Struggling, Rasha fought to get a foothold on Siva's armour as the pair of them engaged in a deathly tug-o-war game. As the paladin pulled those chain slowly away from his neck, Rasha found the purchase she needed. Her feet resting on his hip-plated, she grinned sadistically as she pulled on that chain with renewed force, slowly bringing the chain closer to Siva's neck again while both their arms trembled in the effort.<i>"This is how you come to your end, you wretch, abandoned by your god and strangled by a prisoner's chains." </i>She hissed in his ears as the man called for help, moving in for the kill while her head pounded with her bloodlust.<br/><br/>But Siva had an advantage Rasha did not, the Satyxis alone and without the help of her sisters, unlike Siva, who now had his squires rushing to his aid. Their blows were weak and without skill, but Rasha could not use her arms to defend herself from their fists. She slipped and her footing escape her. A kick to the knee briefly disabled one of the teens, but the other was still swinging his fists at her, buying their master the time and distraction he needed. Rasha couldn't react as he tossed her over his head, into the wall. She hit it hard, and her vision briefly went white as the pain flashed through her body. A sharp surge of pain in her side as she smacked into the floor told her previously bruised rib was now broken. She gasped for air, trying to push herself up again, but the squires's feet kicked her back to the ground before she could rise.<br/><br/>Still, even as they tightly gripped her arms Rasha fought back against the two young men, one nearly losing an eye to her sharp nails. She was however tired, underfed and in serious pain, and if her struggle with Siva hadn't worn her out, both of them would surely met their end at the Satyxis's hand now. As it was, they managed to press her firmly against the wooden bench, bloodied and bruised for their effort. She howled in rage as they spit on her, very much resembling an animal more than a person at this point. Any tactic or thought to her actions had left her as soon as she had his the ground earlier.<br/><br/>Her stamina did not last forever, and soon she hung defeated between the two squires, panting as she tried to recover and and form a plan of action. Panic hit her as she heard the hiss of hot iron, looking over her back to see Siva admire the red-hot brand.<i>"No! No no no! Stop!"</i>She renewed her struggles once more, in a desperate flurry as their tore the rags from her body, exposing her flesh to their hungry gaze. Without a doubt, Rasha was beautiful, her well-build and athletic form easily rivaling that of the most beautiful women of the protectorate. Beauty was inevitably tied to her bloodline. From her fair and firm breasts to a a glorious ass, Rasha oozed sex appeal. That she and the rest of her vile race were sadistic murderers of the cruelest sort did little to stop men fantasizing about the Satyxis.<br/><br/>It was perhaps the first time that Siva and his squires had laid eyes upon a bare, unprotected feminine sex, which seemed to be almost inviting them to touch it while Rasha still squirmed and struggled. She cried out in pain as he grabbed and tugged on her horn, extremely discomforting her as he forced her to watch.<i> "Aaaah! Not the horns, let go! No! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!"</i>Half the ship must've heard Rasha scream in agony as the red-hot metal pressed against the soft pale skin of her butt. Her hands balled up into fists as tears born from the burning pain roll down her cheeks. She whimpered and sobbed, collapsing into a pile as they let go of her.<br/><br/>A hateful glare full of spite turned to Siva, while Rasha hissed between her teeth.<i>"I will kill you, your family, everyone you've ever spoken to for this insult. I will torture you and make you bleed and will drag out your death until you're begging for the mercy of the abyss, and when you finally breathe your last I will trap your soul in a cage specifically made just for it while I have my sisters re-animate your body and make it into a bonejack that will feast on the flesh of every single one of you rotten Menoth worshippers!"</i>Fury burned in her eyes, her fighting spirit only burning brighter even if she lacked the strength to raise her hand against him right now.<br/><br/>Rasha winced as he pulled her up, and pressed her against the cold steel bars of her cage, her hands wrapping around those bars while she tried futilely to shove him off her. Her naked body hot and vulnerable against his cold armour.<i>"You are going to regret this, this I promise to you..."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>