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Shauna
Philippe stands by and watches as I fight against the guards that force me through the camp. They parade me like a cow for judging, some calling out jeers. One Dark One, an elf who must have stood a foot taller than me walks up and stops our procession. He just stares at me, pinning me down with his eyes, I flinch when he touches me. A single fingertip sliding along my jaw and down my neck before Damian gets tired and barks an order for him to stand down.
I am brought to a large tent in the middle of the camp. They throw me into a sturdy wooden chair and begin to tie me down. I do manage to kick one of the guards in the mouth before he pulls the rope taught. He spits the blood and a tooth in my face before completing the job and making sure that the knot is uncomfortably tight
