Amora sat there on a tree trunk while Lotor went elsewhere. She didn't even think about loosening the knot tying her to the stump, nor did she move an inch. She simply stared blankly, her mind lost in thought. By the time Lotor came back, Amora was no longer crying, but she wasn't doing anything else, which was concerning to Lotor. He stooped down to untie the rope from around her ankle, she didn't even notice. He looked at her, huffing with impatience, "Do I have to carry you?" Not even bothering to wait for her to reply, he scooped her up like a groom would his bride and walking further into the forest.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Night soon fell, and Lotor was stoking the fire, Amora lay on her side in a feeble position. She couldn't understand, Drinian had lied to her?<span style="font-style: italic">No! It couldn't have been that. He wouldn't have hurt me... would he? His wife...</span><br/><br/>She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Lotor standing over her until he forced her onto her back. She did nothing to stop it. With Drinian out of the way, Lotor could do as he wished. Amora could do nothing to stop it. He began with gentle kisses in the hollow of her neck, soon getting rougher and rougher before he pulled her skirt away from her legs. Amora shut her eyes, bracing herself for Lotor's lust to be fulfilled.<br/><br/>When he finally laid back on the ground beside her, looking very content with himself, Amora was on the brink- nay, she was in utter despair. While Lotor lay sleeping, Amora thought of the one she lost, and wept silently.