Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312211056/@comment-32663439-20150315074053

Terrible memories from Lissa's youth surfaced in her dreams. She started to squirm around as she slept.

''A little girl, who could have only been 6 years old, was pinned against the stone wall. A man's large hand was pressed against her throat, and her entire body dangled from this point. She looked bruised and beaten, as she weakly clawed at the hand around her throat.''

"You useless girl...you're a waste of my time! Why were you ever born, I'll never know. You stay in my house, eat my food, sleep on my floor! And what do I get in return? A little stuttering guttersnipe complaining about the work she has to do."

''The man's hand pressed even harder against her throat, as tears ran down the girl's cheeks. "M-M-Mommy..." she croaked in desperation. "You know damned well that your whore of a mother is never coming back for you. She left you here with me, because she knew how terrible you'd end up being!" He released her, and she collapsed to the floor, weeping quietly. "Now attend to your chores, girl. I don't ask for much."''

''"Y-yes, sir. Thank y-you for your...m-m-m-m-mercy." She coughed, shakily standing up. Once again, she ran the humongous list of labor intensive work she had to do through her head, walking off slowly.''

As this vision ended, a worse one began. By now, Lissa was obviously very uncomfortable as she murmured nervously in her sleep.

Rivent looked to Robin. "So, we're going to see Fenrir, then?"