Lilith learns that sometimes help just doesn't come

Lilith's shoulders sagged as the seconds ticked by. Her heart fell as she realized those stories of heroes showing up just in time to save the day were just that, stories.

She was alone and completely helpless now. Verdict pulled the strings of her mind like a puppet master. Her mind twisted and squirmed, but it was nothing against the iron grip of this magical construction.

Lilith whimpered as her hand moved to her side and began unbuckling her armor. She cried harder and harder as she slowly undressed herself. Her armor fell to the ground piece by piece. She stripped in front of her captor, here sensually touching herself against her will. She was repulsed by her own touch. She did not control it, she did not want it.

Verdict smiled and stood before her, as if politely waiting for her to finish. All of his activity was mental. He felt through her every sense. Every touch, every glancing rub of skin on skin. As Lilith bared herself slowly he became more and more excited. He salivated at the thought of what was to come.

Lilith stood naked in front of Verdict. Her armor and weapons were strewn about her on the ground. She sobbed, her fear and anguish were the only thing Verdict allowed her to maintain.