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Arya shifted uncomfortably in her heavy chains.
She lay in the wet grass, sticky darkness rising around her…
Her hands clenched.
Clenched around large tufts of moonlit grass. The darkness pushed its way into her, over her…
Sweat stuck to her face and chest.
…And in between her legs…
She couldn't breath. She ground her teeth.
Inside now, with no escape…only to get in, right through, seeping into her veins as black as bane. With only one escape…
Arya felt the cool air rush into her lungs. She rolled over to one side and cough blood onto the stone floor. The heavy chains around her wrist and ankles twisted her back into a half sitting position. It was night, and cold, and her sharp eyesight couldn't even tell her where she was. Slowly, her vision adjusted and she saw Durza standing in the corner with his arms folded and a smirk on his face. "Bad dream?"
Geuloth du knifr. "How could you tell?" she asked weakly, trying to prop herself up a little more, squinting as he lit a torch with his outstretched fingers and hung it to the wall. No, please. I don't want to see. I'd rather be in the dark.
Durza smiled smugly. "Draumr kopa." It turned into an evil grin, exposing his sharp teeth, which he licked what seemed to be lambs blood from.
Arya turned away and went to wipe her eyes. As she did, she noticed her tight fists had resulted in her hands to be cut and covered in blood.
Durza took one step closer. "What did you dream about?"
Arya's wry mouth remained tight; she wasn't going to tell him. To let him in.
Fire lit his eyes. "What did you dream about, Arya?" he spoke in a soft, deadly voice, accentuating the slippery sound of her name against the cold stone. Poison dripped of every syllable like venom from a snakes fangs. She groaned as he tore her own mind down the centre.
"Nothing." she was covered in dirt from three days of no bathing and her hair was lank and greasy. Arya looked at him with her slanted green eyes.
Durza let out a bark of laughter, bending down to face her, one eyebrow raised. "No one writhes in their sleep," he took her hand, "and digs their fingernails three inches deep into the palms of their hand," He began tying a clean white strip of cloth around her hand, "over nothing."
She tried to pull away but found she couldn't.
Durza grinned and tied a knot in the bandage, taking every opportunity to caress her soft skin. "What did you dream about?"
The pain in her head was agonising. It tore through her whole body and she sheriked, sobbing hopelessly. "I didn't-"
"Arya!" Durza clawed her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "What did you dream about?"
He was too close, she couldn't escape him. "You." She sobbed. He let go and she withdrew her hands and curled into a ball in preparation for a brutal beating. Instead he stood and left her alone. "That's all i needed to hear."