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"may i be excused early today?" Prayher hurridly wrote on her pad "its just i forgot to pay the builders for repairing my home." "of course Prayher." Nouala said as she bowed and took off at a run...she turned back to Redcross and the assorted other members of Redemptio Coronae and continued with the meeting "so..thats fifty silver labour costs...ten gold for the decontamination...and five gold for the materials..thats fifteen gold fifty silver miss Cornith." Prayher dug around in her money pouch..she counted out the specified amount and bowed to the foreman of the company

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  • "may i be excused early today?" Prayher hurridly wrote on her pad "its just i forgot to pay the builders for repairing my home." "of course Prayher." Nouala said as she bowed and took off at a run...she turned back to Redcross and the assorted other members of Redemptio Coronae and continued with the meeting "so..thats fifty silver labour costs...ten gold for the decontamination...and five gold for the materials..thats fifteen gold fifty silver miss Cornith." Prayher dug around in her money pouch..she counted out the specified amount and bowed to the foreman of the company
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  • "may i be excused early today?" Prayher hurridly wrote on her pad "its just i forgot to pay the builders for repairing my home." "of course Prayher." Nouala said as she bowed and took off at a run...she turned back to Redcross and the assorted other members of Redemptio Coronae and continued with the meeting "so..thats fifty silver labour costs...ten gold for the decontamination...and five gold for the materials..thats fifteen gold fifty silver miss Cornith." Prayher dug around in her money pouch..she counted out the specified amount and bowed to the foreman of the company Prayher pondered returning too the meeting...but she decided to take a look at her refurbished home before she did. the outside was newly polished gone was the collective grime of stormwinds dwarven district...even on the outskirts it was rather dusty. fiddling with her keys..Prayher didnt notice the sinister figure creep up behind her. therinad watched the girl approch her home...she matched the description right down to the notepad on her belt hip and "trademark" pont tail she was never seen without....slowly as not to alert her with any sudden noise he sneaked closer and closer. unaware she fiddled with her keys. Perfect! grabbing her by the back of her head he slammed the left side of her face against the door and held it there "We're always watching sweetheart." he said from behind his mask...she struggled against his grip..and he allowed her to force her head back so he could ram it against the frame agin knocking her cold. Prayher felt something grab the back of her head and she felt the door thunder into her face. spots danced infront of her vision as she caught the words "we're always watching sweetheart" ech behind her...she lashed out with her foot and caught nothing....she felt the grip lessen and moved her head away from the door. but not quickly enough for it to be slammed straight back against the unforgiving wood...her vision deserted her. Therinad quickly searched her and tossed her Guild stone into the canal...he took a knife from his collection and stuck her notepad to the door. picking the limp girl up he moved over to a bottle of spirits with a rag wick and tossed a stone..then the lighted bottle through her home's front window...he watched the fire begin to take hold. Opening the door to one of the safehouses..he walked upstairs carrying the limp form and dumped her on the floor in one of the upstairs rooms..he locked the door behind him "Rope" he muttered to himself...gathering what he needed he set about pairing up her wrists and ankles...ankle to ankle wrist to wrist tied tightly to restrict her movement...Orven had learnt the hard way. Leaning over to the recombarent girl he slapped her round the side of the face adding to her bruise "Wake up sweetheart.." the girl opened her eyes and tried to move slowly...emiting full blown panic when she realised her limbs where bound. uncorking a vial of liquid he grabbed the girls face careful to put pressure on the bruise, she tried to bite him..another thing he was warned about..to slow her reactions down this Tranq would do the trick...he poured it down her throat and clamped his hand over her mouth so she couldent spit it out...she refused to swallow. Therinad sighed and jabbed his fingers into her gut caushing her to gasp...and inadvetantly swallow the tranq. Standing up satisfied she had been properly doped he leaned agaist the wall to watch her reactions for a while.. Prayher woke to blinding pain and a headache the size of an dragon the words "wake up sweetheart" found there way to her brain and she looked around...moving slightly she paniced when she found she couldent move "oh no..." she thought the pain on the side of her face lessend..and she saw a hand come into her feild of veiw..she lunged at it aiing to bite it and cause her captor as much trouble as possible..he seemd to know what she ws planning as he grabbed her face as she tried...increasing the perssure and pain on the left side of her face..her eyes watered up as her poured something into her mount ahnd held her head firmly against the ground with his hand over her mouth. whatever it was it taseted vile..she wasent going to swallow it no matter what it was!...he guessed her intention and hit her in the stomache gasping through her nose she swalloed the concotion..almost at once she felt almost drunk..unable to think or sense properly she saw him move to a corner...she shook her head and tried to sit up arching her body her head still on the ground. she was moving but not as fast as had been said thought therinad..she was trying to get up. kicking her in the chest hard she made the noise all people do when the wind is knocked out of them and fell back down "you thought you colud kick one of us onto a pickaxe and not get away with it from us?!" he kicked the doped up girl several more times..he was sure he felt several things break when he did. grabbing her by the hair he dragged her towards a counter top...he could see the pain on her face as tears streamed down her face ramming her head against the worktop he held the bruised side of her face to the counter putting pressure on her head.drawing another knife he held it infront of her eyes...dispite her drugging she focused on it almost immediately. smiling to himself under his mask he watched as she followed it's slightest move..time to show her the crackers owned her she flinched as the knife passed over head and he began sawing at her hair she struggled forward by kept slacking off as her hair pained her...he cut off her ponytail and put more pressure on her head to keep her from moving "i think ill keep this" he said in her ear...she tried to ram him with her head and kick him with her tied legs..a rather feble attempt but it annoyed him. Struggling with all she could mauster prayher felt the knife cut away at her hair...she felt a familliar weight dissapeer and almost silently screamed, he had cut off her ponytail! the felt pressure on her head increaseig the pain of her cheek and temple..she heard him whisper in her ear "i think ill keep a hold of this" she tried to kick him and headbutt him...the kick connected but it only seemed to annoy him. Grabbing her by what remiand of her hair he puled her up by that she instantly stopped struggling...you have all the control you need when you have a girl held by her hair he thought. he looked her in her face and said "do you know what im going to do now?" she shook her head as best she could. he began to lift her robe up slowly and deliberately..she began to cry and fear was lit brightly in her eyes. dropping her head back against the table he let go of her dress and took hold of her left wrist...just to annoy her he twisted in opposite directoins...the bones snapped qwith an audible crack...she screamed silently took a deep breath then screamed again tears running down her face...it was odd to see it without any noise. she struggled more and her pushed her right against the counter causing pain in her ribs and making sure she couldent struggle. "i always had a thing for short hair blondes.." she strugfgled as best she could...a little push towards rthe counter stopped them...running his hand up the outside of her robe her smiled as he felt her shiver. the pain was nearing unberability..Prayher thought, she hurt nearly everywhere her captor pressed against her and she struggled but he pressed against her more and her ribs screamed to her in pain..he had already broken her wrist..what now?.. "i always had a thing for short hair blondes.." "no....no no no! NO!" the thought rang in hert head and she burst into a fresh wave of panic as he ran his hand up and down the ouside of her robe. therinad smiled behin his mask..time to end this for now. grabbing her by the unbruised side of her head he smashed her head against the counter she kept moving..he did it again and checked to see she was still breathing...if not moving. taking the smae knife he used to cut her hair he carved a very familiar message into her right arm.. "Love, the Nutcrackers" Making sure he wasent seen..he dumped her near her burnig home...someone would find her...and they would know exactly who had done it too.
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