Content Warning: This scene contains adult themes, sexual violence, and extreme physical abuse. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
Elara was lying on the cold, damp floor of the dark dungeon, the rough stone beneath her pressing painfully into her bruised body.
The gag in her mouth made her teeth ache with every attempt to move or speak, but that dull, gnawing pain was nothing compared to the relentless ache radiating through her arms, legs, and back from the kicks and harsh grips of the men surrounding her.
Her whimpers were muffled, barely audible over the echoing walls, yet each shake of her body carried the weight of torment she struggled to endure.
Her forehead was cut and bleeding, streaks of crimson mixing with the tears that slipped down her cheeks, leaving wet trails that burned her already raw skin.
She tried to curl into herself, to make herself small, to endure the punishment, but every movement drew more cruel attention.
