Dark thoughts clouded Rasha's minds as she dwelt on 'once-been' and 'never-agains', her expression twisted into a canvas of anger, hate and pain directed at herself, the world, Siva and his wretched Menoth. Her breath was ragged, and breathing out hurt her broken rib enough to make her shudder with each breath. She felt the fingers caressing her skin, wiping away her tears, but only lowly hissed at their owner. Chin forced up, she met Siva's gaze with an ice-cold glare filled with frigid hate. The sight of him smiling at her only made Rasha loathe the paladin more. He was weak, merciful, which only made her imprisonment in his hands hurt more.<br/><br/>Rasha frowned when he tried to draw her attention by speaking, and smoothed out her expression, making sure Siva felt like he was dealing with ice-cold steel. She growled as she tugged her over by the rope collar, but relaxed a little when placed her head on his lap. Rasha winced, closing her eyes tightly as his fingers toyed with her blood-red hair. How many times had she and S'rynn done this during those quiet hours? Not enough for their love to be sated, and too many times to forget. She blinked another teardrop away. Her heart hurt more than her broken rib or marked rear, she could bear those physical woes but those memories of hers were too much to endure.<br/><br/><b>"There is no reason to get upset at the weaves of fate, Menoth has a plan for us all."</b><br/><br/>Eyes flew wide open, and Rasha's cold hatred ignited into anger as she let out an anguished cry.<i> "Fuck you! Fuck your Menoth! If this fate of mine is his plan then he can rot in the worst hell! "</i>She sat up, ready to assault Siva despite her bound arms when the squire barged in. His presence, and Siva's response bought enough time for Rasha's pain to grow stronger than her fury, and she sank back down on his lap while shivering beneath his gentle touch. Hating him for being as tender as the sister she had loved, hating him for not being a cruel slaver, and instead acting this nice while at the same time keeping her away from her daughters. She shivered as his fingers caressed her bare body, and muttered in her native tongue, wishing it was S'rynn who was touching her right now, not Siva.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>