Scowling anger, eyes a bright flame of blue-green, glinting in unforgiving shine. Zurich could not remember ever being so afraid—if it were not for having been numb from all the beatings already, she'd have been concerned for what the looming woman would do. There was little she could do more to Zurich that would harm her more than she already was.
Zurich, though she felt weakly courageous, did not look the part. She was beaten bloody, and her body had the ache of disgust from the...Preferred method of punishment the girl has imposed upon her. She was humiliated, beyond so; but all that would count was her refusal to submit. It had been a long while since she had quite awoken the beast of the few-winters older woman, but now that she had, it would not care to rest until Zurich would be properly beat down.
But Dee would not go so far as to cripple or kill the red-haired lass. No, if she did that, she may never find someone quite like Zurich again, no one else would or could be suited as a rag-doll toy to beat around and command as she pleased. So instead, she'd leer over Zurich, finally having the damn mind to humor her...And let her be off. Slender fingers reached out, brushing in faux-gentle form against her swollen chin. She gave a harsh laugh at the flinch Zurich would give.
“Alright, then, Zuri...” Her voice came out in a poisonous coo. “You want t' go work? Leave me all by my lonesome? Fine...So be it!” The caress would turn into a harsh pinch. “Ye' have hurt me so...Leavin' the one person loving enough to take care of ya'. But it's yer mistake t' make. Next I see you, lass...When the cruel life away from me an' the alley turns out t' not be what you want...” The threat hung out in the air, a taut line waiting eagerly to be snapped.
She'd pull away, and Zurich would take the chance to finally flee, before her mind could be changed; without another word, the short lass limped from the reaches of the wall, broken steps bringing her closer and closer from the confines of the alley. It'd be weeks later, much stolen coin later, that she'd finally enter the hub of the Prancing Pony in search for work, wounds faded and healed enough to pass by, hair clipped neat and short, comfortably fit clothes about her frame.
Work came, in this initial period, by the scolding words and bitterly bemused laughter of Catilyn. It would be the start of a new life, one that which Zurich would cast her mind to forget what she had endured—desperate to make something new of herself.
Weeks passed.
Months passed.
A year passed...
She was safe now, safe from prying fingers and undressing eyes, safe from violation and from harsh pain. She stopped fearing running into Dee when making passes through the alley, and it was a new woman, reformed by a sense of purpose, who would travel through each day to monitor folks and deliver supplies.
But it would have been...So foolish to believe she could have escaped that easily. Dee didn't recognize her at first, even; but she'd see, eventually, hot words whispered against Zurich's ear, hands against her throat, as the beast would not forget the betrayal.
You went an' got broke on me...
Then, the beast pounced, no longer willing to let it's toy off of the leash long enough for escape again.
