Ellariya clenched her teeth at his words. "<i>You are mine, and as such I will use you how I wish to." <br/>
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"Lead them? lead them as who? When that has come i would be only a drop of what i once was by the hands of people like you!"</i>She gripped the knife as her hand began to shake from sheer strength of it, digging her nails deeper into her flesh.<br/><br/>Perhaps it would be better off if everything would come to an end, there was nothing left for her back in Egypt none she knew had likely survived none to even know her. And if they were would they care to let a used up whore of a noble woman to lead them? She pulled the knife away gripping it backwards, ready to thrust it clean into her chest, Yet... the strength abandoned her as the dagger from her grip replaced by tears traversing down her cheek onto her palms. She clasped the tattered fabric of her garb as a squeal left her barely audible.<br/><br/>Ellariya sat there motionless for a good few minutes before springing to life again looking up at Owen. "Wha- what do you want of me if not my body?" she walked across the room towards a vertical mirror, beautifully adorned by gold. "Am i able to bathe this filth off of me before you have a need for me?" she stood there tracing a hand across her bruised lip up to her battered face.