<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3646857#msg3646857">Quote from: Josietta on 18-09-2010, 00:31:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the whip came out of  nowhere a squeal escaped the young raven haired beauty.  With a firm grip  of the whip released, Abigail tried to put a distance from his grasp. The tenderness of her scalp was felt as soon as her hair was released from his opposite hand. She noticed he stepped away and it confused her, but thought maybe he had thought further on what he was doing to her. She almost gave a smile of triumph but she then noticed his book. There had been talk of witches and healers but this was something she had not witnessed personally. The young female had no idea of what to expect and looked almost panicked by the authority of his voice as it reached out and chilled her to the bone. <br/><br/><em>Leviathan.</em><br/><br/>She knew little about things but had heard tales of such sea monsters from different bardic songs that passed around through her years traveling with her father. Streams of cold water flowing over her form made her shiver and her teeth chattered some before she suddenly felt the temperature rise and steam around her. The entire act of what was happening confused and frightened Abigail. Fears of drowning in the depths of the water suddenly washed over her and she started to cry out for help, for a release of the torturous assault on her mind. As soon as the waves began to push on with a rough intent she gasped and flailed some, trying to find her way out of the torrential waters. The reality was lost on her and she was deep in the depths of her mind where the waters threatened their force upon her, drowning her slowly, slowly drowning her will. She would be thankful to any who rescued her now. <br/><br/>As soon as it was thought, the prayers answered if you will, she felt her body being washed ashore. Her limbs were weak and her body spent as she lay there and used what little energy left to glance upward. She lay before the holy man breathing hard and shivering. A thankful glance in his direction let her know she was glad the elemental assault had stopped and she could not fight them to any degree of triumph. Her silken milky white legs curled up under her ample form and her arms wrapped around her shivering as she lay at his feet, almost afraid to move.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He looked down at his slave from above. He looked younger now, and the book he used was absent from his hands. Now he spoke from memory, gesturing along with the words. Suddenly she rose, lifted by column of water pushing her, buoying her, from below. Angelic voices began to sing around them, the irresistible sound of the sirens song. The water spirits continued to claw their way ashore, singing as the holy man spoke the words of the ritual across her body. Waves began to crash over them, bringing a larger audience of water spirits. Her vulnerable body slammed against the water column as wave after wave pummeled her. The holy man stood soaked and dripping from the waves, being battered just as much as her, but still standing over her as she lay on the water column alter.<br/><br/>The water spirits began to dance, and the waves came harder. The energy forming around and crashing against them became so strong that it battered the holy man’s robes free from his body, leaving him naked, but still standing over her as the massive, powerful waves continued to slam against them. The sounds of the sea now nearly eclipsed the song of the sirens, and the waves crested over them with such force and frequency that it was certain they would soon drown.<br/><br/>The dancing spirits then merged with the waves, the magical energies still ever increasing as the holy man spoke the ancient verses. The spirits formed a bubble of air around their worshipers, the waves continued to crash against the wall or water, but they no longer touched the holy man or his prize. The column continued to hold her in place, the crashing waves replaced by sentient-seeming tendrils emanating from its surface, adjusting her position on the column and binding her silky limbs to the column like wet rope, locking her to its fluid surface. He was now in a position to take her; to fill her. The tendrils flowing over the surface of her body immobilizing her in place to be taken.