A hiss of pain was sharp in the cold, dark cell - a sound stilling the warm cloth on your back and lifting a solemn gaze of one of the only people to show you compassion - pity, in your eyes.

"I know it hurts, my maiden, but you must bear with me." Shin spoke gently, his frame close behind yours as he tended to lashed wounds of little more than a prisoner. No...you were more like a toy. A chained toy. "let me ease your weary mind. Allow me to heal your fragile soul in hopes to one day free it."