<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/15h9Mim.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Eidoma Carinweiss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14251911#msg14251911)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pen<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Slaveplay, bondage, dark themes<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, hardly mentions others<br/><hr/>Had it only been one day? Ido had almost lost her strength completely. She knew that she hadn’t been here long. She hadn’t slept, of course, she didn’t need to, but resting at all was next to impossible. It felt like every part of her body was aching. She was soar, beaten, and nearly void of hope. Her slave gown had been used before, so it was disgusting, soiled, smelly and torn. It didn’t protect her from anything, cut to short and frayed even further. They had given her atrocious sandals that did little to protect her at all. The chains around her wrists were already starting to chafe at the skin there.<br/><br/>She had been laying down against the wall, on her side, her back safely against the stone where no one could sneak up behind her. The guards were bad, her fellow prisoners were worse. They wouldn’t let her drink the water, and they’d only helped her expose more of her skin from the torn and useless gown that was clinging to her shoulders. She’d been crying more than the others had.<br/><br/>It was a hard reality for her to face. Being a slave was the worst thing she could have imagined. Unable to cast a spell, she had no protection for herself, or even a way to relieve the pain that she was feeling by curing her own wounds. Eidoma could think about little more than her mother. Another slave had asked her what had happened to her the night before. “I was careless.” It had been the only words she’d spoken since she’d been in chains.<br/><br/>With the sounds of the guards approaching, she rolled away from the wall to stand up. Yesterday, she’d been beaten for laying down. It wouldn’t happen again. She got to her feet as well as the larger beings holding her in custody lifted the bars. The battered dwarven woman that had landed on the ground stole all of Ido’s attention. Eldeth was much stronger than she, both mentally and physically. Yet, there she was, motionless until it was time for her to spit blood and moan. Tears started to form in the young human’s eyes, but she was too dehydrated to cry. So instead, it was just horror. She heard her master call to her by the name of ‘blue tongue’, and she inhaled sharply, as if the very notion of that identifier was painful for her to hear.<br/><br/>Her feet were carrying her toward him, rattling as she walked, knees shaking and her eyes casted down to the cold dark floor. She wanted to behave, she didn’t want to inspire any more lessons for the others to watch. Being only one day in, a stronger person might have had the tenacity to resist. But Eidoma was only trying to avoid punishment. She was very nearly broken already, and none of the drow had even used her yet, not the way she had expected them too. It had only been work so far, and punishment, cleaning and beating.<br/><br/>It would get worse. She was certain.<br/>