Seveline glared at Bastian, not making a sound as her wrists were tied above her. She narrowed her eyes, kicking out at him as he traced his hand down her chest. 'He'd better get used to being disappointed. It'll take a lot to make me cry out.' She thought. There was no fear in her eyes, on hate and spite. She pulled against her bindings but she couldn't break them. Her gaze caught on the whip. 'Whipping me? Oh how original.' She clenched her teeth as the whip hit her face, but made no sound in reaction. As the strokes got harsher and more painful, more forceful, she clenched her tied hands into fists so hard that her nails dug into her palms, but still not a sound. Sooner or later though, she wouldn't be able to hold out like this. The only noise that snuck free was a low whine, one short whine, but nothing more.<br/><br/>Seveline's head turned towards the sound of fighting not far off. Lucky her, it seems Blane had managed to get in with being trapped. She suddenly gasped as the whip cut through her dress, ripping the fabric of the collar lower than she wanted. She returned her gaze to Bastian as he threw the whip aside and strode toward her. 'What now? Cut me up with a knife til I beg for mercy?' As he straddled her legs, making her unable to kick out at him, she hissed and pulled against the ropes that restrained her. But as before she had no luck at getting free. Another gasp as the man pulled down her panties and brushed her skirt up. 'W-what is he thinking?' The girl whined and struggled against him as he ripped the top of her dress lower, whimpering and gasping yet again as he grasped her breasts in his hands. 'No, no!' "Stop!"<br/><br/>Only then did she begin to have fear in her eyes. Sev was absolutely terrified... and that was no simple feat to make her get that point. She whimpered as he plunged his fingers into her harshly, shaking. The second time she cried out, though it was muffled by the gag that still covered her mouth. Her breathing was frantic and gaspy, and she struggled hard with all her strength against him, trying to get away from this torment. 'I can't do anything... I'm not strong enough... oh please Blane, help. Please, please , please come quickly.' She cried out as Bastian bit into her throat, blood running down her wrists from her hands; her nails had dug into her skin so much that she'd caused them to cut through. The girl was beyond acting strong at that point, desperately trying to struggle away from the vampire as he continued to treat her this way. A scream tore from her throat as his fingers dug into her again.<br/><br/>Then suddenly Bastian was off of her and the torment was over. A dark shadow covered her, and finally she managed to break the ropes as they had been weakened by her struggling. As she shifted, she realized it was a coat. Her gaze was blurry and fogged over as she was half passed out from the trauma and pain she was in. She managed to recognize the shape that had defended her though. "B-Blane..." She had taken off the gag and was coughing horribly. She noticed the way the boy politely kept his gaze off of her half exposed body, glad that at least he had the thought to act as a gentleman in this situation. She weaker wrapped her arms around behind his neck as he took her into his arms, laying her head weakly against his shoulder. Pain coursed through her like poison, burning her from the inside out mercilessly.<br/><br/>Seveline staggered a bit as she was placed back on her feet once they'd gotten away from the tormenting trap that she had been in. "I-I'm fine." She whispered, though she knew she was far from that. "Thanks to y-you." Her strength had returned a bit, though now that she wasn't distracted by her fear and paralyzing shock from before the full effect of the pain was hitting her hard. She coughed and was shaking horribly, her gaze faded and blurry. She gently managed to take the sword from Blane, but suddenly staggered and collapsed to her knees before falling onto her side. She had no strength left to stand, she had no strength left to keep herself conscious; but she was fighting the darkness to stay awake as long as she could. Her body was shaking, her blue eyes lit with agony and suffering, though barely open.