Awoken by a Maid

"Good morning, Lady Leona." A female voice softly called out. Leona's eyes fluttered open. A girl in a maid outfit stood in front of the bars with her head bowed. She couldn't have been older then twenty. There was something unusual about her outfit as well. It clearly wasn't designed for comfort. It had a skirt raised so high that it covered barely anything and cleavage low enough to hide just as little.

"You're the help staff around here I assume." Leona rubber her eyes and raised to a seated position. "Are you from the town?"

"No mam, I grew up in Middleburg."

"Torrentia's collecting girls as far as Middlesburg?" Leona tilted her head. If that was true, then she might be more of a threat to the realm then she had even thought before. It also meant a greater chance of rescuers on the way...

"Indeed. Mistress' reach is long and powerful." The maid's tone didn't shift. But, there was something chilling about the way she used the word Mistress. It was surprising how little anger there was behind it.

While Leona was considering that, The maid had reached into a nearby chest and pulled out a pair of old iron shackles bound together. She followed these with a pair of ankle shackles with a short chain running in between.

"Please put these on." She threw the shackles into the cell. They tossed limply on the stone floor. "I must take you to Mistress, and she will be quite displeased if we are late."

"What will happen to me if I refuse?" Leona asked wryly. What would Torrentia do? Come down here and confront her herself?

She weighed the shackles in her hand. Heavy. They clearly had been forged quite some time ago. Perhaps the right application of force would be able to break them apart. Or perhaps by twisting the right angle she could slip her limbs through. Or maybe even she'd be so lucky as to have a lock simple enough to pick.

"She will hurt me." The maid said simply and quietly.

That simplified matters intensely. Leona sighed and locked the shackles around her ankles. She noted to herself that their size almost seemed to change as soon as she put them on to eliminate excess space. It made the prospect of escape by squeezing out or even a lockpick much less realistic. Then she put her wrists into the other set of shackles. If Torrentia had something to say, then let her say it.

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