Everyday. Every day Arya sat in that hellhole and cried. Everyday she was violently raked over (Not a typo!) by Urgals, although after the last incident, Durza wasn't around at all, and it had at least been a week. Everyday she lost one more part of her dignity and died a little inside. Arya waited for it to be over, but it never was.

Until today.

It was around eleven in the morning. Arya sat in one corner of her cold cell with her knees tucked up against her chest. She felt… well that was the thing. She didn't exactly feel anything. Well, not emotionally at least. What was this snake trying to do? Was he trying to make her lose her mind if she was kept in isolated captivity for long enough? Or was his plan to see how long it would take for her to give in to him? Either way, she hoped he did something, soon.

Galbatorix hissed smugly as he pushed Durza to his knees.

Arya frowned in thought. No… it wasn't pity she was feeling. It wasn't anything. But she did feel sick after witnessing that. Not even a Shade can fight the vortex of being sucked into the King's power… among other things.

She was almost dozing off again when she heard two men shouting. Arya got to her sore, blistered feet and peered through the bars of her tiny window. Although she couldn't see them, she knew it was Galbatorix and the Shade. Their words were inaudible, but she could just make out 'She …dies then…" and "I can't". Two blinding flashes of light followed, temporarily blinding Arya. She stood on her tiptoes a little higher and saw two guards looking very docile and aghast. A shadow shifted and their faces hardened as a figure passed.

Arya returned numbly to her corner as she heard him climb the stairs, footsteps echoing off the vaulted ceilings. She closed her eyes and prepared herself, stiff against the wall, keeping her eyes tight shut.

The door was flung open with an angry burst of red magic. Slowly, the elf opened her eyes, to see Durza standing in the doorway. His face was covered in shadows, which made his livid demeanor more frightening. Arya, too scared to speak, cowered in her corner.

Durza took two steps forward and stood for what seemed like hours, his chest rising and falling in short, sharp breaths. Finally, he spoke. "Look at me."

Arya covered her eyes and tightened the ball she was curled up in. "No." She said in no more than a whisper.

"Look at me" Durza repeated, not raising his voice, but articulating his words. She couldn't decide if they were hateful, sad or just stating.

Her hands remained tightly wrapped around her body. "Please… don't."

Durza grabbed her forearms with his hands and tore them from her thin body, forcing her to look up.

Arya's first reaction was a silent scream. Her throat was too parched to make any sound, although if properly hydrated the fortress would be ringing. His entire left hand was burned with sither oil, his face was torn down one side (probably by Galbatorix's long black fingernails), and his mouth was bleeding.

She tried to say something but no words came and Durza was twitching all over in anger and pain. She flinched as his hand reached down, but instead of his expected intentions, Durza lifted his robes to show more sither burns, the rotting liquid eating away at the flesh on his right leg.

Arya was crying uncontrollably now. The cell door snapped shut at the wave of Durza's hand, and she held herself in her arms again, afraid of what he was going to do. Her sobs echoed, even louder than they did the first time he brought her there.

Decisively, Durza ripped off his robes, tearing at the irritating material. Then, ignoring her pitiful pleas, he grabbed Arya by her worn, dirty garments and slammed her slight body up against the wall. He hissed in her ear. "He's g-going t-t-to kill y-you." His voice shook with fear, anger and pain. "T-tell me something… anything."

His hollow eyes stared through hers, desperate. Don't make me do this. they seemed to say.

Arya tried to draw away from his face. She turned her head to one side. Durza sunk his fingernails into her shoulders. A tear slid down her face. "I can't." Her voice was so soft it barely reached his ears.

She waited.

The Shade howled and cursed the elf maiden as the oil etched into his flesh. He threw her to the ground. She had tried to paint a mental image of him in her mind, and she was right. He did want to cause her immense pain. Unforgivable pain.

He bound her and gagged her, taking her clothes and leaving the ropes loose enough so he could twist her. "This couldn't have worked anyway." He sighed. Then pushing her to the floor with his weight, he forced himself into her. As usual she tried to move but it was impossible. His thrusts were hard and rough, pushing her into the wall.

Ah… why? What did he do?

Durza's eyes gleamed and he tore a chunk from her buttock with his fingernails and bit her shoulders, feeling her warm blood cover his hands and tongue. Her scream was muffled by the gag. "Shut up!" Durza yelled.

Arya's stifled scream still reached deafening heights. Still, he reached climax and pushed himself heavily on top of her. She sobbed, trying to touch her open wounds to see the damage. It was no use; he wouldn't let the ropes be cut until after he was gone. Now, anything she felt, anything she might have felt, had vanished. He clawed at her breasts a little more, biting her ear, causing her to moan.

Durza covered her with his discarded robes and wrapped his own cloak around himself. Surprisingly, he tore the sticky material from her mouth and undid the nylon ropes welting her wrists and ankles. Standing, he went to the window, tearing at his red hair. It was like blood; it looked black in the moonlight. The day was like all others in Gil'ead. Thunder, lightning and rain.

Arya's whole body ached from the brutal thumping. Her torn skin scratched against the gravel floor. She was red raw from not bathing and smelt as bad as the silther oil eating Durza's flesh.

He lifted his hand; it glowed as he prepared to use magic.

Just end it now. Arya curled into the foetal position; she couldn't take anymore.

"Waise heill."

Instead of seeing Durza with the usual smug expression on his face, he looked sorrowfully at her when she opened her eyes. She sucked all the moisture left in her cheeks and spat in his face. "Mourning the lost piece of my rump, are we?" she asked coldly, her voice hoarse.

Durza said nothing, just stood and left her alone.

Arya was in a state of shock and amazement. He virtually healed all the wounds he had just given her, and left his cloak for her. Confused, angry and scared, Arya wrapped the sable cape around herself and cried as the wind blew in through the bars and outside it started raining.

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