Lara decays, as most would do in a situation like hers.
Lara was awoken by a small hand shaking her shoulder.
Lara's eyes snapped open and she then closed her eyes again, rocking back and forth on her back, wiping her eyes free of sleep with her hands. She had been dreaming of a crash; a crash of what, she wasn't quite sure anymore. It had been more than three weeks wince she had been kidnapped by the girl Teagen and Mathias, his cult of bloodthirsty soldiers. The days were getting twisted, events hazed because of the increased separation from precious nutrients. There wasn't much to pick from and what there was to choose from made Lara vomit the moment it touched her tongue.
"Lara," Teagen muttered into her ear. "Lara, come on, get up. The men have made breakfast."
Lara tensed and opened her eyes, seeing the young woman crouched to her right. She was holding her patchy kimono together where it met, her sash gone; it was possibly in her room, but Lara didn't know where that was, but it made her curious. This woman – she wasn't really a woman, she was only seventeen years old – was still a mystery to Lara. She didn't know much about Teagen. Didn't know how she got here, didn't know why she was treated the way she was around here, didn't know where she slept or where she went to most of the morning; when she did disappear, most of the men that were still loitering around the halls (meant to keep Lara from running away), seemed to grow angry towards her.
"Is it boar again," Lara mumbled, helped by Teagen into a seated position.
Teagen wrapped her arms around her torso and stood, smiling down at Lara; her prize. "Unfortunately so," she watched Lara stand on shaky legs; she could see the faint sign of her ribs poking through the tight fabric of her shirt. "But, Vladimir caught fish last night. There are a few pieces left. Tell them I said you can have mine."
"Are you sure," Lara didn't want to go in there alone.
Teagen nodded, a strange glint in her eyes. "I have duties to attend to, I won't be down for awhile so it would just go to waste."
Lara's lower lip trembled and her fingers curled at her sides. "What duties could you have?"
The young girl stared at Lara with a blank face for a long moment and then she smiled again. "My duties are more sacred than anyone's around here. They are only a chore I can, am allowed, to carry out."
What could possibly be so important? Perhaps she was tending to the fuzzy faces that had come to the island with her. What were their names again? Lack of proper sustenance, dehydration and paranoia from being trapped like an animal had began to chip away at her mental state. Lara was afraid of becoming like these men, like Teagen: insane, depraved, itching to kill anything and everything. She doesn't want to decay but doesn't know how to fight it.
"Please," Lara managed.
Teagen smiled and reached out, running a hand down the side of Lara's face. "I'm sorry," she began to walk towards a door opened by two men whom Lara was unfamiliar with. "Now, go eat. You'll feel better. You're going places starting tomorrow."