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“NO! Let me go! Stop!” Fighting as best she could Violet found herself surrounded and dragged by a handful of guards to the solitary confinement section of the slave building. Covered in bruises, broken bones, weak and beaten from her punishment, the hound was tossed inside and locked away. Screaming at the top of her lungs she went between sobbing and cursing. Laying on the floor she felt her body shiver as her eyes burned from the tears. Brandon had thrown her away. After her attempt at attacking him, trying to escape, she was now here. Alone, cold, hurt and tired. Iron from her blood, whimpers and screams from other slaves in the cells, stupid guards laughing, some smoking. Her senses were all messed up. She had done the unthinkable.Â
Violet had gone against not only Brandon, but in turn Colombia. When the mistress found out what she had done, it was game over. Curling up in a ball the hound silently cried. She drifted on and off from sleep. Her body ached from the pain that was slowly dying out. How long had she been there? She was not sure. All she knew was Brandon’s words as the guards took her away. No outside time, limited food, and a good beating for what she had done. Though he had beaten her badly in their fight, nearly an inch from her life, the guards wanted in as well. Her body was weak at this point, her mind numb, and emotions scattered.Â
It seemed like forever when finally the door opened. Flinching as the guards came in and dragged her out tossing the hound to the floor. Shaking she didn’t bother moving or looking to see who it was. Her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. “H-Home. I want to go home. S-Sorry. So sorry.” Hiding her face in her hands Violet fell silent as she tried to wrap her head around everything that had happened. Part of her hoped it was Brandon or Colombia, but another part hoped she was just being taken back to the cells. Her thoughts while being trapped had come to twist her mind. She had been abandoned once again. Like in her past Violet was scared and terrified. But this time she had no way of getting herself up. “Food. I-I’m hungry.”
After all the chaos that had unfolded in Thorn Haven, Marcus had spent a couple weeks out of town, calling in a few souls and upon his return he saw that hings had returned to a fairly normal pace. After a few days, he decided to check in on the spunky little hellhound he’d had some fun with before, but was told she was in solitary. Not a stupid man, he knew what that meant.
When he heard she was being sprung, he ordered the guards to bring her to him. Given that he enjoyed her spirit, seeing her like this was...unpleasant.  “Come now, Violet, up you go,” he said, offering her a hand to pull her to her feet.  “We’re going to my place for some fun.” The last bit was said for the guards. Quietly, near her ear, he murmured, “Let’s get you fed and by the fire, hmmm?” It was too hot for a fire in his opinion, but he could feel how cool and clammy her skin was and knew it would be appreciated.