Prayer may help

Pain. Torment. Agony. It was all that Mira felt in this moment. The physical pain of her abused body paled in comparison to the anguish tearing at her soul. She couldn't bear it alone any longer; she needed help. There was only one person who could save her now. Her Goddess. But would she hear her servant's pleas, even from within the depths of the demon's stronghold?

Mira had nothing left to lose and decided to concentrate on praying, "My Goddess, why have you forsaken me? Why do you allow this to happen to me?"

She had little hope of receiving an answer, but to her surprise, she heard a response. The voice was familiar yet enraged, making the very walls tremble around them. "Betrayed!? How dare you speak those words after all your sins? You reap what you sow!"

"How can you say that? I was ****, and only that potion **** me to enjoy it. That's all." Mira tried to protest, desperately defending herself. But her words seemed to infuriate the Goddess even further.

"Honor is not in your now lost hymen!" The Sun Goddess thundered, her voice echoing through the chamber. "You showed **** pride! You lied! You used trickery like some rogue! You...," she trailed off, and suddenly, an oppressive silence fell over the room. After several tense seconds, Mira heard Marus's voice.

"Don't invite this bitch to my fortress!" The demon roared "Away with her!"

"Anyway, you can now see that our just Sun Goddess doesn't like you anymore," Marus continued, his voice dripping with malice. "You better start serving me. I value my slaves." He paused, a sinister smirk curling his lips. "And don't worry, that slut will not talk to you again."