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Distant Horizons (1×1 w/ Jikkah)

"That's good to know. Come on, I'll show you to where the beds are. It's not far." Babette said before petting Lis' dainty leg and leading Amaya off.
 
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Amaya followed as told, not making a single peep, only looking around for Sasuke as they went.
 
They walked passed the eating area and up a set of stairs to a massive line of beds, "Pick one and it's yours." Babette said, "You don't have to worry about any one stealing from you.."
 
Amaya looked at the bed, then at Babette. “I have nothing to steal.” She said as she moved closer to the bed, sitting down on the straw mattress.
 
"I meant..." Babett stopped and made a face, "More when you actually get things to call your own...we're a family here, we care about each other, so if you bring home things that you like, you can trust no one will take it.."
 
She didn’t look very hopeful, but then again, no one was exactly cheerful in the Dark Brotherhood.
Amaya would do runs as requested, making purchases in town, discarding evidence, making letter drops. They were all better jobs suited for her, since she didn’t grow tired as easily, or cold or hungry.
 
Astrid gave her some money for running the errands, just enough for her to have something to call her own. She was apart of the Family, after all.
 
Amaya carried a large bundle on her back, things needed in the sanctuary she was sent out to buy. She had wrapped herself in warm clothes, even if she didn’t really need them, if only to fit in.
 
As she left Falkreath and rounded the road to reach the Sanctuary, she was grabbed and had a bag forced over her head before she was dragged off into a cart.
 
The pack she had on her back fell from her shoulders in the struggle, the contents spilling out onto the ground as Amaya tried to kick and scream.
 
"Shut up or we'll kill you right now." A man growled at her angrily. There sounded like there were others with them, equally as scared.
 
Amaya quickly fell silent, grunting when she was tossed into the back of a wagon, bumping into someone else inside. She was too scared to try and pull the hood off, trying to scramble into a safe corner.
 
Amaya was terrified, what would happen to her? Would Sasuke know? She feared the worst, that she was going to be sold into slavery once again.
 
It was a very, very long ride by the time they stopped. She was dragged out of the cart and forced to walk, to where she didn't know for sure. She didn't know much outside Falkreath nor did she remember much of her old Hold before she died.
 
Amaya was practically hyperventilating as they were led somewhere she couldn’t see, hearing at least three others with her. She had ropes around her wrists, being led along quickly and quietly to her knew fate.
 
All she could hear were the other people in the room with her, and her own breathing, turning her head every which way to try and hear anything new.
 
The bag was removed and she was in a sort of dungeon with a handful of other young men and women, all of them bound by their hands.
 
She looked around at her surroundings, fear building in her chest as she saw what was in the room with them. Torture devices, dozens and dozens of them; walls lined with whips and clubs and irons, cages and chains. Her face was splotched with grey, which she herself had dismissed as bruising, even though it didn’t hurt.
 
"This is all of them?" A voice asked, followed by the gentle clicking of a cane. A sickly man came in, putting all his weight on his walking device as he looked over everyone in the line.
 
Amaya knew exactly what situation she was in, she was being sold off as a slave again, just when she had escaped it, she was back to being a slave. She looked down at the floor, keeping her head down and her mouth shut.
 
Amaya felt her blood run cold, staring down at the ground between their two feet. Why did he have to stop in front of her? Why did he even have to notice her? She opened her mouth to speak, only to close it again quickly.
 
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