Eilis drifted, her body needing time and above all peace and rest to recuperate…her mind however had other plans. Ever since she was stable she had drifted back and forth in and out of nightmares.
She couldn’t really see the shapes in front of her, but the whining still was as clear as bells.
[b][i]"I won't do it." [/b]
She heard herself answer, before a dark shape grabbed her wrist, the bony fingers that had grabbed her burned with a freezing cold. One that felt like the stabbing of a thousand needles. A pair of cold and cruel eyes watched her as Eilis cried out in pain, trying to object all the same.  
[b]"Submit Child! You have no say in this matter! Do as you’re told!"
"NO! I won't."[/b]
She fired back with anger pulling herself free before seeing another figure block out her light. The large shape with hungry eyes eyed her carefully. Before she saw something glint, or reflect the little light of the room. A blade was offered to her, a cruel, darkly shaped dagger.
Large hands encompassed hers forcing the cold steel into her hands. 
She heard the whining again, a flash of yellow, or was it brown, it mattered not, she could hear the heartbeat carried through the Aether.
[b]“You can do this Eilis, we can do it together. Once you do you will be able to have everything your heart desires….”[/b] A soft seductive voice offered. [b]“Simply do this one small thing…for me.”[/b]
Innocent eyes stared back at her.
[b]“NO!”[/b] She heard herself scream in revulsion before casting the dagger aside.
Her mind worked more rapidly then, flitting through one moment after another. 
[b]"Then you leave us no choice." [/b]
She felt how cold magic thrust her against the wall, her hands forced above her head and how the Mardras ripped her clothes open.
[b]"Mardras, I beg of you no! NO!NO!" 
"Hush now Eilis, stop your insolence..." [/b]
Spellwoven fingers were set against her skin. She shivered reliving the sensation as the memories brought back a hint of the excruciating pain. Long dark pointy nails dipped in tainted blood drew the lines upon her. 
[b]“Please…”[/b] She breathed in pain.
She had fought so hard, but the magic straps had held. Her torture had continued as he had watched on.
His eyes. She would never forget his eyes. That lifeless look of utter hunger, drinking in her struggle with extreme pleasure. 
He enjoyed this, he even came closer to inspect the Mardras’s handiwork.
She felt his large rough hands upon her bare skin, taking her face in his hand, raising her chin slightly.
[b]“She will be exquisite when we’re done with her.” [/b]As the hand moved down over the lines drawn by the Mardras he ran it over her ribs, almost as if he was counting them.
She wanted to vomit, she wanted to pass out or wake up from this nightmare. She wanted to be far far away…
This wasn't real, this couldn't be real. They weren't really going to go through with this...were they?
Suddenly she felt the strong fingers set against her temples. Invading her mind and forcing her to listen. Forcing her to obey…
[b]“Dear little Eilis,”[/b] A voice inside her mind spoke. His voice, but why did she suddenly stop struggling. Why did her body suddenly act without her willing to do so…
[b]“Kill it Eilis. That is all you have to do. One deep plunge, one stab…that’s all it takes…” [/b]The voice edged on. She felt the straps loosen their grip on her, his hand putting the dagger back into hers.[/i]
[i][b]"Rid yourself of your weakness."[/b][/i]

In the hospital bed Eilis suddenly started turning and twisting. She started protesting and crying. 
She cried out in despair, in pain and in agony. As she violently shook and twisted on her bed the bindings started flashing again. 
First, short bursts, little a flickering light that was having energy issues. 
The bursts of light lit her skin up shocking her again and again in the process, making her convulsions even harder.
The machines she was connected to beeped in alarm, sending out distress signals at Eilis's actions, but as suddenly as it had started it also would suddenly stop. With a final smothering cry, the convulsions ceased. The bindings dimmed and Eilis lays once more still in bed.
What followed was her weeping, sobbing loudly as tears streamed over her face as her eyes had opened but stared lifelessly ahead.
The horrors she had seen in her nightmares again haunted her. Tormented her. Even though she now was awake those eyes were etched into her mind. 
And now she didn't know where she was, what exactly had happened or why she no longer could see anything.
An internal darkness greeted her, eventhough she was quite sure she had opened her eyes. Blinking desperately to get rid of the tears and to convince herself not to panic, she drew broken, unsteady breaths. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for either the darkness to finish her off completely or the light to ease her sorrows.