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After what felt like days, though it couldn't have been much more than an hour, master lifted their wand and the curse was lifted as well. Lillian lie there, still screaming as loud as she possibly could, until after a couple moments she began to breath easy again. She rolled over so her back was to master, and stayed there, chest heaving, shaking, giggling faintly.

"How..how..why would you be so cruel..." she said shakily. Her head was throbbing, but she kept trying to remember Al..just think about Al..

"I won't." She said in a shaky but firm voice. "No..no more..." And she started to resume her high-pitched giggles. "NO mOree.." she whined childishly, rolling a bit on the floor. Darkness was filling her eyes..it was all she could do not to pass out..."nope nope noooo" she whined some more, laughing all the while.

Her mind was clear...Lillian didn't even think as she wrote on the paper with her quill. Her writing was just as shaky as ever, but it was, one way or the other, her signature. When she was done though, her eyes swelled up. She realized what she just wrote and collapsed on the floor. She looked up into her master's eyes, and fixed her watery blue ones on her with as much hatred as she could muster.

"I...am..." She gagged on her words, the imperius curse trying to prevent them from escaping her mouth. "not..your....servant."

She tried to stand but she couldn't even move her legs. Her cuts on her legs broke open, the wounds re-opening. Blood began to drip steadily on the floor again, creating a small red pool where she sat, her blood a deep, digusting oozing red, since she hadn't had anything to drink for quite some time. Surely Desdemona would see this from her blood, and have to give her something to drink? But master was heartless. Lillian would never get what she needed. Not in here.

"Not...lieing..." she whispered softly as she grabbed the foot that was kicking her and tried to push it away, but it was as if her strength had been replaced with that of an 80 year old's. The torture curse, in small amounts, is bearable, though none too pleasant. The victim will of course be shaken afterward, but otherwise alright. But THIS? Every waking moment, the sensation of being stabbed and the verbal abuse..it was too much...she couldn't take it anymore...she tried to run to the door, stumbling on her own two feet, coughing up blood along the way. She was desperate. She was making an escape attempt directly infront of master...trying to open the door, begging for release...

Lillian felt snake-like reopes twisting up her body and she fell to the floor- hard. Her jaw was in even more damage than it had been, and she knew she'd hardly be able to speak after this. More blood was flowing from her wounds, but her fingers weren't bound tightly in the rope. She tried to untie it with her fingers and nails, but no such luck, they were too thick.

As Desdemona talked she felt her breathing more constricted- the ropes were too tightly bound and were strangling her. She began to gag and cough and splutter, rolling on the floor, trying to scream, to yell, to get the ropes off. "You need me! I'm going to die! Please! I can't breathe!!!" She was trying to yell, but all Desdemona would be able to hear were muffled noises...though she would possibly be able to discern some words from others Lillian hoped, praying for release.

She felt her face growing hot and warm, and knew Desdemona wouldn't care. Maybe Desdemona wanted to kill Lillian now...maybe she had given up...

Lillian continued to choke, but she managed to stutter out a single word:" D-death.."

She refused to be a servant anymore. Then, as the ropes caused more pain, the sane part of her fled once again, and she started to laugh. She was laughing loudly behind the thick ropes, and her eyes were rolling around in her head. She couldn't see anything or hear more than her own laughter ringing in her ears.

Gasping for breath, she tried to sit up and move to the corner. She didn't have the strength. Her hands collapsed under her, and she felt like she was drowning in the red liquid surrounding her, soaking her face and hair.

"Aguamenti...water...no strength to move..." She was spluttering on the blood leaking out of her mouth, draining her of all liquids.
"If you..want me....to...move...then...I need...water...strength..." She coughed. She suddenly realized there were tears in her eyes. Her eyes had been watering because of the pain she had been in. She shut her eyes tight blinking them away and said once again, faintly; "wa-ter.."

The jet of water hit her hard in the face, and it burned as it soaked her injuries. She drank as much of it as she could, but she was screaming at the same time from the pain it caused. It was drowning her more than anything, and the blood on the floor mixed with the water and now turned an odd-colored light red-ish-pink. She cried out in pain and choked on the water, trying to catch it in her mouth. For a moment she lie there, bathing in her own blood and water, not feeling very refreshed.

Lillian shivered on the floor, and began to giggle again. She laughed strangely, sounding happy to be in pain. She then gave master a wicked grin, her eyes criss-crossed, and moved, not to the corner, but to Desdemona's feet. She had lost it again, just the pain from the water was enough to make the only strength she had left flee, and she went back to her weakened state. She clung onto Desdemona's feet with a death grip, and the blood and water from her robes soaked Desdemona's shoes, but Lillian didn't seem to notice. She looked up at master and croaked ; " Lillian will sleep at master's feet where she belongs..."