Iyda the Imprisoned

The next few days are relatively uneventful. The only interactions you have are with Syvella who isn’t in the mood for talking, and the prison caretaker who brings you food. Everyday you receive potatoes to subsist off of and if you keep quiet, you are awarded with extra food in the form of bread. Through this conditioning the once fiery spirit you had is pacified into that of a meek prisoner.

Redhook does eventually come for you and Syvella. And seems to be in a hurry to leave his base. You and Syvella are put in shackles and loaded onto a cart before being escorted out of the city. You travel for what feels like days and during this time, you and Syvella are used by Redhook’s men and fucked in every conceivable way. Each night when camp is set the two of you are used as the nightly entertainment. This tradition ceases when you reach your destination.

Redhook separates you and Syvella and he brings you to a slave market to be auctioned off. He intends to keep Syvella as his personal pet. It takes some time to find a buyer, but you are eventually auctioned off to a noble with dark appetites.

You never do find out what happened to your old companions. You can only assume the worst. Being a nameless slave in a foreign city you are completely alone here. To further complicate matters, it’s only a matter of weeks before your belly begins to inflate with a child. This is much to the chagrin of your master who didn’t intend to buy a pregnant slave. Every night you lay awake thinking about the choices you’ve made on your journey. Could things have been different? How did it ever come to this? You think about the adventures that could have been as you resign yourself to a life of servitude.