Adonia's Study - Adonia, Marco, Rhiannon, Sophie<br/><br/>She froze to the spot initially, the scene that was unfolding before her dumbfounded and terrified her. These people seemed so casual about using others as chattels and abusing them for even daring to speak their mind. She was no-ones slave, she was a prisoner and as that she was not going to play their twisted game. Just as the man that had captured her had found, her flame hair was a true indication of her temper and if forced to do something against her will she would lash out with everything at her disposal.<br/><br/>She moved her hand, still covered by the cloak to the door and pushed it until the latch clicked into place. She remained still, watching with wide eyes, gauging each person and how to be wary of them. The position they had left the girl in on the floor scared her; they ignored her predicament once she was no longer of an issue to them, instead choosing to talk over her as if she was not even there, ignoring her angry mumbling, thrashing of her body.<br/><br/>She had never been around people so cruel before, their torture was a mental one, designed to break the strong over time. The commander had been unsubtle in his attempts at discipline, not realising that the pain of the lashes were no worse than that of carrying bundles of sticks so heavy they left strips of bruising for days. He had no clue how to bring her into line she realised that, a hell cat he had called her when after almost a complete day of her behaving and obediently carrying drinks and not uttering a word she had smashed the water pitcher over his head for suggesting that she would be warming his bed that night.<br/><br/>If behaving would see her understanding more about the place she was in then so be it, all she wanted to do was get out and the illusion of co-operation was the best way of attempting that.