A whimper fell from Rasha's lips as she closed her eyes, wishing Siva and this place gone as the truth in his words haunted her soul. Three times had she struggled to defy, and three times she had lost, and now she bore his wretched mark on her flesh. The satyxis knew that even if she found a way to escape, nothing she could ever do would undo the cloud of shame that would forever hang around her, a black mark in her bloodline that her kin would awkwardly try to ignore. She tensed as Siva spoke of Menoth and Toruk, his touch along her ass only increasing the lingering pain of the burning brand.<i>"Embraced by Menoth? All you have brought me is pain and shame, committed in his name. The Dragonfather might not care about me, but neither does Menoth care about you, your god is dead and long gone while Toruk's eternal rule grows closer every day."</i><br/><br/>Fresh tears rose from Rasha's eyes as Siva's hand cruelly teased her ass, running down her cheeks in the paths carved by her older tears as he reduced her to nothing but property in his words. Spite and bile rising as he made her look into his cloud blue eyes, winching as he forced a plate-wrapped finger inside her tight snatch, making Rasha whimper once more, her claws digging into the steel of the bars as he pressed his thumb tightly against her ass.<i>"Y-you fool... you and all of w-western Immoren lost to C-Cryx centuries ago, you just d-don't know it yet. W-want a chance to survive? Unite all the iron kingdoms, and you might delay things for a while. Go a-ahead, try, we both know it's a fool's errand."</i>She cried in pain as he forced his thumb past her spincter into her virgin hole without any form of lube, removing any potential for pleasure as he roughly fingered both her holes.<br/><br/><i>"Please... stop..."</i>Rasha begged as he further derided her, struggling weakly as he lifted her in the air, making the pain all the much worse as those digits sank inside her until she sat there on his hand, small wet beads rolling down her inner thighs from her moistening folds. The irony of her pleading lost on her, considering how her own victims must've begged and pleaded for their lives, but Rasha simply wished for the pain to be gone at this point. This was not how her fate was supposed to go, this could not be how her life was doomed to go.<i>"Why..."</i>She sobbed.<i>"Why don't you just kill me and be done with it?"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>