It was a relief that she would have new clothes. Something she could maybe claim as her own. Something that was dry, warm, gave her a sense of humanity that she knew was missing from her life. But things were never that easy for her it would seem, as Vailea led her out of the bathing room. Nera paused, the skeletons behind her drudging at their own pace as she realized exactly what her new
lowner was going to have her do. It was no different than the so called lessons her previous slavers had enacted upon the others to make them listen. But still, it surged the despair she had already felt, the anger, hopelessness.
There was a rattle of bones behind her, and with a hitched breath Nera followed. She kept her head bowed low, copper locks glistening from the dripping water. She could hear the moans, the movements of the woman's crew as they trod around their work. Amber hues glanced out from under her curtain of hair as she hugged her body. Arms wrapped tight around her form and she took in the sight of the undead. They were stacking crates, bags, boxes of the things they had pillages. Some still looked remarkably human.... others... they were nothing but bone, some of muscle, sinew and skin. The slave shuddered, casting her eyes back on the ground and quickening her steps as they entered what must have been the Captains room.
It was well furnished. That much she could take it. Gold, silver, bronze, gems of all shapes and sizes. Rich carpets, ornate mirrors, tapestries with stories, inscriptions, detailed pictures. It took her attention as she gazed around. But the large cage in the corner is what drew her attention the most. It was larger than what her previous cage was, but the mere sight of it even with blankets and pillows, caused her to curl further in on herself. It wasn't until the clothing items in question were thrown at her head that she reacted.
Nera slid them on quickly. It was relief at the fact they covered everything. Relief that they were whole, and free of the stench of human liquids. There was the part of her, the part of her that still held her pride, that hated how short the skirt was. But at that moment she was far too tired. In far to much pain, exhausted physically and emotionally to even care. The female struggled with the corset, finally tying it in a somewhat correct manner as she glanced upward at the other woman.
She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Would she get hit for speaking again? Would she be tossed back in chains? She didn't know, and the safest thing for her at that moment seemed to be to try and make herself smaller. Worthwhile. How she would do that to this woman.. she didn't know.
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