She was used to not fighting fair.

And she was certain that she was used to finding the worst scum in Fodlan– be they
bandits, mercenaries, or nobles– to do her bidding.

Evidently, she still had much to learn on both fronts. When the raiders had
appeared outside the monastery gates, student hostages in hand, the situation had
looked dire enough. By the time that the guards realized that another force was
attacking through the underground, it was too late to mount a response.

Edelgard had been in her room when the shouting had begun, napping after a
particularly difficult lecture on tactics. She had scarcely registered the sound of her
door being kicked in before rough hands were all over her, dragging her out of bed
and over to the sturdy chair beside her desk.

Edelgard struggled, but her assailants were too many and her axe was far from
hand. Realizing the situation was hopeless, she opened her mouth to shout for
help–

–only for something to be crammed past her lips, stifling her cry. With her arms
pinned behind her by a at least four rough hands and her legs being wrestled apart
by still more, she was helpless to resist as a strip of cloth was quickly looped about,
then knotted behind her head. She shouted– anger and indignation flaring within
her– but heard nothing save for a mortifyingly inarticulate grunt.

As her focus returned to the rest of her body, Edelgard found that rope had been
lashed around her forearms and ankles. Her arms were uselessly box tied behind
her, while her legs had been splayed apart in a decidedly vulgar fashion, anchored
to the chair’s front legs.

Instinctively, she tried to bring her knees together to shield her vulnerable
womanhood and preserve some semblance of dignity. A vicelike grip clamping
down on her right breast caused her to emit a muted shriek and thrash, wood
groaning beneath her as her prison held firm.

“Now now, leave those pretty little legs wide open– or we’ll do worse to you than
groping.”

She had never been treated in such a manner. Her worldly knowledge in such
matters was limited to the very occasional dalliance, and at no time had her
intimates been touched by another. Edelgard’s eyes narrowed, and she growled at
the speaker, a hulking, grizzly man who towered over her bound form.

Again, the man squeezed, sending a surge of pain– and something altogether
unwanted– through Edelgard’s chest. Despite her best efforts, it was impossible to
avoid choking out an involuntary whimper. Her tormentor twisted his grip,
intensifying the sensations rocking Edelgard’s body.

Begrudgingly, Edelgard allowed her knees to part again, feeling a wave of
vulnerability wash over her as she did. Laughter pealed all around her, even as the
bandits stepped away to strip the room of everything of worth.
Then, they turned to her, their eyes full of avarice and lechery.
And she felt cold fear.

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