He walked her past her home, then turned the stallion to the road, leading her back the way she'd come from earlier, only now she was exposed, her skin and the ragged remains of her clothing coated in dirt and cum and a little blood.  Her hair was matted and stiff with the drying horse cum.<br/><br/>It was early and there were lights and people and noise in the town.  As Brom rode in, trailing his prize the people stopped and looked over.  The people she'd known her entire life...  and not a one made any effort to help her, not even to speak out directly.  Sure, they would curse and rant once the Lordling was gone, she'd witnessed it herself more than once as others were taken by one of the Percivans.<br/><br/>Not even Adrianna, born the same night as Felicity and her unshakable and trusted friend did anything more than cry and run from the sight of the girl who might as well be her sister being walked through town naked and filthy from use.