Illiana woke up on the cold ground of the tavern’s storage room, hwe grimy work dress was covered in lyre amnd she was still sore from scrubbing the floors the night before. The owner had made her work harder than ever before, simply because she refused him. "Another day, another copper poorer" She said, rubbing her eyes. Unlike the rest of the world, she got more and more in dept, the harder she worked. She wouldn never pay off the landloard and would be stuck working for him for he rest of her sorry life. Her once long red hair had been cut short and choppy as a punishment, and her hands, arms, legs, and back were all badly scared from the whip. She looked in the broken glass of the windows and saw her reflection. To some she would have seemed pretty, with a heart shaped fac and soft eyes. Her will was worn out however, adn she seemed to radiate sadness.
Illiana opened the door and walked out into the tavern, she limped over to the bar, as her ankle was badly swollen, and most likely broken. She has been 'under foot' last knight cleaning ans the tavern owner had stommped on her to make her move. She now felt a shooting pain with each step. "Can I helps yeh sir?" She asked keeping her eyes down.
"Get me a pint of jacks best ale." He said in a gruff voice. She dropped down to her knes behind the bar and dug for the brand of ale thst he had asked for. When she brought him what her asked for the took her chin in his hands twisted her face around and looked her over. The he called to the owner, Jack "This one fer sale?"
Jack laughed, his huge frame shaking with the effort "Nah, but cha can ‘ave ‘er fer the night" He looked at Illiana again, a shaprt glare that could peirce to the soul. "Give ‘er to yeh cheap too. Four coppers" Illliana’s eyes got wide in her head when Jack said that. She gasped in outrage as the man took out the requested coppers and handed it to the tavern owner.
"I won’t" She said, then was shocked that she had had the nerve to speak other than one small incident when she as bought, she never spoke out of turn. She alwasy did as she was told. In essance, she kept her head down and her nose clean.
. The owner was livid, he walked over and took her by the neck, slamming her into he wall. He was only a few inches taller han her, but he outwieghted her and lack of food made her thin and easy to manipulate."Ye’ll do as I says er I swear I’ll make yer life ‘ell" He threatened
With ine last shake to prove his power Jack threw her at the man’s feet. Not that it isn’t that already She thought to herself as she obediently said, "Yes master" Illiana decided then and there, that no matter what, even if it cost her her life, she was getting out of here. That small glimmer of hope kept her silent and obedient. She worked harder than ever, and took her weekly meal before he came for her
That night the whole tavern was filled with his moans of pleasure mixed with the sounds of her screams.