Savannah Is Fucked In Doggy-style

Spat on her. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. But it wasn’t enough. She never spoke of what she endured. Her will flickered — but never failed. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. One eye was swollen shut. Roxy volunteered without hesitation. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. What she had become. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. She could not. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. “Make it worth it,” she whispered.