<div class="floatleft">(http://s26.postimg.org/lmc4ae15h/Bondage.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Aleria</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gilded Cage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><br/>When<strong>Aleria</strong>found hereself of thirst and hunger, first it was mild discomfort, but added to the strong curse placed on her, she could barely move. Her strength sapped again, beyond crazy. Something as common as standing up was an chore, let alone do something. She laid on the exquisite bed, trying to conserve her self and consentrate on breathing. There was nothing she could do. Sure, she could beg.. but why would her father listen? It was him who had put her to this place, to this cage, and there must have been an reason for him to do so. Was he killing her? To fulfill some sadistic mindgame? The demon had got all it was going to get anyway. No pact was struct with it.<br/><br/>Her higher mind kept reign so she decided to endure what was coming, and try to find out why her father had done this to her.<br/><br/>As she laid there, her mind begun to wander. She was visited by mirages of her past, all those ´good´memories, which were few and far apart, to the steer lessons her father had kept. Now, as she was wiser and knew how monstrous he really were, those lessons were not only steer, but harsh and full of vile spite. How could have been so blind ? One thing she learned was that they shared no family resemblance, which was a bit odd, not to think of it. Where she was fair skinned and delicate, her father was of stocky side and dark complexion. His hair was almost jet black, where her hair was flaming red. Sure, all those could have been of an change, but there was more... something intangible, she could not put her finger into, as they were only mirages of fainted mind, where they not?