Druuna didn?t sleep so much as ?not be conscious for a long amount of time? that night. Limbs too weak to move, head too fuzzy to think, the exhausted woman passed out into the thankfully dreamless oblivion.
Sometime in the night Druuna was awoken by the jeers of slavers and the anguished cries of another woman nearby. For a moment she thought it was Janette, but her half asleep mind remembered that Janette was in league with the slavers, and Druuna dismissed the noise and fell back into the blessed nothingness. In the next shed over, Janette screamed and sobbed as a number of the grubby men allowed their fingers to crawl through and explore her supple, young flesh. Others busied themselves with readying their hard cocks for what would be a long night for Janette.
Druuna screamed and flailed about as her mind panicked. ?Oh god, oh god! I?m drowning!? she thought to herself as her waking mind attempted to come to terms with being awaken by being dropped into a metal trough filled with icy cold river water.
The men around the wash trough jeered and laughed at the struggling woman, calling her a drowned rat. One of the men roughly grabbed Druuna and held her arms behind her back, allowing to other men to begin scouring her skin with rough feeling rags. Watching over the scene stood Amicilii, grinning ear to ear and chuckling softly. Filling a small plastic cup from the cold tub, Amicilii grinned down at the raven haired woman and said ?I can?t be having you getting an infection from being dirty. You?re worth a lot more to me healthy. So enjoy bath time, bitch!? with that he dumped the painfully cold liquid onto her already abused groin, eliciting another shrill cry of anguish that echoed through the forest.
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