Another day, another set of thoughts to deal with. Since returning to the camp after her injury-related leave, Sayaka had been put right to work. Paperwork and physical work both, to come with her new promotion as a lieutenant in camp. Of course, on top of that, there comes the personal endeavor of trying to get some respect in her position. There was only artificial respect in that camp, particular for her. Nothing genuine. They still ridiculed her, she knew, even if she no longer had to sleep among the regular knight bunks with the others. That didn’t bar her from overhearing them any other time.
So, she supposed she still looked forward to days off that she attained to simply do as she pleased, either on grounds or off. Granted, her status didn’t follow her into the city in terms of being left alone, but she would just have to deal with that as she always did, right? She thought so. She thought so, up until trouble reared its unsightly head, in the form of maybe…three heads? Three familiar peers, once again boys with nothing else better to do, finding preference in spending their free time harassing old targets that they should have really outgrown by now.
She found herself halted by the three, surrounded rather abruptly and stuck fast where she stood. “….” Sayaka grimaced, the magical knight now stuck. She could fight back, but somehow…these situations always found her startled, frozen in place. Why was it always like this? Maybe because one face in particular is disturbingly familiar to her. The same face that gifted her with the oh so pleasant mark on her abdomen. Why was she even surprised?
"Well, well. If it ain’t our favorite old pal. So tell me, ya still confused?” Laughter. That tone still grated on her nerves. The tone of an individual who would rather ruin someone’s innocence, than ever try to understand what might be wrong.
"L…let me by." Sayaka demanded, hesitating at first. That was a mistake, surely. Stumbling, like that. He simply laughed, crossing his arms. Yeah, no chance that was going to happen. I need to…fight.
That was the problem. She couldn’t. Her muscles and nerves, they only filled with the unsettling, nerve-wracking sensation that plagued the senses when one wanted to move desperately, but simply couldn’t. The feeling of flight coupled with an unwilling paralysis of the muscles; frozen to the spot she stood. She could feel any amount of rage or disdain towards this stain in her memory, on her torso physically even, and yet couldn’t do anything about it. It frustrated her. Just once, she wanted him to know what she knew. Isolation, pain, distress; by her own hands. But instead she still froze up like a frightened child, the memory suddenly like a fresh new thought in the forefront of her imagination.
"Hah! Oh?" He sneered, taking a stride forward. a hand shot out at her, causing a reflexive, defensive movement. Her arm raised in front of her, only for him to snatch her wrist, grip tightening immediately. Her wrist was sore immediately; she could tell a gentle hold was far from his intention. Her breath caught in her throat, her breathing pattern about halting entirely as he stepped closer still, sneering right in her face, giving her a generous fill of the smell of smoke and rather foul breath. It almost made her as sick as he made her himself, by his presence alone. How fitting. Sayaka grimaced, desperately urging her legs to work, for her body to move back away from him.
Ugh. Sayaka opens her mouth to…retort? Insult him? Scream for him to back off? But her mouth feels dry, and the sound refuses to leave her throat. Instead she shuts her mouth yet again, forced only to stare in sickening discomfort at the familiarly threatening expression on the face of her harasser. He remembered that day as well as she did, she knew. And she knew he resented her for what happened, at that.
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