“Gods above!” the buxom redhead cried out as she noticed the petite and slender beauty lying abused and exhausted in the shadow of the well.  “What did they do to her?”<br/><br/>The giantess broke into a run to get to the side of the petite damsel—maiden no more.  She gave  a disgusted whimper when she realized what the sticky stuff all over the other girl was, but didn't hesitate to check her pulse, her breathing, then the energies radiating from various chackras.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Behind Yume, Sakura froze for a moment.  Vastly older than she looked, the elemental girl had been in Canticle's position a good many times in her life, some of them more willing than others.  She wasn't sure if she was disturbed or relieved to find that the memory of those times had been significantly dulled by the spells Yume and Suna wrought together to segregate her from her previous incarnation and restore her innocence.<br/><br/>Sakura whimpered a little because she couldn't tell if she was excited or terrified to relearn that sensation of exhaustion and helplessness, overcome by lust and used for the pleasure of men...<br/><br/>Gods!  It was so good...<br/><br/>Wasn't it?<br/><br/>It was so hard to remember!<br/><br/>The tattoo on the raven haired elemental girl's back writhed subtly, the emerald scaled dragon stirring in her regenerative slumber.  Sakura gave a little yelp, then sprang into action, drawing towels, blankets, and even a collapsible trevoy from the two girls backpacks.<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>Yume took one of the towels and wet it carefully with water from the well.  She passed another cup to Sakura, “She's dehydrated,” Yume snarled, “Those bastards didn't even give her a drink before they violated her!”<br/><br/>The redheaded giantess's fists clenched and for a split second she trembled with rage.  Sakura didn't pause to comfort her friend, but moved to gently pour a sip of water between canticle's lips and stroke her throat gently.<br/><br/>Noticing the orichalcum bangles on their patients wrists, Sakura murmured, “Who were they?”<br/><br/>“What do you mean?” Yume inquired, not immediately understanding as she worked to clean Canticle's much abused body.  She noticed, then, the orichalcum sunburst embedded in the other girl's navel, with the huge emerald sat in it.  Yume gasped in shock.  “She's...”  She blinked.  “She's like me!”  The redhead reflexively went back to cleaning her patient's unconscious form as Sakura slowly gave her more water.  Bit by bit, Sakura—though still unconscious—grew strong enough to swallow on her own when she felt the water touch her parched throat.<br/><br/>When the bath was done, the girl's wrapped their patient in blankets and carried her away on the trevoy, looking for a country in or prosperous farmhouse where they could rent a room for the night.<br/><br/>“Who could have done this to one of us, Sakura?”<br/><br/>The raven haired elemental bit her lip for a moment, then finally whispered.  “Men, Yume-chan.  The lusts of men are more powerful than you understand.  When a man is empowered by them, either you strike first and strike hard, or you surrender to his desire and become his plaything for as long as he wills it.”  Her fair cheeks burned at the admission.<br/>