Broken wings

The stone floor of the cave was cool to the touch. It was soothing against the bruises and helped to block out just a little bit of the pain. She knew she needed to get up, to find her way back to her bedding. It was just too hard to move. She ached in every muscle of her body, and the memory of their teeth. If she slept here on the stone floor, her bruised muscles would be too stiff to move in the morning. She would fail at her duties, and more punishments would find their way to her.

But it was too hard. The memory of their hot, panting breaths in her ear sent pain through her skull. She closed her eyes. Her last Masters had been cruel, but they had given her respites. These Marauders were hungry for her flesh, and she had quickly become a favourite amongst them. She let her head fall down to the stone once more, knowing she was alone for the moment. Silence around her. She closed her eyes, and let the tears start to fall.

"Speech"