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"Fenris stop it!" Arianne growled at him as for the third day in the row he paced in front of the hearth. Morfudd had even taken to sleeping else were so he wasn't annoyed by the warriors frustrated stampings.
"I despise inaction." He snapped back
"And do you think I'm having a grand old time waiting around?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him disapprovingly.
"You seem to be." He glared at her.
She laughed ironically "She thanked me for my tolerance but I never realised how tolerant I had too be."
"You have to be tolerant? You don't have to listen to the lectures on patience every day while you know what's happening. I know what's in store for her."
Arianne sighed "Hawke told us to wait. She said the opportunity for escape will show its self, we have to trust her."
"Why?" He shouted "she she hasn't trusted us with her plan. I thought..." His sentence trailed off as he leant against the hearth "I thought I could trust her and I feel like I was bait."
Arianne sat back on the stair case and rubbed her face. Her friends lack of communication often irritated her, no doubt she didn't divulge her plan for good reason, after all this wasn't the first time and she doubted it would be the last.
"Was I bait?" Fenris asked her, looking to her for advice or comfort where she had none. "Did she get captured on purpose?"
"Tell me Fenris what's the best way to get close to a Slaver?"
The elfs eyes grew wide at her words, "this is my fault isn't it?"
Shaking her head she stood placing a hand on his armoured shoulder. "You may be the motivation for this madness but it is far from your fault. Perhaps you should see Aveline if there is any more information about you sister, take your mind of it."
He hung his head "nothing will take my mind of it, it may as well be me back in chains."
"You're being dramatic, and more so underestimating Hawke."
He frowned "you underestimate the cruelty of Denarius."
"All right then, we storm his estate, if we can find it, And then what? Get captured our selves? Or better yet let him have the both of you so he can use you to torture each other. Not on my watch." She crossed her arms. "Hawke left me in charge so I am saying sit on your hands until we are ready."
Fenris shut his mouth and swallowed his protests. She was right.
"I will go and see about Varania." He said quietly.
"Yes far more sensible."
***
Danerius' fingertips trailed down Hawkes neck across her shoulders, tiptoed there way along her arms. She felt his breath against her neck as he breathed in her sent his nose and beard tickling her.
Hawke was screaming, but she made no sound, she felt his nose behind her ear as his hand slide under her top.
"You aren't immune to paralysis." He whispered into her ear stroking the flesh of her belly "but I some how don't think you'd be as accommodating other wise." He dropped the spell for just an instant. Her body convulsed with the strain that had been on it, using that she turned to strike. To lunge but she couldn't. Held firmly in place by the chains. She screamed pulling so hard she began to bleed until he recast the spell, locking her in place.
"So far, you haven't been much fun, and I was told you were such a promising Reaver. I'm just trying to coax your powers out of you." She felt his tongue against her ear as his other hand explored her rump.
There was no way she could break the paralysis while the spell was active, it was his plan, to show her her body was his. Tears welled behind her eyes as the hand on her belly slid under the fabric of her pants.
The door opened with aloud creak "excuse me." The voice said, "master Danarius, your needed."
She felt his hand clench as he hissed "this better be an emergency."
"It is sir, the kitchen is on fire."
Danarius huffed and pulled away, releasing the spell that held her ridged as he pushed past the man "lock her back up, I will finish with her later this evening."
Hawke collapsed thankful for the moments break. She heard feet approach her. Saw a hand open and offer her help to stand.
The man was Dalish, blue tattoos covered his face trailing down from his eyes "Cè?" She asked.
He looked at her confused for a moment before unlocking her chains from the floor.
"I met your brother Rue, he's in the holding cells."
"Trying to save me no doubt." He ushered her gently to the door. "Come now there isn't much time before Danerius realises I started the fire in the kitchen. I thought you needed a Break"
"Thank you." She lent on the mages arm
"though I can't save you from what ever he has tonight."
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. While he is busy with me I need you to do me a favour."

Danerius was true to his word, having his guards snatch her up out of the cells before she could even pass a mouthful past her lips. The silent golden child she had nicked named Sunshine ran to the bars as she was dragged away. This time she wasn't taken to her usual brick and stone room with nothing but the bolt in the centre, this time she was taken to a room, the floor stained with old blood, a rancid metallic smell in the air. The guards threw her onto the table un chaining the joining binds and pulling her arms above her head. Locked in place the table moved it spun and the guards bolted it into a vertical position. Danerius sauntered up to her, a long thin blade in his hand. "I want a Reaver, but so far all you have shown me is that your a bit of a masochist. Or was my apprentice lying?"
She watched the knife as he pressed it against her knee, a sharp biting pain shooting.
"No, but I'll not use my abilities."
He ran the blade up her leg to her inner thigh. "My dear you won't have a choice." He flicked the blade tearing flesh and cloth. Hawke gasped blood flowing freely down her pants leg onto the cobbles below.
He leaned into her, "I'm feeling your still resisting," his face close to hers "perhaps it has to be more like life and death."
The blade punctured her belly like a hot knife through butter. She screamed the pain becoming unbearable.
"I thought it would please you to know Fenris will be coming to join us soon. Varania is leading him closer and closer as we speak." He cut her abdomen again as he spoke. "If you a good little house pet maybe you can come along, show him what good friends we have become." She couldn't hear his words, her brain was delving into the depths of her skill set to stop the pain,to lash out at the creature that caused it. She went numb, her flesh felt like a husk he was pawing at to get a reaction. He stretched to reach her face his bloody blade trailing her own life along the side of her face. He took her chin in his free hand and she finally locked eyes with her captor.
In a flash he jumped back off her, doubling over in pain, all the pain she was in fact suppose to be feeling. "More like it." He panted between gritted breaths. "But I want to see you devour something you care about."

Hawke fell to the floor in the holding cell. The slaves had been cleared out, sent to various parts of The house for what ever jobs the Magisters had for them. Every one except Sunshine.
Hawke slipped in the puddle of her own blood, falling back to the floor with a heavy thud. the Mage had nicked an artery in her leg and every time her heart pumped more of her life spilled with it her bodies desire to right itself grew. She could feel her vision shorten, her heart slow. He had cut her too deep too often for her to know what to do. She got to her knees as the small blond head appeared before her.
Hawke had no voice, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs for the girl to run weakly she tried to push the sweet child away
. Not that there was any where to run too. This was Denarius' plan. Sunshine placed a small hand on one of the wounds to try and staunch the blood. Hawke felt the hunger rise, as she felt her life begin to ebb away. She tried to stifle it, she tried to tell it to lay down and die like a normal human but it rose like a fire fuelled by pain. A tired possessed hand caught the elven child by the chin. Her gold eyes confused, but un frightened like the lamb who didn't realise she had made friends with the wolf.
The sweet elf began to show signs of fear, as the trust hawke had spent the last few night cultivating began to wash away. Hawkes heart broke as the child began to panic in her grasp and she finally managed to croak."Scream child."

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"Fenris stop it!" Arianne growled at him as for the third day in the row he paced in front of the hearth. Morfudd had even taken to sleeping else were so he wasn't annoyed by the warriors frustrated stampings.
"I despise inaction." He snapped back
"And do you think I'm having a grand old time waiting around?" She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him disapprovingly.
"You seem to be." He glared at her.
She laughed ironically "She thanked me for my tolerance but I never realised how tolerant I had too be."
"You have to be tolerant? You don't have to listen to the lectures on patience every day while you know what's happening. I know what's in store for her."
Arianne sighed "Hawke told us to wait. She said the opportunity for escape will show its self, we have to trust her."
"Why?" He shouted "she she hasn't trusted us with her plan. I thought..." His sentence trailed off as he leant against the hearth "I thought I could trust her and I feel like I was bait."
Arianne sat back on the stair case and rubbed her face. Her friends lack of communication often irritated her, no doubt she didn't divulge her plan for good reason, after all this wasn't the first time and she doubted it would be the last.
"Was I bait?" Fenris asked her, looking to her for advice or comfort where she had none. "Did she get captured on purpose?"
"Tell me Fenris what's the best way to get close to a Slaver?"
The elfs eyes grew wide at her words, "this is my fault isn't it?"
Shaking her head she stood placing a hand on his armoured shoulder. "You may be the motivation for this madness but it is far from your fault. Perhaps you should see Aveline if there is any more information about you sister, take your mind of it."
He hung his head "nothing will take my mind of it, it may as well be me back in chains."
"You're being dramatic, and more so underestimating Hawke."
He frowned "you underestimate the cruelty of Denarius."
"All right then, we storm his estate, if we can find it, And then what? Get captured our selves? Or better yet let him have the both of you so he can use you to torture each other. Not on my watch." She crossed her arms. "Hawke left me in charge so I am saying sit on your hands until we are ready."
Fenris shut his mouth and swallowed his protests. She was right.
"I will go and see about Varania." He said quietly.
"Yes far more sensible."
***
Danerius' fingertips trailed down Hawkes neck across her shoulders, tiptoed there way along her arms. She felt his breath against her neck as he breathed in her sent his nose and beard tickling her.
Hawke was screaming, but she made no sound, she felt his nose behind her ear as his hand slide under her top.
"You aren't immune to paralysis." He whispered into her ear stroking the flesh of her belly "but I some how don't think you'd be as accommodating other wise." He dropped the spell for just an instant. Her body convulsed with the strain that had been on it, using that she turned to strike. To lunge but she couldn't. Held firmly in place by the chains. She screamed pulling so hard she began to bleed until he recast the spell, locking her in place.
"So far, you haven't been much fun, and I was told you were such a promising Reaver. I'm just trying to coax your powers out of you." She felt his tongue against her ear as his other hand explored her rump.
There was no way she could break the paralysis while the spell was active, it was his plan, to show her her body was his. Tears welled behind her eyes as the hand on her belly slid under the fabric of her pants.
The door opened with aloud creak "excuse me." The voice said, "master Danarius, your needed."
She felt his hand clench as he hissed "this better be an emergency."
"It is sir, the kitchen is on fire."
Danarius huffed and pulled away, releasing the spell that held her ridged as he pushed past the man "lock her back up, I will finish with her later this evening."
Hawke collapsed thankful for the moments break. She heard feet approach her. Saw a hand open and offer her help to stand.
The man was Dalish, blue tattoos covered his face trailing down from his eyes "Cè?" She asked.
He looked at her confused for a moment before unlocking her chains from the floor.
"I met your brother Rue, he's in the holding cells."
"Trying to save me no doubt." He ushered her gently to the door. "Come now there isn't much time before Danerius realises I started the fire in the kitchen. I thought you needed a Break"
"Thank you." She lent on the mages arm
"though I can't save you from what ever he has tonight."
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. While he is busy with me I need you to do me a favour."

Danerius was true to his word, having his guards snatch her up out of the cells before she could even pass a mouthful past her lips. The silent golden child she had nicked named Sunshine ran to the bars as she was dragged away. This time she wasn't taken to her usual brick and stone room with nothing but the bolt in the centre, this time she was taken to a room, the floor stained with old blood, a rancid metallic smell in the air. The guards threw her onto the table un chaining the joining binds and pulling her arms above her head. Locked in place the table moved it spun and the guards bolted it into a vertical position. Danerius sauntered up to her, a long thin blade in his hand. "I want a Reaver, but so far all you have shown me is that your a bit of a masochist. Or was my apprentice lying?"
She watched the knife as he pressed it against her knee, a sharp biting pain shooting.
"No, but I'll not use my abilities."
He ran the blade up her leg to her inner thigh. "My dear you won't have a choice." He flicked the blade tearing flesh and cloth. Hawke gasped blood flowing freely down her pants leg onto the cobbles below.
He leaned into her, "I'm feeling your still resisting," his face close to hers "perhaps it has to be more like life and death."
The blade punctured her belly like a hot knife through butter. She screamed the pain becoming unbearable.
"I thought it would please you to know Fenris will be coming to join us soon. Varania is leading him closer and closer as we speak." He cut her abdomen again as he spoke. "If you a good little house pet maybe you can come along, show him what good friends we have become." She couldn't hear his words, her brain was delving into the depths of her skill set to stop the pain,to lash out at the creature that caused it. She went numb, her flesh felt like a husk he was pawing at to get a reaction. He stretched to reach her face his bloody blade trailing her own life along the side of her face. He took her chin in his free hand and she finally locked eyes with her captor.
In a flash he jumped back off her, doubling over in pain, all the pain she was in fact suppose to be feeling. "More like it." He panted between gritted breaths. "But I want to see you devour something you care about."

Hawke fell to the floor in the holding cell. The slaves had been cleared out, sent to various parts of The house for what ever jobs the Magisters had for them. Every one except Sunshine.
Hawke slipped in the puddle of her own blood, falling back to the floor with a heavy thud. the Mage had nicked an artery in her leg and every time her heart pumped more of her life spilled with it her bodies desire to right itself grew. She could feel her vision shorten, her heart slow. He had cut her too deep too often for her to know what to do. She got to her knees as the small blond head appeared before her.
Hawke had no voice, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs for the girl to run weakly she tried to push the sweet child away
. Not that there was any where to run too. This was Denarius' plan. Sunshine placed a small hand on one of the wounds to try and staunch the blood. Hawke felt the hunger rise, as she felt her life begin to ebb away. She tried to stifle it, she tried to tell it to lay down and die like a normal human but it rose like a fire fuelled by pain. A tired possessed hand caught the elven child by the chin. Her gold eyes confused, but un frightened like the lamb who didn't realise she had made friends with the wolf.
The sweet elf began to show signs of fear, as the trust hawke had spent the last few night cultivating began to wash away. Hawkes heart broke as the child began to panic in her grasp and she finally managed to croak."Scream child."