Evren was petrified. She stood in the middle of a tight circle of men, her head ringing, swaying slightly. The silence seemed deafening. The moon shone brightly on the clearing. Then one of the men spoke, finally. He asked her something. She answered, so scared she couldn't remember what she had said a minute later. The men spoke in low voices. She heard only a mutter, then ...she poses no threat... She still shook. She tried not to give in to the throb in her head, not wanting to disgrace herself and faint in front of all these men. They would probably think she was faking it anyway. Something more may have been said, but she couldn't remember at all, because of the buzzing sounds beginning to take over the rest of her hearing. To her humiliation, she began to sink to the ground, her knees buckling in under her. She saw the looks of sudden concern on the mens' faces and tried vainly to look as though she felt fine, not shocked or hurt at all.
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Herlion awoke only for a moment to find himself in terrible pain. They tortured me... he thought. Pain.... They had tied him down and whipped him with red hot... somethings... and plunging back to pure pain.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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