Red Sonja: Captured http://literfull12.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sonja-Captured-452115086 Hrykanian Ale. That is how she would do it. Adorra sat among the patrons of the bar, laughing and drinking, the local bard making a fool of himself-- intoxicated and unable to perform. The raven haired beauty sat there, and observed her flame haired target. The cask had been tainted with a special elixir , Adorra's personal mix. The woman she was targeting would be the only sort to order Hrykanian ale. The woman, this mighty warrior, should a already be feeling the effects of it. She's how Adorra would make her name. A target that carries so much weight, so much death, that to capture her would bring in such fame, and such fortune, Adorra would be set for life. So her green eyes remained fixated on her. This flame haired warrior, who only wore scale mail that covered her breasts and womanhood. She'd watch Red Sonja, and would wait for her chance. **************** The pain was awful. She wasn't sure what hit her. Perhaps she drank too much. Perhaps. Her mouth is so dry, and a foul taste fills it. What the Hell happened last night? Red Sonja is not a light weight, by any means.The Mighty She-Devil could certainly hold her drink. That's when she notices she can't move her arms, nor her legs. Her clothing removed, the only parts that were covered were her wrists and ankles, with coarse, tight rope. More rope was weaved above and below her breasts, further affixing her to a sturdy, wooden chair. The foul taste in her mouth-- a result of the rag jammed in it. Another tied over that, keeping her tightly and effectively gagged. Her eyes adjusted, realizing she was in a dimly lit room, possibly a basement? It was spacious, but filthy. Thick wooden walls and, if she could turn herself around, she'd notice the staircase behind her. "mmmmrggh," Sonja moaned. It was not the alcohol that rendered her unconscious. She realized this as she strained against her bonds. She had been drugged. The ropes held tight. And the harder she struggled, the more the ropes seemed to tighten around her nude body. "Hff hff" Red Sonja was no one's captive. She'd be free somehow. ***************** Something had come over Adorra. She could hear her captive struggling within the confines of the basement, her makeshift dungeon. Soon she'd have to go deal with her, this she knew. But once she stripped Sonja of her equipment, something stirred inside of her. Taking the scale mail of her captive, and the gloves and boots, she quickly changed out of her clothing and put her prizes on. She thought she looked stunning. The scale mail looked glorious on her milk white skin. Adorra had smuggled Sonja out of the bar, doing her best to remain unnoticed. She hoped that the authorities or a random civilian had not seen her in the dead of night. People are unpredictable.... Perhaps she'd play with her captive a bit. Perhaps...Yes. Adorra understood what she needed to do. ********************* Hours. Hours now since she's been awake. Hours spent struggling. Exhausted, and having made absolutely zero progress, Sonja sat defeated. This is not how she saw things going. The coastal region of the continent had nothing Sonja wanted. That is, until she caught wind of a shipment of Hrykanian Ale being delivered to a local bar. The long absent bitter taste a dull memory on her tongue, Sonja was eager to sample the drink of her home. And it was as good as she remembered it. Her desire for a drink or two should give way to being kidnapped. There was no justice in that. Footsteps filled the room, as a slender woman walked down the steps. Sonja had noticed them in her struggles, having twisted the chair about countless time. "Is the mighty Sonja well?" Adorra asked. She was wearing Sonja's garb. Was this meant to insult her? Break her? Adorra strolled over to the bound warrior, knowing her rope work would hold. Gently caressing Sonja, all the flame haired woman could do was offer a dull protest through her gagged lips. "MMMMPH!" "Oh yes, I understand. Shame? Anger? But that's alright," she mused. "You see. I thought I'd make my fortune off you. The Great and Powerful Red Sonja, sold to the highest bidder. I'd be known as the one who bested you, and be wealthy because of it. But, once I had you, well I had other ideas. I mean, there are others. Worth considerably less, but I could use them. Kill or capture. Whichever. You, though? My personal prize. My trophy. My slave. Does that sound good?" "MMMMHHh GRrgg dmmmmt!" "Well, good for me. Not so much for you." Then, came the knock on the front door. Sonja's heart skips a beat. A chance at rescue! "HUPP!" She yelled through her gag. "HUPP!" Adorra, in a panic, bolted back up the stairs. This wasn't good! Someone saw her? Perhaps it was just the paranoia. Grabbing a black robe, she quickly covered herself. To open the door in Sonja's garb would invite disaster upon her. Opening it slightly, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was just the town drunk. The smell coming off....was awful. Intense. He reeked of vomit and alcohol. "What can I do for you, Edward?" "Ah, Sorry to bother you, Adorra. You always so nice," he started, barely able to stop himself from slurring his words. "I'd hate to beg. I would stop begging. But I need money, I need a drink." Edward. Always so pathetic. But, perhaps she had something for him. When Adorra took Sonja she took her sword as well. A fine blade. Worth a small fortune. And if sold, it could at least supply a drunk with what he needed for quite some time. "Of course, Edward. One moment." All the while, Sonja began screaming, and struggling. If it had been one with faculties more intact, with a mind not bathed in alcohol, he couldn't focus on the noise. "HMMMMPH! HUUUPPP! Mmm.." Adorra had already sent Edward away. Expensive sword in hand. She had succeeded, while Sonja was met with more failure. Sonja had tried to seek freedom, and incriminate Adorra. In her mind, Sonja had to be punished. *********************** "Okay. I know what you need," Adorra said to a confused Sonja. Before she could ponder what that meant further , Adorra had produced a damp rag, soaked with ether no doubt, and placed it over Sonja's face. And once more, Sonja gave way to a drug induced sleep. ****************** How long now? How long was she out? What sort of game was this woman playing? Why must it be Red Sonja who falls victim to her? These were the questions echoing in her mind as she rose from unconscious. And into a world much more cruel. Her arms had been forced behind her back, but locked into a prayer position by the ropes encircling her wrists and arms. The ropes above and below her bare breasts would ensure they stayed there. Her legs were bound separately, each bent back, the ankles underneath each cheek of her ass. Strands of rope connected them to her bound arms. Secured with rope at the knees, ankles and thighs. To make matters worse, rope had been secured to her waist, to the rafters of the ceiling. And her long red hair, rope connected it to the strands attached to the rafters. The aching was awful. Her joints stressed to their limits. She'd scream, if it weren't for the thicker gag applied to her mouth. More cloth had been jammed in her mouth. At least three separate white cloths were tied over her stuffed mouth, ensuring her protests and begging were kept to incomprehensible grumbles. "hff mmmph hmm" we're the noises that escaped Sonja's mouth, to the perverse delight of Adorra. A woman still confused by this feeling that overcame her. A failed thief, a failed assassin, she thought she'd try her hand at being a bounty hunter. Clearly, she's more inclined to be some sort of jailer. All Sonja could was twist five feet above the floor. Something about this was intoxicating. And for Sonja, all it did was stir her anger. And bundle of rage filled with spikes, that's what she felt like. If Sonja had a free hand she'd destroy Adorra. The pain, the burning, it was too much. She hung for a good hour before Adorra did anything. A hard slap to Sonja's ass was her first action. Then came another. An infuriated Sonja could only twist in the air. "I'm not a cruel woman. I'm not. But something about you, well, let's say it has lit a fire in me. Perhaps an attraction? Hmmm. I can't be certain of that. I've had both man and woman in my bed, and I don't feel that way about you. Perhaps anger, but then again, something is off. And for you to try to free yourself until I suss this out? Unacceptable. You'll stay in my custody until I understand." ************** Sonja awoke from unconsciousness. A cycle of passing out and being drugged will most certainly take a toll on her. And she was sore as Hell. This woman would be the death of her. What could she do? Sonja was no master of escape, and the woman clearly had a lot of experience in the art of restraining. And she'll just continue to knock her out before she changes her bondage. What could she do? ************* A whole day. Red Sonja was left suspended from the ceiling for a whole day. Her joints ached. Her mouth dry from thirst, and stomach growling in hunger. Once Adorra cut Sonja loose, she was too weak to fight. Too weak, to once again, resist the rag being placed over her mouth. Soaked in, what else, ether. As a child, Adorra watched her family slaughtered. As a child, she was left alone to wander. To make due with nothing and somehow rebuild a life that would never be the same. Perhaps she snapped, alone the way. Adorra didn't know. To earn money as a child, she picked pockets. A few years older, she picked the wrong pocket and was forced into slavery by the one she wronged. Eventually, after some time of starvation and overworking and abuse, she escaped. Killed her captors and ran. For a time, that's how she tried to make a living. Killing those with a price on their head. But again, she picked the wrong target. Someone far too powerful. She was nearly killed. Escalation, that is Adorra's story. Trauma begets trauma. An outlet. That's what this is. Years of stress and pain have caused her to seek out someone too dangerous, too powerful, and somehow dominate her. Prove herself better. She wonders what it would be like, if those damn Cimmerians didn't kill her family. But right now? She didn't care. *************** Red Sonja couldn't understand. The situation is not something she's experienced before, but then again, how many have? Still nude, and still angry, Sonja once again was affixed to a chair, her wrists tightly bound to the arms of the chair. To ensure that she couldn't use her fingers, her hands had been completely covered in separate clothes, bandaged tightly, keeping her hands trapped in fists. Her ankles bound together, rather than to the chair. But, to be cruel, Adorra used a strand of rope that reached from her ankles to her long red hair, pulling her head back. At least she wasn't gagged, she thought. There was that. Before her was a table. Her captor brought down a table. Must've happened when she was unconscious. And in front of her was a bowl of gruel. Sitting next to her, Adorra. Her raven haired captor, with green eyes. Still wearing Sonja's scale mail. "I admit, I'm not the finest cook," she joked. "Why?" Sonja asked. Her voice, unwavering. "Why what, my prize?" Adorra spoke with a hint of admiration. "This. All of this. Keeping me restrained, and weak. Why? Most just try to kill me. Most end up killed. And yes, I've been captured, sure. But mostly to be brought to my own death." "I explained all that earlier. I don't understand myself. And until I understand, well, you're here, and be glad for that, because I had the chance to kill you right from the start," Adorra reminded her. Reaching for a spoon, she began to feed her Flame haired prisoner. "Now shut up, and eat your food." ************ The gruel was gross and bland. Sonja has had worse, but never was force fed. Meaning she was to be kept alive for however long Adorra wanted. She was even given water, to quench her awful thirst. "I have to know: How'd you get me out of the bar. Dozens of people, and they don't notice you smuggle me out of the place?" Sonja asks. How could no one notice? How could no-one stop her? This weighed on her mind. "It's a shame that I'll have to stifle that lovely voice of yours," Adorra mused. Ignoring Sonja's question. "But I can't have you screaming your head off. Might disturb the neighbors." Fine then, Sonja thought. She'd try something else. "You lost your family, didn't you?" Adorra's blood ran cold. How did she know. "I understand. I do. The loss of your family, you wear it. Along with the violence and death. It's heartbreaking. I've lived a similar life. But this? This is insanity. If you let me go, I won't retaliate. Hell, I won't even ask for my clothes. I'll walk away from here stark naked, never to come to these parts again." Anger. Oh, sweet anger rose through Adorra's heart. "Begging, Sonja? Really? Ha!" She slapped Sonja hard across the face. "Bitch. It's not the same. Don't try to understand me." Grabbing a bundle of rags on the table, Adorra forced them into Sonja's mouth. Taking another, and knotting it tightly behind her head. It hugged her face tightly, right over her mouth and under her nose. "Mmmph!" "Yes, yes. Moan and roar behind it. See where it gets you." *********** ******************* Sonja recalls a particular awful experience she had once. A king in some desert, she fought hard to forget this. This King had slaves build monuments to his self-proclaimed greatness. Worked them to death. Sonja sought to end this. It ended poorly. The kings men were too many, and the slaves she tried to free had no fight in them. Sonja sweat blood in the desert heat. She told herself she wouldn't fall. That wouldn't last. After a long battle the men overwhelmed her, and dragged her to some crypt. "Off me! Get off!" She yelled. They didn't listen. The king wanted her buried in the sand. A trophy in his tomb. Wrapped head to toe in bandages, and placed in a sarcophagus, Sonja pleaded and through sealed lips. "Mmmmmmh! Nmmmm!" Was the noise she made. The guards unmoved, sealed her in. She spent three days unfed, dehydrated, and dying. She thought that it would be the end. But, somehow, eventually, she got lucky. A piece of her armor scraped at her bandages. Poked enough of a hole. Freedom. ******************* This was different. Her captor made sure she was constantly restrained. Her limbs restricted. But Sonja knew she could at least use one thing. Emotions. Ruin her captors icy exterior. Make her fail to notice that her hair had slipped from the knot. Leaving the basement, angry. Her feet freer than before, she kicked backwards, bracing for the impact of the ground. Snapping the wood of the chair. Freedom. Should have gagged her sooner. Ropes slipped off, along with cloth. Nude and free. Hilarious, Sonja thought. Her captor was upstairs. Angry. Sonja was sore, tired, and frustrated. But she knew she could handle her. Or at least she thought so. Taking a broken piece of the chair, Sonja ascended the stairs. *************** Adorra was angry. How dare she? How dare she bring up her parents. So much fun planned for Sonja, yes. So much. Adorra then heard the creaking of the stairs. The sound of bare feet on wood, perhaps? Things had gotten interesting. Adorra remembers how she removed Sonja from the bar. The combination of alcohol and Adorra's drug had made her more than a little tipsy. Most would've been passed out at the bar, in a pool of their own vomit. Sonja was just barely able to stand, however. Though clearly not thinking clearly. It was easy to manipulate her. Pretend to be a friendly face. Pretend to offer a place of kindness and warmth for a drunk wanderer. How fun that was. **************** Sonja tread carefully. Beyond drugging and capturing women, Sonja didn't know what Adorra was capable of. If she was any sort of fighter. The second floor of Adorra's home was empty. A table, a fire place, and a couple of chairs. She noticed another set of stairs to the left. Escape, or seek out her captor? In her state, Sonja went for the easy route. The front door. Opening it, Sonja was met with a swift kick to her midsection, knocking her backwards. Sonja expelled air from her lungs in a loud 'OUF'. "Is my plaything going somewhere?" Adorra asked with a smirk. Sonja had no words. Only rage. She charged at her the source of her rage. Stick in hand. And Adorra met the challenge. A deep hatred had gripped Sonja as she attacked her tormentor, swinging the stick at her face with all her might. However Adorra was skilled in combat as well, using the agressiveness of the legendary Warrior against her she was able to avoid the powerfull but slightly unbalanced strikes. The stick was then removed quickly, Adorra kicking it out of Sonja's hand. She tried to follow up with another kick aimed at the She-Devils groin. However Sonja was able to block the kick aimed between her legs. Sonja threw a mighty punch at her opponent. The wily Adorra ducked under the move though, catching Sonja's arm and using the momentum of the strike to pull Sonja off balance. The tormentress slammed an elbow into Sonja's bare back causing the redhead to wince. Sonja spun and managed to knee her attacker in the gut. The abductress expelled air from her lungs in a loud 'ouf' as Sonja's knee crashed into her stomach. The two woman struggled fiercely as the flame haired warrior tried to follow up by throwing Adorra to the floor. However Adorra was able to avoid the throw and pushed Sonja away to create distance. Sonja was furious and came at her with a flurry of strikes, however her nimble opponent gracefully blocked and dodged all of them. Sonja then took a light but swift kick to her thigh that made her stagger backwards. Adorra now came forward and began to pressure the redhaired warrior. Weakened by days of bondage, torture and lack of food Sonja was barely able to keep up with her suprisingly agile opponent. Sonja dodged a spinning kick to her head but Adorra quickly went low and landed some quick, snapping punches towards the naked body of the She-Devil to wear her down. Determined to not let her prisoner escape Adorra came at Sonja with everything she got. Sonja grunted as Adorra swiftly punched her breasts and belly. Before she was able to reply Adorra grabbed a hold of her long hair and pulled her off balance. Sonja took a hard knee between her legs which made her scream in pain and nearly doubled her over. In a swift motion Adorra forced her back against the wall and pressed her body against hers. With one hand she reached low and gave a hard squeeze in Sonja her naked sex. With her other hand she grabbed her slender neck and began to press her fingers with trained precision in her carotid arteries. "The great Sonja, The Legendary Warrior, The Red storm of Blades and Death..... I can hardly describe how amazing it feels to best you" Adorra spoke as her face was mere inches removed from Sonja's. Sonja her face was contorted in pain and quickly turning red by the chokehold. Suddenly her eyes flashed open and she looked Adorra straight in the eyes. "A pathetic bitch like you will never know how it feels to best anyone" In a blur of movement she broke free from the grip of Adorra. Before she was able to reply Adorra took a mighty elbow across her face that made her head snap to the side. A powerfull kick sended her backwards and made her fall to the floor with a loud thud. Dazed and confused Adorra looked up at Red Sonja who looked down at her. "Yield. You're beaten," Sonja demanded. A twinge of fear. Just for a moment. That's all Adorra will allow. She was Sonja's better, she told herself. There's not even a scratch on her, but I have THIS. "Honestly," Adorra pants, "I heard you come up the stairs. Did you not think I was prepared?" Reaching into the seam of Sonja's pilfered right gloves, Adorra produced a small needle, and quickly threw it. Before Sonja could react, it pricked her neck. Everything went numb within seconds. Sonja fought to stay standing. She wasn't passing out, her. Body was ceasing to function. "What did you do?" Sonja slurred, the numbness hitting her face. "A mild, paralytic, dear. Nothing too serious, mind you. For emergencies," she said. Sonja fell to her knees, it hit her so fast. Why? Why is this happening to me? These are thoughts she has, as her paralyzed body hits the ground. As Adorra looked down on her fallen foe there was only one thought on Adorra's mind. The one constant in her life. "Escalation." ************** Beads of sweat ran down the ridge of her nose, splashing against the floor. Familiar struggles led to familiar results. Exhaustion and disappointment. Worse, Adorra had decided to punish her captive for her failed escape attempt. A wooden bit between her teeth, with a strap fastened behind her head, and under her jaw, holding the horrible gag in place. Her wrists and elbows had been bound in front of her, only for them to be pulled over her head, and with a rope connecting it to the ceiling above. Her ankles and knees bound, but time pulled into her chest. Thick ropes around her, forcing them to stay them to remain there. More attached from her back, to the ceiling. Sonja had been forced into a ball-like position, and hung from her captors ceiling. Tears welled up in the warrior woman's eyes. Humiliation, anger, and fear. Her desire to be free meant nothing to Adorra. Adorra stood and watched her prize, and licked her lips. "Yes, I believe I prefer you this way, Sonja." Daiyu set foot outside what had become the auction house, set up with the intent of selling the She-Devil. The payout to this woman's captor would be glorious. One could rebuild a life with that small fortune. So, the black haired Khitani woman wondered, where the Hell was Adorra? She's the one who set this up. She's the one who promised Red Sonja to her employers, The Khitani men and women who ran the slave trade through this continent. Her hair dangled in the crisp night air, knowing what happened, or at least what she perceived to happen. Adorra failed. Sonja killed her. It was Daiyu's ass on the line. She had no choice but to deal with Sonja herself. ************************* Sonja's mind drifted back to the desert king. How she escaped from a tomb. What she did after. She snuck into his chambers while he slept, no longer caring about slaves or freedom. He slept so softly. So content. Sonja would have nightmares for weeks afterward. She could at least have the semblance of justice. Taking a blade she swiped from the guard outside his door, she did what she felt she needed to. As she strolled through the streets of his slave kingdom, dropping his head in the center. Her anger quelled. Her current situation was much more....complex. Adorra, her raven haired captor with green eyes and milk white skin, sat before her, wearing Sonja's scale mail, boots and gloves. A glass of wine in hand, all she did was stare at Sonja, her beautiful, flame haired, naked captive. Sonja had to be lowered from the ceiling, again, but not before being drugged, again. This time when she awoke, she found a leather collar around her neck, with a chain attached to it. From there, and Sonja can only wonder how long she was out, Adorra had set up some sort of ring. It was nailed into the wooden wall, and the chain had been fastened to it. On her knees, her ass resting on her ankles, Sonja could only voice her displeasure with incomprehensible grunts. A hard, black leather muzzle was covering her mouth, the straps secured behind her head. If she could, she'd pull it free, but her wrists were crossed behind her back, secured with rope. Furthermore, and once more, her hands were forced into fists, and bandaged with cloths. Ropes ensnared her chest, above and below her chest, and it was much tighter than before. Rope connected her bound wrists to her restrained arms, at the back. Adorra would leave nothing to chance. Even with her legs unbound, the steel chain only offered so much slack. A good foot away from the wall, while Adorra was at least five feet away, sitting comfortably. "htttmmmmph ymm," Sonja moaned. "Yes, I do believe I wear your armor better, Thank you, Sonja, my pet," Adorra teased. "Your ample breasts were, and don't be offended love, just too much for it. I wear it better. And besides, you look better all trussed up and naked than you do in this old thing. You should be thanking me!" Sonja could only stare dagger at the woman. Her rage was well past any tipping point and would crush the sanity of most people. Was it six days now? Six days since she'd been taken? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Sonja find a way to escape this woman's custody. "And to think, I wanted to sell you. The bounty those Khitani slavers had on your head, a girl could live off that the rest of her life. This is better, I think. Seeing you like this, the damn She-Devil, it does wonders to my confidence. Wonders," Adorra prattled on. Sonja wished an end to this long insanity. She's endured enough of this woman. The drugging and the restraints so tight the made her body ache. She's had enough of this ordeal. "I'm sure, that given time, you'll see this as your natural state. My plaything. Maybe when you're sufficiently broken, I'll welcome you to my bed," Adorra mused aloud, more than a little drunk. It was her second bottle of wine. "But I'm sure you like your little dungeon, so maybe not? We'll see how I feel, later. When I figure this out." **************************** Adorra laid in her bed, drunk but more than a little content. The She-Devil with a sword. Her prisoner. No longer a failure in her minds eye. She didn't need wealth as long as she could stare at her prisoners sad and angry face. Sonja, however, had spent the night trying to break loose again. Nearly strangling herself on her collar. So few options. The wood was impossibly sturdy, and chain, Adorra told her, was forged from the finest steel. It'd take someone with impossible strength to break it. Sonja was willing to try something else. Perhaps someone will hear her muted screams. Perhaps the drunk who pawned her sword. "HUPPP! Plmmmmph! HUPPPPMPH!" She twisted and squirmed in her bonds. Her screams, somehow weren't loud enough to be heard from outside, but somehow loud enough for Adorra to hear. Her captives pleading lulled her to sleep. ************************* ***** Daiyu rode all night. Two days ride perhaps, but the horse's heart would give out before it got to rest. Adorra's home was easy to locate, but still-- A two days ride. Her loosen black garb, dressed like the Assassins of her home, and armed with her family broad swords. She'd follow whatever trail she could from Adorra's home. ****************************** "What?! What do I feel for you dammit!" Adorra screamed! Throwing half a bottle wine near Sonja's head, the glass bottle shattering around her, the red wine splashing on her face. She came down to her captives dungeon. Removing her muzzle, she then planted her lips in a hungry kiss on a confused and enraged Sonja. Adorra, to her discontent, felt nothing. She thought she figured it out, but she felt nothing. "You're a mentally unwell woman. Who's to say?" Sonja snipped at her. Adorra picking up a handful of glass in her hand, grabbed Sonja by the hair. "If I'm so unwell, perhaps I should make you eat glass! Watching you writhe in agony and blood may make me understand!" Sonja didn't waver. Didn't hide from this threat. All she said was, "If you're going to do something, do it. Don't talk about it, do it. If you're going to kill me, do it. You're going to take advantage of me, do it. All you do is sit and talk at a tied up woman in your basement. You're nothing. So, JUST DO SOMETHING!" This unnerved Adorra. So much so, she dropped the glass in her hand, it covered in her blood. Adorra reached for Sonja's muzzle, and fastened it back onto her mouth. She'd hear no more of this. "MMMMMPH!" She fumed. Adorra didn't pay attention, she just slumped back upstairs, defeated. But for Sonja, there came opportunity. The class had cut a whole in the cloth surrounding her left hand. Tearing through it, she felt around for a shard of glass she could use. Anything to cut her bindings. Once she did that, the ropes came off. She remembers now. The king had left her sealed in a tomb. Mummified head to toe. But she didn't stop fighting. She'd never stop. Adorra would fall. *************** "Oh Sonja, maybe I was too hard on you," Adorra said, strolling downstairs. She had no idea her nude captive was no longer bound and gagged. Adorra saw she was missing from her spot. The ring she was chained to. She didn't notice the red haired woman hiding under the stairs. With a collar and chain still around her neck. Using the chain, Sonja quickly wrapped it around Adorra's neck, from behind. Adorra had no idea what was going on. Her heart pounding, her brain being strangled for air. Was this how it would end? Strangled by her mistake? When she awoke, Sonja was standing over her, wearing her scale mail armor. Her brown boots and gloves. "Honestly," she said. "You don't know how to wear this." *************************** Sonja should have killed her. She wanted to kill her. But she admitted to herself that she may not have it in her to do so. The girl was unwell. Perhaps some time in a similar predicament will bring Adorra clarity. If not, she'd at least inform someone after a day or two's walk away from this awful place. Ample distance between here and her. Adorra was now nude, bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded. Sonja was sore and tired. Bending down to the squirming woman hurt more than it should have, but she had words to impart on her captor. "Understand, I'm normally a vindictive woman. For this injustice you brought on me? I'd kill you. Hopefully a measure of mercy will help you. You come after me though, you seek me out, your head will be nailed to the door of a random pub in a random village," Sonja warned her, rubbing her face in the ground. Sonja took leave of Adorra's home tempted to burn it down around her, she buried the emotion. She'd have nightmares for weeks. And by the time they stopped, she'd see Adorra again...... ******************** EPILOGUE Daiyu was confused by the sight. The squirming milk white, nude woman was Adorra. Clearly alive, and she has clearly failed. Cutting her bindings loose, and removing her gag, Daiyu had questions. She assumed Red Sonja was not one to dole out mercy. A bound captive rubs against that notion. "Where is the She-Devil, Adorra?" She demanded answers. Adorra, rubbing her aching wrists, she needed to come up with an excuse for the angry khitani killer. "She was too much for, the monster," she started. "She tortured me down here for days. Kept me tied up in my own home." "You stupid cow!" Daiyu insulted her. Though , she could tell Adorra was lying. Still needing her though, since she initially tracked the She-Devil, she played her game. "It is so cold down here, Daiyu. Please help me up. I know it's our heads at risk, now that she's escaped my grasp. I apologize.We'll track together , yes?" "Do you know where she's going?" "Oh yes. I know where a wanderer such as Red Sonja is going. Trust me." End.