Lilliana's voice caught in her throat as her astral form watched over the scene.  A grande serpent, another astral figure, wrapped itself around her reassuringly. It's tongue flicking her tear-stained cheek. "When will they stop beating me?" Lilliana inquired, more rhetorically than anything.  "I cannot stay on this plne forevermore."<br/><br/>"I don't know..." The serpent hissed rather soothingly, her voice a sort of ominous echo through the spiritual world. "You obviously know that this beating will leave your body severely weakened, not to put to fine-a-point upon it, but the pain shall be quite intense."<br/><br/>"You are not helpful Nimhe le Rum." She muttered, watching intently as the guards kicked her body around and seemed to grow more angry with the passing time in which they recieved no reaction from her.  What punishment could be worse for a sadist than to deny him the pleasure of a shriek or howl of pain.  Finally though, it ended and the guards dispersed, unsatisfied.<br/><br/>Lilliana heaved an aggrivated sigh and mumbled something about a blindfold and a hellstorm. Nimhe followed suit behind her and coiled around her once again.  The two of them fell back into her body as though plopping into a soft bed.  The pain came to Lilliana instantly and she moaned a little, hoping to keep herself as quiet as possible so as not to attract attention back to her.  She raised her head, hoping the blindfold had come loose in the frey, but it had not.  All she could see were vague outlines.  The clothing she wore was certainly not what she had been wearing when she'd entered.  She mentally checked herself for any soarness of the groin, had she been raped as well?  It didn't seem that way, but the pain of rape could have easily been masked by her throbbing, dizzy head and aching limbs. Her mouth worked to form words, silent though they were.