A Rite of Passage (Lord DreamCrusher x [B M T H])

[Valkyrja]

Mira didn't offer Gunnar any bit of a fight. She remained quiet save for a handful of whimpers, hisses and whines when he looked over her body and carefully re-bandaged any wound that would benefit from dressing while also cleaning out any open sores. And man, there were a lot. Mira was sitting on the toilet, the lid down, as Gunnar took care of her battered body and she didn't fight aside from her frequent flinching. Her eyes were resting on the floor for most of his care but nearing the end, her dark brown orbs were frozen on his face, watching as the inflection in his eyes would shift each time he moved to a different wound on her body. In a way, his presence offered her a sick sense of comfort. Gunnar was the only one of the five men to have not hurt her as of yet. He was really the only one who went out of his way to help her.

But was it really help if he was still conspiring with the other four men to keep her trapped here on the bus? He didn't step in to help her when Volker was slashing her skin open with a simple flick of his wrist. In fact, he walked away.

Mira's face seemed to scrunch up for a moment as she withheld her emotions, trying to bury down the next set of tears that stung against her eyes. She glanced up, trying to blink them away. That's when she caught Jori staring back at her from the doorway. She stared at him silently, watching him examine her with concern until Gunnar applied pressure against one of the more gnarly wounds. Mira gasped, her body wincing back as her attention moved back to Gunnar. Holding her breath, she tried to steady herself while he finished.

Still seemingly unable to speak, Mira accepted the ibuprofen and water while shaking her head to the offer of food. At least Gunnar was offering her all of the water she could drink, something she absolutely took him up on. She had been so dehydrated. Once left alone to her own accord, Mira simply paced. At first she walked circles in the bathroom, her gait fairly slow and subdued as she limped slightly. The movement in her legs was surprisingly cathartic after having been restrained for the better part of a full day. Mira wanted desperately to hide in her cot to keep away from Ethereal but she knew the cot wouldn't offer her much in terms of safety. She needed to move and keep the blood flowing. Her eyes would flicker upwards every now and again to catch one of the five men glancing back at her. She'd also let her eyes peruse that wooden door segmenting the cabin of the tour bus from the entrance. Her wandering gaze explored everything there was to explore on the bus, trying to inspect any potential means of escape. She wasn't going to act on any unplanned urge - she knew she'd need to be careful and calculated for whatever her next move was. Breaking a mirror was peanuts in comparison to an escape attempt and she had a feeling she had yet to feel the full wrath of Ethereal and, in particular, Volker.

In the hallway between the cots, there was a door on the roof of the tour bus. Quietly, Mira formulated an escape plan.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Of course each of the men cast glances her way now and again as she moved about but they weren't worried for the time being, just making sure she knew that she wasn't completely off the hook just because of a little torture. For the most part they were all still a bit groggy and tired which was a godsend for the fact that they were far less likely to want to use her just now, though their patience was also far less should she do something to draw their ire. For the time being that was not the case though and it seemed that even with the stop they had made decent time as the bus pulled to a stop in the venue lot and the hiss of the air brakes was faintly audible even through the well insulated interior.

"You guys know the drill. Let's manage the setup and then we can dip out for some food while the roadies do their job. Somebody get the girl back in her bunk." Volker was quick to give orders as usual and Karsten rose to the occasion. "I'll do it." The tall man stood from his seat and turned on Mira, heavy footfalls sounding his approach. He didn't say anything but simply motioned with his hand to guide her towards the familiar bed. He expected that she'd listen and head there on her own so that he could focus on locking her cuffs to the wall but if she hesitated too long he was ready to give her a good slap to get her moving.

Judging by the amount of daylight they likely still had hours before actually putting on their show but if last time was any indication they wouldn't be spending much of that time with her when they could be out and about instead. They'd raped her once and it was only a matter of time before they did it again. They weren't likely to give her the space she needed to heal without more abuse of some sort and the hatch in the ceiling was tempting but there was little in the way of reaching it easily, the closest object the relatively low seat of the couch on one side and a solid standing cabinet on the other.