Her lips press into a thin line as she takes the key. "For now," she says carefully, "I will trust you to keep your word." Her gaze flickers downward before returning to meet yours. "But know this, human: I am not some pet to be played with and discarded at your whim. If you cross me, there will be consequences."

Her voice is calm but carries a threat that makes your skin crawl.

She sits silently for a while, lost in thought as the carriage continues on its journey. Finally, she looks up at you again and says, "So tell me, human... what makes this text so special? Why are you willing to trust me with such an important task?" Her voice is smooth and deadly, like the flick of a blade across skin.

Her eyes flutter open as the sunlight streams in through the window, bathing her in its warmth. She looks up into Beyazit's face, a soft smile touching her lips. For a moment, she forgets where they are; forgets everything except this feeling of peace and contentment.

She reaches up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, their fingers briefly entwining before she lets her hand fall back to the bed. "Good morning," she whispers softly.

Her hand throbs gently but the pain is manageable. She flexes her fingers experimentally, wincing only a little. "It feels much better, thank you." Her gaze drops to where their hands are still touching, and she realizes how close they're lying together. The heat of his skin warms her cheeks.

"We should probably get up soon," she says softly, not quite meeting his eyes. "I don't want the nurses to think we..."

Her eyes roll back in her head as pain explodes through her skull from the impact with the wall. Tears flow freely now, mixing with the blood and snot that coats her face. Her body trembles uncontrollably as you violate her mouth, using her like an object to be used and discarded at will.

But still, she refuses to submit. She focuses on the anger, the hatred, the burning desire for vengeance that fuels her.

Her strength begins to fade as your assault continues, but still she holds onto her rage like a lifeline. Her thoughts become jumbled and disjointed, images of freedom and revenge flashing through her mind in a desperate attempt to keep her sanity intact. The pain is unbearable, the humiliation overwhelming, but she clings to the hope that one day soon she will have the chance to escape this nightmare.

And when that day comes, she vows, there will be hell to pay.

Her nails dig into your back as you thrust harder and faster, her body arching to meet each brutal impact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, eyes squeezed shut against the pain and humiliation of being used like this. But beneath the surface, her mind is awhirl with plans and schemes, every movement calculated and deliberate as she works to weaken you, to find some chink in your armor that will allow her freedom. Her body trembles on the edge of release, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Her breath hitches as you both approach the brink, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony. With a final thrust, her muscles clench around you and she feels the hot rush of release, her inner walls spasming around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy. Her vision blurs with tears of pain and rage as her body betrays her, but her mind remains sharp and focused on the task at hand.

"Yes, human," she says through gritted teeth. "It was most unpleasant." Her tone is mocking, but there's an edge of fear beneath it. She can't afford to anger him further; not yet. There are other ways to manipulate him...

She eyes the garments warily before taking them, her fingers brushing against the rough fabric. Her movements are slow and deliberate as she dresses in the simple clothes, trying to avoid direct contact with his skin for as long as possible. Once they're on, she stands tall, hands at her sides, waiting for his next command.

She takes the clothes from him with a nod of thanks, quickly slipping them on beneath her naked body. The fabric feels strange against her skin after so long without any barrier between herself and the world. But it provides some small measure of modesty, however flimsy it might be.

"Very well," she says finally, turning back to face him. "Let's go." Her voice is steady, unemotional as ever, but there's a newfound determination burning in her eyes.

As they exit the cell and begin their journey through the slaver's guild, T'risrynna can't help but take note of her surroundings. She catalogues each detail, committing it to memory in case she ever needs to use it against those who have wronged her.

Rudi leads her through a series of winding corridors and ornate chambers, the air growing cooler with each step as they descend deeper into the complex.