The groan Ehvar let loose mingled into a primal growl when he was finally brought down. He could still hardly catch his breath over the pain, but the frustration and humiliation he felt over his loss was far greater than that. He felt the chains that were put into place and he might have started to struggle until… Mere.
Abruptly, all fight in him was gone. Just before it was all done with, he was laughing. Though what it was he found so funny would remain a mystery for the time being. The blow to his head easily did him in. It also reawoken the flow from his previous injury -- though that was hardly something of note when he was soon left behind at the pillar.
She could hear the doors along the hall, but she could not exactly make out what the sound actually was. One by one there was a bang and it reminded her briefly of the gunshots she heard before Ehvar struck her. It reminded her of the sick thuds when Ehvar struck her face in the past -- and also more recently. It reminded her of the drop of the body she once witnessed Ehvar disposing of. And then, suddenly, the thud exploded its way into the room she was trapped within.
M’lissa was still securely strapped to the bed. Her breaths wheezed loudly and were clearly labored not just through her nose but deeper. Her face was left bloodied from the assault she had no defense over. Her wrists were bruised and swollen from the fight she gave that did no good. The dress she had been forced to wear was in tatters on her body and it was quite clear what had likely been done to her in the time Ehvar had her there.
There was further bruising over her body. Her face was not the only place he landed his fists and raked the spikes. The worst damage, however, was still likely due to the hits she took to her head, the grip that had been placed at her neck that left very telling marks there, and undoubtedly further damage to her chest that could have been affecting her lungs from the sound of her distress. She could hardly focus past the blood in her eyes, but her lips did move. There was no sound. And it was clear this had not been her first attempt to call out to him judging from the tears that soaked her face nearly as much as the blood.
There was also another piece left behind. Ehvar knew the outcome of this to the very end. He knew Desmond would find Lissa one way or another. Desmond was not going to fall victim. Though, Ehvar did not likely expect to have been taken prisoner, the result was still the same.
Lissa’s hair had been pulled up into pigtails that had since become messy from her struggle and whatever happened between herself and Ehvar while they were alone in the room. It was what secured the hair that Desmond would most definitely find interesting to say the least. The bows tied there were not made of just the fabric from the recent victims. They were made of pieces of the last two missing fingers from the deceased. Their missing ring fingers -- skinned, separated into segments, cleaned and tied to resemble bows in her hair.
Abruptly, all fight in him was gone. Just before it was all done with, he was laughing. Though what it was he found so funny would remain a mystery for the time being. The blow to his head easily did him in. It also reawoken the flow from his previous injury -- though that was hardly something of note when he was soon left behind at the pillar.
She could hear the doors along the hall, but she could not exactly make out what the sound actually was. One by one there was a bang and it reminded her briefly of the gunshots she heard before Ehvar struck her. It reminded her of the sick thuds when Ehvar struck her face in the past -- and also more recently. It reminded her of the drop of the body she once witnessed Ehvar disposing of. And then, suddenly, the thud exploded its way into the room she was trapped within.
M’lissa was still securely strapped to the bed. Her breaths wheezed loudly and were clearly labored not just through her nose but deeper. Her face was left bloodied from the assault she had no defense over. Her wrists were bruised and swollen from the fight she gave that did no good. The dress she had been forced to wear was in tatters on her body and it was quite clear what had likely been done to her in the time Ehvar had her there.
There was further bruising over her body. Her face was not the only place he landed his fists and raked the spikes. The worst damage, however, was still likely due to the hits she took to her head, the grip that had been placed at her neck that left very telling marks there, and undoubtedly further damage to her chest that could have been affecting her lungs from the sound of her distress. She could hardly focus past the blood in her eyes, but her lips did move. There was no sound. And it was clear this had not been her first attempt to call out to him judging from the tears that soaked her face nearly as much as the blood.
There was also another piece left behind. Ehvar knew the outcome of this to the very end. He knew Desmond would find Lissa one way or another. Desmond was not going to fall victim. Though, Ehvar did not likely expect to have been taken prisoner, the result was still the same.
Lissa’s hair had been pulled up into pigtails that had since become messy from her struggle and whatever happened between herself and Ehvar while they were alone in the room. It was what secured the hair that Desmond would most definitely find interesting to say the least. The bows tied there were not made of just the fabric from the recent victims. They were made of pieces of the last two missing fingers from the deceased. Their missing ring fingers -- skinned, separated into segments, cleaned and tied to resemble bows in her hair.
