Welcome to Gaia! ::

Wynter struggled to keep her mind clear, all the sheer utter ******** rage threatening to boil over. She wanted to grab the nearest glass on the table and shank him with it. She wanted to grab a chair and beat him bloody. She wanted to do so many things in that moment, but she couldn't do anything. Helpless, helpless, helpless.

Wynter felt like the terrified little girl at the mercy of her father's rage all over again. How many weeks, months, years of her life did she live like that? Trapped in the corner of the small room, victim to the drunken fits, curses, beatings and every whim of the man who called himself a father to her. Following the system never worked. Cleaning the filthy "home" of theirs never worked, apologizing never worked, doing what he asked was wrong. Everything. Was. Always. Wrong. Going against it all wasn't any different. It always circled back to... this. This feeling of weakness, helplessness. NONE OF IT EVER ******** CHANGED.

Her eyes shot up to Chii stepping up, eyes going wide with terror as she approached him. No, no no no please no- Tears pricked the corners of her eyes when the chimera started sobbing, reduced to such an awful state on that table underneath the sick b*****d. She flinched when he commanded her not to leave, her eyes sticking to the ground at Chii's desperate plea for her to not look at what was about to happen.

Her wide eyes were glued to the ground as her hands came up to cover her ears. She was frozen to that spot, condemned to sit here and bear witness to the closest thing she could call a friend get bent over a table and raped. Like the girl was absolutely nothing, just something to break and use.

"You're ******** pathetic... I hope Jun tears you the ******** apart."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, all she was left with was her hateful words. There was nothing she could do for Chii, and it made her absolutely sick with herself.

I'm sorry Chii... I'm so sorry...

Wynter wasn't sure if the horrifying scene in front of her was a result of desperate delusion on her part, or if Banzai really did just have his head swiped clean off his shoulders. The sickening thud of his head hitting the wall sounded too real to be anything of her imagination...

The girl dared to slowly move her gaze to look at... Jun? A mixture of confusion and fear slammed into her gut at the sight of the figure. Everything about him right now was- wrong. She didn't have too much time to worry about who he was, because he was clearly just as bad, if not totally WORSE than the general. She felt weak in her knees, she wasn't sure if she wanted to retch or follow Chii's lead and pass the ******** out.

Throw themselves.. ON ******** KENT? EXCUSE HIM? She snapped out of her little daze, panic coursing through her as he marched with poor Chii in tow towards her. Fight or flight, fight or flight, fight or flight- There was no ******** way she'd be able to do s**t against whatever the hell he was!

Wynter ******** booked it. She tore off her heels so fast and went straight for the door. Where she was going? She couldn't even think of anywhere that she could run, all that she could think about was NOT standing there like a scared deer and getting caught up with THAT THING. Running around the castle in her undergarments was preferable to getting the s**t beat out of her by him.

What the ********! What the ********! What the ********! What the ********! What the ********>

Wynter thought she had made it out the door, a flicker of hope lighting up in her chest... Only for it to be snuffed out in a half second. She let out a short shriek as he caught her by the hair, always the ******** hair. She landed rather ungracefully on the floor, wincing at the impact. She was so sick of being thrown like a rag doll everywhere...

The girl recovered as quickly as she should, silver eyes lit with terror. She looked like a trapped animal as he came walking over. She shuffled back a little, holding herself up on her elbows.

Wynter's blood went ice cold as he mentioned her virginity. She hadn't said anything to Jun- Whoever the ******** this was about it- How did he come to that conclusion just by looking at her?! Her light skin went even paler, all the color draining out of her face.

If life hadn't thrown her a few bones, she would have lost it at the tender age of ten. She caught herself wishing she didn't have it more often than she wanted. Not because she wanted sex, so she didn't have anything else worth taking away from her. Being worthless was useful, safe...

"I-I'm not- You- LET ME THE ******** GO-"

What hurt the most about all of this is that it had been coming for so long, and she was out of cards to play. Her resistance was totally useless... But she kicked and thrashed and screamed at him anyways on the way there.

((I will!! ^^))

Panic seized Wynter's chest with an iron fist, her lungs filling and forcing out air faster than her mind could keep up with. The screaming and thrashing only wore her out more, she couldn't think about anything else but how terrified she was. She wanted to be strong, to face this with some sort of indifference... Yet here she was, thrashing around like a butterfly caught in web, so totally helpless and pathetic. She was stupid for flying into the web in the first place.

The wintry girl seemed to freeze after she was thrown on the bed along with Chii. Her wide eyes shot to the chimera once she was given a command, and then down at the torn strips of fabric. Her chest tightened. Chii had softened her up so much... There was no way she was going to hurt her to put off the inevitable. It was sick and twisted to make her do it.

Wynter laid on her back and... just sat there. Her eyes still burned a feral silver, but she wasn't raising a hand to Chii. She'd fight this fight against whoever the hell this was, not her. She refused to cry, but she could feel her throat tighten, her eyes sting.

Did you really think it would happen any other way?

Was it that bad if she hoped it would have? That maybe someone out there would have been kind enough to show her that it didn't have to be this way. Love seemed like some ******** up kind of myth... Something you read about in books and saw in plays.

"...Rot in hell."

Wynter stared right at him, voice trembling from adrenaline and fear. No clue how ironic that line was.

Wynter felt a chill race down her spine at that, clenching her jaw so hard it hurt her teeth. It seemed like no matter how hard she hit rock bottom, she always fell through another hole and sunk deeper. There was always a new low.

The girl found some form of courage when poor Chii got her face slammed into the nightstand, screaming at him in rage, throwing out the ugliest words and phrases she could think of. Her words fell on deaf ears, and she was left with nothing to do but fight like ******** hell against being tied up, as pathetic and useless as it really was. She thrashed, kicked, screamed, and she didn't notice the inner struggle the man was having until snatched her arm with a painful grip.

Her eyes zipped back and forth between his strained face and her arm, confusion and terror flooding her body at the purple flames that came soon after. After about a second of her mouth opening, she let out a loud screech. It felt like the nerves in her arm were dipped in kerosene and lit on fire.

"LET GO LET GO LET GO LET GO-!"

Wynter shrieked at him, the tears that had gathered in her eyes spilling down her cheeks. Relief flooded her chest as she watched him pass out, instantly curling up as much as she could against the headboard. Her gaze snapped up to her arm, horrified by the brand burned onto her skin. It throbbed hard, she felt like it was about to fall off her body. What the hell did that mean-?!

The slave dared look over at him now, recoiling at the change in appearance again. She wasn't sure what was more shocking, the fact it was definitely Jun now, or that he was passed the ******** out.

Her eyes widened once that dawned on her. He was passed out. She didn't know what happened, why it happened, how it happened... and she wasn't going to sit here and wonder about it when he could get up at any second. Her eyes darted from him to her hands, heart pounding heavily in her chest. She tugged at the strips of fabric, pissed that they held her there pretty well. There was literally nothing to help her. It didn't help that her one arm was hard to move without her nerves screaming at ********, ********! Stupid ******** son of a-

Wynter pulled and yanked and cursed at her hands for a few minutes, knocking the back of her head against the headboard in anger after her failed attempts. She stayed like that for a few seconds, quiet tears falling down her face. She couldn't stop her body from shaking, a tremor that stayed and intensified with every moment that passed.

Her gaze moved to the side, where poor Chii had been knocked out. She really hoped the other slave would be okay, she had her head slammed on that nightstand so hard... She couldn't help but dread when Jun would wake up. Would it be right back to business?

Wynter's eyes had been on the ceiling for hours now. Or she thought they had, she wasn't sure how much time had passed at this point. Enough that she was really hungry, and her arms hurt so bad from being held up by the ripped sheets. She had been too rattled to dare attempt sleeping. Jun could wake up while she was asleep, and she didn't want to wake up to anything horrible. She had only dozed off for a few minutes at a time. She had actually started to worry that Chii wasn't just unconscious, what if those blows to the nightstand ended up killing her?

Luckily, she could hear her soft groaning from where the girl had been laying for the past... god she couldn't even guess. She felt a wave of relief as she suddenly hopped up and helped untie her. She winced as she brought her arms down, rubbing her wrists. They felt ready to fall off of her body.

"I'm fine... He didn't do anything." Wynter paused, immediately looking down at her arm where the dark brand was. She felt sick with confusion looking at it. She didn't know what it meant, but go she knew it had to mean something bad. "He passed out before he, um... finish what he started."

Wynter shook her head quietly, before looking Chii over. She was really glad she was awake and okay... It had been eating at her that she could have been dead. All because she refused to tie her up for the sick thing she was supposed to be put through.

"How is your head? You've been out for a really long time... Has he done that before?"

The slave gestured at his unconscious body. Something about it was really off, Jun was a ******** piece of s**t, but he had a different air about him when this happened.

Wynter's face went a bit pale at hearing this had happened before, and that was why Zuni had been banged up so horribly. Her eyes went over to Jun, and then back and Chii. All she could see was Zuni's horribly broken body as she was dragged through the cells right before Jun came and picked a new one out. She wondered what would have become of her if she hadn't been dragged out, what other hell would she be living right now?

"I thought he was just a piece of s**t, turns out he's an insane piece of s**t..."

Wynter muttered. She wanted to just blame it on mood swings, but this felt a lot more extreme.

The girl jumped slightly when Chii squeaked, looking around for a minute and trying to figure out what she was squeaking at. She followed the other slave's gaze to the mark on her arm, relaxing a bit when she registered that was what she was freaking out about.

"Ah- It's fine- I'm fine." It did hurt like hell, but wasn't Chii the one who got her head busted over a nightstand? She was more worried about her short-circuiting from all her moving around. "He burned it onto my skin before he passed out, for whatever reason. You should quit running around everywhere, you're going to make yourself pass out... Whatever it is isn't going to kill me."

Really, Chii worried her sometimes...

Wynter frowned at the look Chii always had whenever she made comments or insults about Jun. It was so sad to her that the chimera didn't know anything but this. Not that Wynter's life was extravagant and easy, but she loved not having to cower at someone's feet.

It had been around the clock fear of her father coming back after his time at the tavern as a child, back when she couldn't ever leave their shitty one-room home. She'd hear the door rattle and she flew under her blankets in her corner of the room, praying he was too s**t-faced to drag her out and beat her for whatever reason he came up with. Sometimes it was because of her backtalking, sometimes she didn't clean something to his liking, even if he was the one who left a mess wherever he went. Most of the time it was for simply breathing and existing. She was one more chore, one more punching bag, one more reminder of the fact his wife was gone.

It had been so life changing the day she ran and didn't look back, she promised herself she wouldn't ever let herself go back to the ways things were, no matter how cold, or scared, or starving she was. It was worth it all to decide things for herself...

Wynter looked up at Chii as she started to bandage up the brand on her arm, quietly sighing. Being branded made her so angry... It made her no different than a cow, it showed everyone that she belonged to someone, she was less than a human being. She wanted to grab a knife and shred her skin to pieces, just to spite him.

As nothing worked, she grew a bit more irritated. She knew next to nothing about magic, but it felt like more than just some silly mark. Jun could have done that at any time, with a hot iron brand, not whatever this is. She still couldn't shake the purple flames licking up her arm... It felt worse than any burn she'd ever gotten, the worst she had received was on her right shoulder blade, a circular blotch of scarred tissue a few inches in diameter. A man she had been quarreling with shoved her down on some hot coals she had tried to spill in his way.

Wynter perked up a little when Chii led her over to the healing pool. God, she loved sitting in that water, she'd prune like a raisin all day in it if she could. She picked up the dress and looked it over, pleased that she wouldn't be popping out of it anywhere. Her gaze met Chii's when she asked about what she wanted to do, and she pulled a blank for a few seconds.

What the hell was there even to do? It wasn't like they could leave, or go outside, or anything remotely close to what she wanted to do. She would kill for a breath of fresh air outside...

"I... I think I just want to lounge around. I'm not sure what else there really is to do... What do you do when you have spare time?"