Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-24685738-20141118012843

Jane had been dragged through the wilderness of the Reach, by the Amazons, as they took her back to their Jungle-kingdom.

Hippolyta was still ‘drunk’ on her victory, reminiscing how she had defeated the organization that had given Damasus such trouble…

And people thought she was a weak, foolish girl…

The young, redheaded Breton could be a good asset for Hippolyta, of course. The Regulator was a female, was obviously important to the Leaders, and might know exactly what the Regulators were up to…

If only she would cooperate.

After hours of mental, magical, and physical torture, the girl had still not broken. She was strong, no doubt about it, despite the fact that she continually bawled her eyes out every time something struck her.

“Submit!” Zira, one of Hippolyta’s warriors, hissed.

“N-no…” Jane sobbed, struggling against the ropes that held her to the tree.

Hippolyta rolled her eyes, and sighed. “Fine. Zira, tie her to the pole.”

Zira’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean…”

“I do.” Hippolyta answered.

“But, my lady, she is a woman! We are not to-”

“I am well aware of that, Zira.” Hippolyta snarled, clearly annoyed that someone had dared to question her judgment.

Jane’s eyes widened, as she realized that something horrible was about to happen to her. “N-no… Let me alone! L-leave me b-be!”

“I’m afraid we cannot do that.” Hippolyta said, and snapped her fingers. “Come with me, Zira. Prepare the Pyre.”

Zira nodded and followed Hippolyta out, leaving the young Regulator alone, at the tree.

Jane began to struggle, and scream, trying to escape her bonds. She was furious, and sad, and hopeless, all at the same time. If she was here… Where were Sebastian and Horace and Nadira and Floyd and Celia…?

Jane realized that she didn’t exactly want an answer to that question.

She had been taken, leaving them to die, and now she was about to be executed.

Now that she thought about it, she realized just how much she needed them. Nadira was like her sister. They could talk, openly, but Nad was just a little bit too serious, sometimes. Horace, however, was like her older brother. They were close, but he was always serious. Celia had been nice to her, but Jane was a little bit jealous. She was a medic, a warrior, a leader, and so pretty… She seemed like the kind of woman who had been loved by many men… Jane hadn’t even had her first kiss! Floyd… Floyd was so strong, and intelligent, and cool… Jane would never admit it, but she had just the slightest crush on the man. Listening to him talk… Mmmm…

Sebastian… How could Jane describe Sebastian? He was like a father to her. She loved him, dearly, and he was always around for her. Jane really wished he was here…. She needed him…

Just thinking about them made Jane’s eyes start to tear up.

After a few hours, she was dragged out, towards the Pyre… And she realized that she still had the letter opener in her hands. How convenient…

None of the women wanted to watch a fellow female be burned at the stake, especially Zira and Hippolyta. However, someone had to watch her, so… A guard was procured.

Sadly, the woman didn’t want to watch, either, so she began to drink, after lighting the fire.

As the flames leapt higher and higher, Jane began to saw away at the ropes, sweat pouring down her face.

The woman continued to look away, as the flames began to lick at Jane’s feet, beginning to burn her toes… The Regulator finally sawed through the ropes, and leaped off, running towards the girl.

She wrapped a singed bit of rope around the Amazon’s face, before dragging her towards the fire and throwing her on top of it.

Jane had a mission.

She was going to get vengeance.