<strong>[Tagging Malia]</strong><br/><br/>To say that Mina's life had been upturned would have been an understatement at this point. The young woman had lived in relative peace and comfort, aside from being the plaything of a cruel noble with all of his particular predilections. She had grown used to the idea that by giving in to his every whim, she at least would not have to suffer too much. Was her old life, dancing and begging for scraps, really an improvement over the situation that she had found it in. She had long since gotten to the point where she was telling herself no.<br/><br/>Now she lay in squalor, battered and bruised and chained to another plaything of the former Baron who had the bizarre urge to throw everything away in favor of all the madness of the outside world. Nothing was too terrible to bear compared to what they would be going through because of her actions! Already they had been beaten and defiled. The enraged Baroness had shouted for worse and Mina knows that it is only a matter of time until that end comes for them.<br/><br/>And it was all Malia's fault.<br/><br/>But in the darkness there is one tiny flicker of light remaining. There is still a path of escape possible for them. If the two of them were pleasing enough, they might well be purchased again instead of tortured to death. Anything to keep living would be better than what they were being subjected to at the moment. So Mina tries her best to raise to her knees with the bound Malia; the blonde girl struggling to make her way toward a bucket that no doubt contains half-filthy water as the only means of cleaning up from their abuse. The bruises on her knees sting as they scrape across horrible stone, but it was a thin price to play.<br/><br/><strong>“G-Get up...”</strong>she speaks, almost squeaking out the words with her sore throat to the other woman.<strong>“Get up and help me clean ourselves... you may have ruined everything, but if we're pretty enough I am sure we can catch the eye of somebody rich...”</strong>