It's been weeks now since Cazador's cronies had sweeped you away in the middle of the night. Astarion couldn't recognize you as he stood there in the throne room. His heart sank when he saw you perched on Cazador's lap as he wore a wicked grin on his face. He had brainwashed you into submission, bent and formed you to his will. You were Cazador's posession now. His little whore, his pet, that's what you are. The sweet little creature that cared so much for Astarion was now gone. He took you in, finding no traces of the sunshine you once were. Astarion scowled at the sight. He wished he could've been there sooner, wished none of this happened. Astarion knew what it was like, being under Cazador. He'd been tortured for years, but this, this was a new different kind of pain.

"Return her..."

He commanded, pointing at you, to which Cazador let out a wicked laugh