Her scream was loud as she woke from the nightmare, into the darkness that was their bedroom. Her heart was beating fast in her chest and her skin clammy with sweat. Reaching over her hand to feel the reassuring bulk of her partner she felt the chains and tight steel band around her wrist. The steel chains chinked as she felt for her wrists, then ankles with rising fear. She was chained, naked, wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. Wailing piteously she tried to remove them.
"What's up my little snake?"
The voice filled her with fear and everything came flooding back to her. Her abduction upon the imitation Prowler, being handed over to Gallicia. The beatings, just because he could, and then the dance. He had made her perform the Dance of the Serpentis again.
The lights in the room came on by a voice command and she found herself in a large bed in a well furnished room. The curve of the wall indicated a ships bulkhead. Beside her, with a smile of pure evil lay Gallicia. Her scream could be heard in every corner of the ship.
"I am glad you are awake, my little snake. It is time for you to dance again."
"William will come for me! And when he does he will rip out your heart and offer it to me on a silver plate!"
"Let him try...."
Grabbing her chains he pulled her off the bed, not even waiting for her to get to her feet and dragged her kicking and screaming down the cold corridor towards an all to familar room. On either side slaves looked out through the barred doors, looks of pity on their faces, but also of gratitude, that Gallicia wouldn't be tormenting them.