her pain and suffering since day one. Time and again Anna had sought joy indulging in her humiliation. Stripped her of everything she once had so she could never belong anywhere. Yet at this very moment, her presence comforted her and strangely made her feel safe.
How could I feel this way towards my arch enemy? Maybe I am losing my mind.
Elsa thought she must be delirious too; she watched the seething rage in redhead's eyes morphed into a worried frown when the Queen rushed to her side. Her love-starved heart shamelessly soaked in the woman's warmth. Her sobs grew louder when Anna cradled her battered form against her chest, rocking her slowly as she carded her fingers through her damp tresses in an attempt to comfort.
"You are going to be okay, Elsa. I got you."
If this is a dream, please don't let me wake up.
Elsa surrendered to the darkness's cold embrace.
