Trix forced herself to look forward, eyes fixated on the many plants in her apothecary. She could hear his heavy breathing, heard his rope belt undone, the sliding of cloth as she assumed his trousers were done. The tears were already beginning to fill her eyes, her entire body clenching, not ready for what was about to happen. She just hoped he'd do as she'd pleaded, and let her dogs live after he was through with her. The terror of it was making her sick, her entire body shaking. The words of his companion brought a whole other realization. What if he joined in? That would be so much worse, let alone if he just watched and helped her be raped. 

She felt the man kneel on the floor, before he gripped her leg hard. But she forced herself to not gasp in pain, gritting her teeth, as he dragged her across the wooden floorboards. Her legs were spread around his, her temporary modest maintained by the length of her dress. Her breath was fast coming, panic fully taking over as she just forced herself to be somewhere else. She didn't hear his words, bracing herself for the pain she knew to be coming. 

A slice across her back was not what she was expecting, and she cried out, loudly. Her body was suddenly thrashing, not caring about her resolve, scrambling to get away from the blade. But his grip on her was steel, and he continued slashing at her dress, her skin flaying open on nearly every single one. Her back was exposed to the air, cold at first, as she felt warm blood running over her skin. Her dress was slashed down the middle until it was nothing more than a ragged rug beneath her. Her sobs from the pain were loud, as she continued to try and claw and pull away from him, as her undergarments were cut away, naked before a man for the first time in her life. 

Soon his free hand was groping at her legs, her ass, pinching, before she yelped as he slapped her ass so hard she was sure there'd be a bruise later. She startled as the knife slammed down next to her. She wanted to look to see if she could reach it, but as soon her legs were spread apart, and something smooth and hard was against her flesh, she realized it was time. She forced her eyes shut, clenched her entire body, feeling the hot tears force their way out. She would not scream during this. That's what he wanted. Her hands were fists pressing hard against the wooden floor, her breath held during this agonizing wait. 

But it never came.

There was a curse in a language she didn't recognize, and she felt his legs scrambling, and suddenly he was standing. Her eyes opened, and she looked back over her shoulder. Jasper was looking away, and in a moment of distraction, Trix considered grabbing the knife that had been used to cut her, hiding it in the rags that was her dress, beneath her. But she didn't. That would just bring her more pain. She watched him stand back, trying to rub the tears from her eyes to see more clearly. Another Screamer walked in, one that seemed more terrifying than the other two, but in a different way. He seemed quiet, calm, dangerous. The scar across his face and the blood from his recent fighting didn't help.

Then he spoke, indicating her near rapist as Jasper. When he was told to leave her alone, she wondered if she was just being taken away from one monster to an even worse one. Her legs were closed as she began to curl up in herself, trying to not all out sob as this man looked down on her. And it was confirmed when he said that he was taking her. A brief moment found her wishing that it was the first man, he seemed less dangerous, if more brash and loud. But then the weight of his words truly hit her. The other man apparently had a reputation for... making slaves disappear and this man wasn't going to tolerate it. Was he a superior? And did that mean he wouldn't rape her as the other was going to?

The man's tired voice spoke, now kneeling next to her, pushing her hair from her face. Her tear stained eyes didn't have the courage to look at him. Her pups were still alive at least. And this man didn't seem interested in them, so there was small victory for her pain. 

Then he told her she needed to pack a few things, and she realized that she truly was his now. His slave. Because he was stronger than her, because he could kill her. She weakly stood up, wincing at the pain across her back, holding the ruined dress against her naked body, trying to maintain some modesty, some comfort. Her mind tried to focus, as her dogs were immediately at her side. She tried to block out the pain, the fear, the panic, the nausea. If she was going to be taken as a slave, she needed to be a useful one. Which meant she'd need her tools. 

She quickly pulled on some of her work clothes, for those didn't matter if they were stained with blood. Then she realized, that probably didn't matter either. She'd always heard slaves barely had more than grungy rags, when owned by Screamers. She grabbed her pack, her toolkit and coin purse, a much lighter coin purse as she'd paid her loan payment earlier. She'd had a bunch of her savings converted to gems, for easier storage and carrying. She thought she had everything, when her eyes fell on one last item. It was the book she'd received after the tournament. She'd not taken the time to read it. She grabbed it and stuffed in on top. Then she realized that her coin purse wasn't hidden well. So she took the gems out of it, opened her toolkit, and dropped them into a skin of incredibly foul smelling oil. It wouldn't hurt them, they couldn't be seen therein, and couldn't be heard. Once everything was in place, she pulled on her work boots, for her gardening, and turned back to Asher.

Her eyes still couldn't find his, and she winced as she slung her pack over her shoulder, sliding her coin purse, that just had some golds and silvers left in it, in her pocket. She didn't speak, staying out of his reach, her pups growling between the pair of them, but she shooshed them. Still not meeting his eyes, crying as she knew she was about to leave her home, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Can... can I bring my pups with me? They can't live on their own, and I'm their mother." [/b][/i][/color] She didn't know what else to do, or to say, so she stood there in silence, awaiting his words, and for him to rip her away from everything she knew and loved.