Not that things went quickly, but Evelyn was quickly shocked to find things come to a close, with her only warning being when Gandrev started to suddenly pick up the pace. Several moments later she could feel him tense and then a hot wetness spreading inside her. Naive though she might have been she knew enough about the...mechanics of the act from gossip back at the barracks she had been part of to know that he had finished. And inside her too. She was exhausted, barely able to lift her head to listen to his instructions It does catch her attention when he mentions keeping her gear...if he did, would she ever get back the sacred sword? Was she even worthy to carry it? But she was smart enough to not protest....protesting would be a bad move at this point.<br/><br/>She could hardly keep her feet when the shackles were undone. She was exhausted, humiliated, and an extra dose of uncertainty to boot. Part of her wants to convince herself that she just needed to last the ten days...do her best and maybe Gandrev would help her out. The other part still is convinced she had failed and was simply not worthy to bring light back to the land. It was both a physical and mental exhaustion that forced her to lean on the guard as he tried to get her on her feet. Her body ached, not just from the beating in the arena either. Her chastity was well and truly gone, the wetness still felt between her legs, some leaking down the inside of her thighs. Another disturbing thought...she had rescued a woman from carrying Gandrev's seed earlier...but no one was able to rescue her. Surely it took more than the one time though...