Tortured Timeless
Alanna didn’t know how long she’d been imprisoned. Time seemed to flow differently in this place, but it wasn’t the same as when she was in her bottle. It was like time literally flowed differently. And she could feel the pure dark magic everywhere, making it so she could barely breathe.
She didn’t know how it had happened, but she’d somehow been yanked from within her bottle and thrown into this...place...This dungeon. From the start of her imprisonment, she had been in almost constant pain. Her captor was careful, precise, never doing anything that could cause Alanna to automatically return to her bottle. Besides which, every wound healed almost instantaneously. At least, that was how it was at first, while the djinni was only bound by the strange feline woman’s magic. It wasn’t long, however, before iron shackles were clasped around her wrists, cutting Alanna off from her own magic and halting any benefits it could have given her.
Since that moment, she had been cut and clawed and strangled and shocked and burned and frozen...her bones had been broken and repaired and broken again...innumerable tortures with no sign of stopping, and whenever the woman--Mirage, she’d introduced herself as at one point, Alanna thought--ran out of room to add to the wounds, she healed a couple and continued on. Alanna had passed out--or perhaps even died--and been revived multiple times already, and she had no doubt it would happen again before Mirage decided she was done.
Eventually, she was left alone, chained with more iron and hanging by her shackles from the stone ceiling of the chamber. She drifted in and out of consciousness, only aware of the agony which had become her constant companion. She gave no thought to being rescued or whether her master had even noticed she was gone. For all she knew, it may have only been a single second since she had returned to her bottle, replayed in a loop to allow Mirage infinite time to torture her. Or it may have been days or weeks. At this point, Alanna had no concept of time, and it didn’t matter if she knew how much time had passed.