The warp was cold and the air smelled stale as young Corva tried to keep from choking on his own blood. The entire group of slaves looked on in horror as the screams of the young girl could be heard as well as the protests of her father who was somehow still alive. Corva tried but could not help but begin to cry which gained the attention of Doaen who knelt next to him with a caring smile. "Oh no! Oh no! my poor poor little pet Corva, why so sad?" She asked sarcastically before her smile returned to a more sadistic one. "I only did as you wanted and didn't hurt you." She said as her hand trailed his chin before lifting his face so she could peer into his eyes. The beautiful emerald green of her eyes almost glowed no matter the light and even now as he peered into them he found it hard to believe ho evil she was. She drug her hand across his cheek and then looked at the blood on her finger. "Gauntla you really did hit him to her. Next time don't hit his face." She said happily before licking at his wound and lapping up his blood. "Though, he is quite delicious."
Corva pulled his face away from her causing Doane to pout before he spat the blood from his wounded cheek on her greaves. "Leave me alone you witch!" He shouted at her as he tried to pull away from the throne but the chains on his wrists were quite short and he did not get far. Doane was about to grab him when the warriors came back up from below deck dragging what appeared to be a mutilated corpse in torn clothing and took Corva a while to realize what it was. "Wh….what did you do to her?" He asked as he realized it was the girl from before. The girl was still alive though barely and the warriors were laughing and talking about the things they did in a relatively short period of time as if they were just friends who had played a game with each other. Corva looked to Doane who was laughing as well and lunged up at her throwing a punch which landed solidly on her cheek and knocked her firmly to the deck before he descended upon her but the chains held him at bay.
Gauntla pulled his blade and was about to strike Corva but Doane raised her hand signaling him to stop. Gauntla slunk back into his corner of the Raider as Doanne stood back up and brushed herself off without so much as a mark on her face. "Oh you really are a lap dog aren't you? Cute and compliant but has no way of fending for itself." She kneeled and peered back into Corva's eyes. He did not understand it but whenever she did this he was unable to move. She then pushed him over to where he laid on the ground and then straddled his waist as she drug her hands up and down his body. "You're also so soft but that can be fixed. You are young after all!" She said seductively as she leaned in and licked at his ear. "But I must discipline you first." She said as she lightly bit his ear and then sat up again with a sadistic smile.
She began to rip the armor from his body and tore the uniform away until his bare chest was revealed and she stroked it a few more time before she then drug her claws across his chest creating deep gouges in him and continued to do this over and over again. Corva attempted to stop her but Gauntla had stepped on his chains keeping his hands from moving as she continued to tare away with glee. Corva was screaming out for someone to help him but there was no one coming and when she finally had stopped he realized she only did for one reason. "Well look at this pet… were home" She said happily as Corva opened his eyes and no matter where he looked all he could see was the mighty spires of Commorragh.
