<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Slave_Drejda_200x400.jpg)<br/>Drejda (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297512.msg14565175#msg14565175)<br/>Wood Elf Ranger 3<br/></div></div><br/>Drejda held herself steady as the guard's hands wandered across her body. She was determined not to twitch or move, and the guard made it easy, his fingers not nearly as skilled as Lilian's. She wanted to respond to the pet comment, but couldn't with the gag, and wasn't sure exactly what she should say. She didn't think she was a pet, the few she had seen seemed weak. She was strong. She'd killed at least a dozen human and orc invaders, most of whom had been armed. But she also felt the guard could be mocking her. She tensed slightly as the guard groped her ass, but did not moan. Feeling the fingers trace downwards, her hands were suddenly cut free and pushed back into the cell.<br/><br/>She finally slipped free of the crotch rope, clenching her jaw into the ball gag as a flush of pain flooded to her loins as the rope was finally pulled aside, it passed quickly. She pulled out the ball-gag and threw it aside, spitting to clear the hated taste from her mouth, whilst chewing the air eased her stiff jaw. She reached up to the three point tattoo above her left eye, circling the finger down, across the dash beneath. Though she could not feel it, she knew it was there,marking her an outcast warrior. Her braids where slipping loose though, she would need to find raccoon gut string. She hadn't seen such a creature in these lands, but perhaps there was another that would suffice.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked between the dark haired half-elf who had spoken, about avoiding further pain from her collar, reminding Drejda of her own. But the blond haired half-elf was casting a spell on the guard, leaving her a little confused which was actually the case. “Can we try to escape these trials?”