Casual Shopper

Slaves... Lament would never be a slave. He would destroy this foul woman, rend her limb from limb. He would not stand for any abuse done to her. Weakly, Eris lifted her head and spat a mouthful of thick bile at Valkyrie, aiming for any part of the female's body she might reach. Just as soon as she had orchestrated this last show of pride, she was dropped to her right side roughly. There was no way Eris could fight back - strange, small pinpricks in her ribcage hinted at Valkyrie's claws.

Tor, look upon my suffering. Guide and aid Lament in his quest. She couldn't even think about Oxide. It was too painful. He wasn't here to save her this time; it was her own fault. She was useless, pathetic, worthless. Screwing her eyes shut tight - Eris refused to cry again, she had spent enough liquid on this wretched woman - she went limp. It was easy for Inga to manipulate her, small as she was. As the rope snaked tightly around her mouth, a quiet light went out in Eris' eyes. The rope around her neck barely registered.