Anger

The potent feeling rages inside Shyvana's heart, overwhelming the dragoness' mind, filling the young woman's very soul with black wicked thoughts in the likeness of the dim lighted room that serves as her prison.

Raw and ruthless like her leering captors and sinister like the magical chains restraining her limbs, bestowed to her by the treacherous humankind.

The greedy Shuriman slavers eye her carefully and smirk, already dreaming of the golden coins they are going to obtain after selling her body. And deep inside her, Shyvana can already tell that those men can't even see her as a person. Oh no, she is something less than a living creature and something more than plain merchandise for them, she is just a mindless…

Beast

That's what the man calls her as he collapses on the floor, gold coins slipping from his now torn pockets and extravagant blue robes now stained with his blood. He shouts the word over and over again all the while desperately crawling away from the malnourished dragon-demon that he had attempted purchasing.

The slavers then proceed to beat Shyvana until she loses conscience, but the dragoness just smiles bitterly and no one else dares to slip a hand under her rags the following day.

Carmine

The dark red color of blood seems to follow her everywhere. It fills her mouth and stains her cell, rolls off her cheeks and coats her sickly injured frame. It is in the eyes of the merchants and the disgusting watered-down wine they seem to be so fond of and even the scarce rays of sunlight that manage to peek between the rusty bars blocking her window.

The sun rises once again, a single crimson iris staring down at her as if taunting her whole existence and the dragoness hisses, taloned hands clenching into fists as the door of her cell suddenly slams open.

Doctor

That despicable Zaunite is the dragoness' first owner. He grumbles and grunts, poking at her with pointy tools and crooked appendages, mumbling incoherent sentences all the while spraying her skin with toxic boiling chemicals and poisons.

And Shyvana can only scream and cry out in pain as the wealthy man and renowned scientist keeps destroying her draconic body in the pursuit of knowledge.

Fortunately for the poor dragoness the man is also an avid gambler and loses his precious guinea pig in a bet before even the sixth sun rises.

Elegant

Shyvana's next owner is an elegant young heiress. She is kinder than the dragoness previous owner, but certainly not above harsh punishments every time the slave draws her ire and Shyvana doesn't even bother asking her to release her like her first owner.

What is required from her is quite simple this time. Stay still, gaze at the dukes and wealthy visitors and smile politely, be a part of the decor like the golden dishes and the silken rugs and all the other extravagant furniture filling this damn manor like a freaking treasury. Oh, and try to look pretty while she is at it as the dukes and nobles gawk at her in awe.

Shyvana doesn't really like being showcased like that and being this woman's pet really hurts her draconic pride, but she then reminds herself of her first owner and lowers her head in submission.

There are a lot of worse fates after all than being a spoiled brat's exotic plaything and surgical tools certainly hurt a lot more than condescending remarks and playful tugs of her chain.

Fondly

The way her owner looks at her some times, her eyes soft and her lips drawn into a tiny smile, but the dragoness has no illusions about humans' nature at this point and knows that Fiora's thoughts are only occupied by crafty schemes and new ways to show off her family's power.

The proud gaze of the duelist only serving to further unnerve the enslaved dragoness.

Grandiose

A servant glares at her and Shyvana instinctively lowers her head in an instant, exhausted golden orbs now locked on the rich Demacian carpet beneath her as the particularly rude butler proceeds to huff in annoyance and walk away mumbling something about dumb animals.

Shyvana sighs, eyes still cast downwards, her tired body encased in a ridiculous blue and gold outfit, the magical collar draining her draconic strength still wrapped around her pale throat as she silently makes her way to the dining room, already dreading the noisy mob of humans and their lustful glares directed at her voluptuous body.

Heart

Fiora has been acting weird the last couple of days, she's had removed the chains from her wrists, toned-down the weird dresses and outfits, let the dragoness move from the basement to a spare room on the first floor and even allowed the slave to dine with her on a few rare occasions instead of eating with the rest of the servants like usually.

The odd behavior makes Shyvana nervous, her feelings of unease further intensifying inside her already wrecked psyche, but there is nothing the dragoness can do in order to appease those feelings and so she just lowers her gaze and holds her tongue and bows in front of the duelist every time Fiora even glances her way.

Shyvana of course doesn't notice the duelist's sad expression, neither does she notice Fiora's hurt look every time the dragoness falls to her knees and lowers her head in submission.

Introvert

The Half-Dragon isn't really a talkative person. She follows her owner's orders and then quickly retires in the relative safety of her room, preferring the reassuring confines of her small bedroom and the thick walls of her own solitude instead of the annoyed glares of the maids and the lecherous smiles of the servants being cast her way.

Shyvana rarely speaks her mind anymore and the few words she utters are usually short responses to her owner's questions.

Jest

Shyvana staggers, small warm droplets of crimson blood slowly spilling from the slave's ashen hair, staining the dragoness' simple white dress with ugly red smudges all the while filling the majestic marble stairs with sanguine liquid flowers reeking copper.

Shyvana grunts, one hand slowly rising, taloned fingers carefully closing around the red blood-spitting wound on her forehead, the laughter of a particularly evil maid still echoing in the dragoness ears.

Somebody gasps and Shyvana sighs in defeat when she finally notices Fiora standing at the bottom of the staircase, eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape staring at the sight before her in what assumes is terror, her expensive boots now clearly stained with crimson.

"I am sorry, mistress. Please forgive your stupid clumsy slave."

The dragoness hurriedly kneels next to the shocked duelist, her head wound completely forgotten as she carefully starts wiping the blood from Fiora's bloodstained footwear all the while muttering whispered apologies, her lifeblood still rolling down her neck and chin, pooling under her feet with every passing second.

And Shyvana is so focused at appeasing her no doubt furious master that she doesn't even notice Fiora's heartbroken expression or the way the duelist's eyes darken as she angrily glares at the petrified maid staring at them from atop the staircase.

But she certainly notices Fiora's careful touch and the intricate handkerchief pressed against her bloodstained forehead as the duelist anxiously tries to stop her bleeding.

Kindness

Shyvana still doesn't know what to think of Fiora's recently odd behavior, she keeps the ruined bloodstained handkerchief inside one of her nightstand's drawers and steals curious peeks at the duelist every time the chance arises.

The enslaved dragon keeps fulfilling her duties to the best of her abilities, doing her chores, taking care of the garden and even occasionally helping out in the kitchen when the other maids are occupied.

The dragoness still keeps her head down and avoids any unnecessary contact. The humans around her seem nervous, equally perplexed by the heiress' behavior.

The insults stop along with most of the teasing and the angry glares disappear and Shyvana soon eardrops that the maid that had recently pushed her off the top of the staircase was fired yesterday.

Lux

"Would you like more tea, milady?"

The magical prodigy smiles and nods, offering her cup at the enslaved dragoness and the maid bows respectfully before reaching for the small ornate teapot, swiftly serving the blonde mage in front of her with quick calculated moves, literally beaten into her from the first days of her servitude.

"Thank you, Shyv."

Lady Luxanna smiles politely and the dragoness just bows again, her dull yellow orbs intently locked on the luxurious carpet as the mage's smile slowly melts into a frown.

The renowned Demacian duelist sitting next to her remains silent, her defeated gaze focused anywhere but the stone-faced dragoness as heavy sour moments slowly give way to long bitter minutes filled with awkward silence.

"So, I heard that Sona recently joined a band from the Shadow Isles…"

The light mage's halfhearted attempt to initiate a conversation seem to only fall on deaf ears and the blonde noblewoman sighs, forced to watch Shyvana's quiet rigid form and her fellow noblewoman's pitiful failed attempts to meet the dragoness eyes for the rest of the evening.

Mistress

The duelist takes half a step back, pulling away from the silent maid and their shared kiss, the heat of the dragoness' breath still lingering on her lips, a rosy hue painting Fiora's cheeks pink like the brush of an adept painter dancing across her features.

The heiress takes a deep breath, her body still pressed against the dragoness, her chest heaving as if she has just run a marathon, fingers still wrapped around her servant's collar and eyes still locked with the dragoness'"

"Well? Do you get what I have been trying to tell you?"

The slave just nods, yellow tired orbs calmly meeting Fiora's pale blue ones. The message is quite clear considering how the duelist has just suddenly lunged at her and kissed her.

"Yes, I understand. I am not your slave anymore."

Fiora smiles, happily nodding her head as if to emphasize the dragoness words only for her smile to freeze on her face the moment her eyes abruptly catch the steely glow of the dragoness' irises.

"I am your new courtesan."

The noblewoman's smile fades, her hopes and dreams suddenly sinking inside her stomach, her hear shattering, mercilessly crashed under the weight of Shyvana's cold tired golden eyes.

"Am I also supposed to take care of the maids and the servants? What about the guards at the gate keeping watch? Am I to sleep with them or are my services exclusively limited to the men and women of your household?

Well? Talk to me, mistress, there are people waiting in line for my services."

Even to this day Shyvana can't really decide what was the most painful thing she had experienced that terrible evening.

The duelist's fierce slap delivered to her with every ounce of strength the noblewoman's athletic body could muster or the way Fiora had looked at her afterwards? An expression of pure agony adorning her beautiful face and hurt cyan eyes ready to burst into tear, before the duelist abruptly dashes away, sobbing all the way to her chambers.

Observations

"You there, have you seen the mistress?"

The elderly man scoffs, he tries to push Shyvana's taloned arm away and then scowls when the dragoness refuses to release his appendage, her superior strength easily keeping the man in place.

"Lady Fiora is sick actually, she has instructed us not to be disturbed her today and ordered for her food to be delivered to her bedroom."

"I will bring it to her."

"No, that won't be possible I am afraid. Lady Fiora has specifically asked for Charles to be the one to bring her meal. You can help the servants in the stable if you are already done with your chores.

Now, if you would excuse me, I have some urgent matters to take care of."

A pointed stare at his hand and Shyvana reluctantly releases the gruff servant. The enslaved maid just huffs in annoyance and then starts walking towards the stable, Fiora's grief-stricken face still fresh on the ashen-haired slave's mind.

Patience

Fiora acts as if the whole kiss incident never happened in the first place when she finally emerges from her chambers.

She keeps the dragoness close and Shyvana silently wonders if the duelist notices her poorly concealed exhaustion when Fiora only starts appointing her the easiest tasks and duties in the manor.

Shyvana still feels kind of awkward, the fact that the duelist hasn't made any advances towards her both frightening and soothing, and the dragoness tries not to pay too much attention to it when she suddenly realizes that most if not all of her new appointed chores seem to centered around the proud noblewoman's daily life and activities.

Question

"Are you afraid of me?"

The usually pompous duelist's hesitantly uttered question easily manages to catch the brooding dragoness completely off guard and Shyvana pauses, one hand still frozen in mid air, narrowed golden eyes still aimlessly wandering towards the clean, freshly washed pile of clothes stacked in front of her before slowly slipping towards her expectant mistress and her anguished cyan lakes of wet shimmering pain.

That's an interesting question, but like with most things in Shyvana's life the enslaved dragoness seems to lack a proper response to the heiress question.

Yes and no, the dragoness hates Fiora's power over her, she undoubtedly despites the cursed choker draining her strength and is certainly terrified of the day the noblewoman inevitably gets bored of her and decides to sell her back to the slavers, but is she really afraid of Fiora as a person?

No, or that's at least what the dragoness tells to herself and she tries not to dwell too much on that matter. The noblewoman is strict and arrogant, yes, but she have never punished or humiliated out of sheer malice and hate like most of the humans she has encountered.

"Only in certain ways, I am certainly afraid of all the terrible things you could do to me, if you so desired." The dragoness answers truthfully and Fiora seems to wilt under her golden gaze, hurt pale blue eyes intentionally avoiding her crush as her eyes suddenly dart towards the carpet.

The tense silence shrouding the room in misery suddenly dissipates when Fiora finally sighs and takes a step forward, her expression forlorn even as her gaze alternates between desperate and determined.

"And what if I released your bindings and instead put on your collar on myself."

The dragoness blinks in surprise, wide golden orbs instantly darting to the duelist's face, scrutinizing the proud woman's fair facial features for any visible signs of humor or deceit, but Fiora's pale gaze can only convey determination and sincerity to the young dragon and that's the first time in Shyvana's whole life when she actually can't help but believe the words of a human.

Reach

Shyvana lays spread in the silken sheets of the noblewoman, Fiora's slumbering form tightly pressed against her chest, short dark bangs concealing the duelist's expression and magical engraved collar visibly strapped around the milky valuable neck of the once proud noblewoman.

The dragoness stares at it intently, her powerful taloned arms tightly wrapped around her new captive's toned pale stomach, easily keeping the sleeping beauty in place.

The pensive dragoness hums in thought, still not quite used to the duelist's new peculiar arrangements and Shyvana briefly stiffens, narrowed golden eyes calmly examining the blushing heiress as she abruptly shifts in her sleep only to stop a few moments later, her head pressed against one of the muscular shoulder of her new owner and a shy but content expression of joy gracing her soft features.

Shyvana can only snort in amusement, the famous duelist was apparently quite the cuddler and yet it is certainly not for the first time that the dragoness silently wonders about the beautiful heiress' real intentions.

Because for all of Fiora's apparent obedience and submissive behavior the dragoness can't help but doubt the heiress' persistent suggestions of sleeping together in case one of her loyal servants tries to free her from the clutches of the dragon while Shyvana is sleeping.

Shyvana had reluctantly agreed after considering her available choices, the idea of using Fiora's safety as a bargaining chip both unnerving and reassuring, but looking at the duelist's alluring form now clinging to her like some kind of love-struck kitten all the while smiling happily the dragoness can't help but wonder if the oddly affectionate duelist was actually the real one benefiting the most from their little sleeping deal.

Scales

Golden eyes narrow dangerously, intently following the duelist's every move as Fiora slowly starts descending, kissing the small rough patches of scarred scaled flesh near the dragoness' chest and stomach all the while still looking at the flustered dragoness, shivers and moan in pleasure.

But then the duelist suddenly stops, she takes a small breath and then shyly glances at Shyvana, pale sky blue eyes now filled with doubt and reluctance staring embarrassingly at feral golden orb practically brimming with lust and hunger.

"Keep going. "

Shyvana's loud dark voice practically dripping with heat and intense desire is the only warning Fiora gets before the dragoness suddenly grabs the duelist's scalp, roughly shoving the duelist's face between her eager inner thighs before the flustered heiress can even comprehend what is actually happening.

"I think I told you to keep going. "

Shyvana's strained voice is a heated whisper, both threatening and pleading at the same time, her lustful urgent tone suddenly reverberating inside the dim lighted chamber and Fiora hesitantly obeys as the dragoness abruptly tosses back her head and roars in delight.

Test

The dragoness takes a single step backwards, her expression determined, fierce warm golden eyes still locked on the crying face of her beloved noblewoman silently observing her from the edge of the path leading inside the forest.

"Shyv… Please don't leave me. I promise that I will do my best to make you happy. Please, I love you."

Another distancing step and the duelist burst into tears, but Shyvana keep moving forward desperately trying to ignore the aching pain in her chest and the pleas of her wailing lover.

She has to do this, she has to escape the vile land of man and test Fiora's sincerity. She has to make sure that all of this time, all the moments they hugged and spent together, all the soft kisses and heated lovemaking and heartfelt word they have exchanged aren't just some kind of sick joke to further torment and humiliate her.

One can never be sure enough with cunning beings as treacherous and despicable as humans after all, and so the dragoness turns her back on the faint path and the heartbroken noble and the wails of her lover and makes a run for it.

Darting between ancient trees, twisted roots and thick foliage even as Fiora's heartrending voice slowly fades away and her own tears finally manage to escape the prison of her closed eyelids, free like herself.

And then the dragoness starts wailing in pain even as her feet keep carrying her forward, farther away from her beloved life-mate.

Urge

The urge to turn back and return to the land of man and her, no doubt heartbroken life-mate, mercilessly torments the poor young dragoness for the majority of the dull lonely days she spends away from her lover.

But Shyvana just grits her teeth and keeps moving forward, her mournful pitiful roars and more than occasional sobs shattering the relative silence of each lover-less night she is forced to spend alone in the dark woods like earth-splitting thunders slamming down to earth with the force of a gigantic sledgehammer as the dragoness heart aches and yearns for her lost lover.

Visitor

Shyvana instantly spots the intruder from her perch atop an oak tree. The woman is clearly injured, malnourished, staggering clumsily between the rocks and roots of the forest's floor with each exhausted footstep she takes and the dragoness dully wonders what kind of brainless idiot decides to trek through an unmapped forest while wearing a magical strength-draining slaver band strapped around her throat. It is apparently her lover.

Winter

The restless sound of passing snowstorms and howling winter gales somehow manages to reach the slumbering dragoness' ears, but Shyvana blatantly ignores it. She just presses a chaste kiss against her life-mate's neck and tightly wraps her arms around her and then goes back to sleep. Fiora smiles in her sleep, her lover's reassuring warmth emanating from her the dragoness' naked body and an abandoned slaver collar mindlessly discarded somewhere inside the floor of their concealed cave.

The End

Writter's note: You know I was waiting for a ranked queue and thought that it would be pretty entertaining to write a word for each letter of the English alphabet and then write small prompts in order to occupy myself while I am waiting for other players. I found some decent words, stopped a few letter short since I could find a word starting with x and then started writing this oneshot and it somehow managed to reach this point.

Now time for some more mature notes. The plot behind the story was based on an idea I had a little while ago after reading some smutty fanfics. The endings of those stories always annoyed me, you see. Since I always found it hard to believe that the captor would be happy after completely destroying the poor victim and everything that made it so special to the villain's eyes.

And then I started wondering. What if there is something more behind those tragic stories, what if the tragedy doesn't for once come from the beaten, abused victim but the actual perpetrator? What if the villain actually falls in love with the now lifeless captive and only realizes it after completely breaking her/ him/ it?

Imagine all the anguish and the tragedy emanating from the knowledge that the captor was the one to utterly destroy that person's identity and the desperate struggle to restore its mind. I liked how fresh the idea sounded and instantly started writing a story about Shyvana and Fiora being sold to LeBlanc as slaves and then lb using her illusions to impersonate Fiora and come closer to Shyv after Fiora somehow escaped or died. The clueless dragoness keeps trying to protect Fiora from LB clone only to later realize that LB was just toying with her all along.

Add some madness since Shyv can't trust her own eyes anymore and her realization that she has slept with the mage, LB trying to atone for her actions and maybe Shyvana dying since she is a hybrid and her human body can't cope with her dragon blood and LB knowing that Shyv's time is running out and there you have it, a heartless masterpiece milking the reader's ( and also the writer's ) salty tears.

Too bad that this plot is so utterly cruel and twisted that I can't possibly bring myself to write that heart-stomping monstrosity even though I think it would make for an good tragedy. Although I might post the introduction chapter at some point since I have already written it. Feel free to borrow the idea if you want to write such a story, the more the merrier, or at least in this case the sadder. You know what I am trying to say right? Have a nice day.