Through the door came a standard-dressed Honorblade, enteringg sideways through the door and dragging something behind him.
Eros could only stare in frozen horror as a woman was practically thrown through the door, being roughly handled by her arms by the first and now second mercenary.
The woman, a tall and imposing being when standing, was near unrecognizable to Eros. Copious amounts of her golden muscled body was in open view, old scars and new wounds on display as her modesty was robbed from her. She was made to kneel before the long carpet, in only her undergarments, her knees slammed into the hardwood floor.
Her beloved lush mane of amber hair was disheveled, large sections thin and uneven, whole sections bare of hair.
Eros' eyes narrowed dangerously as he understood with fury: they had ripped out his Freyja's hair.
Kaendra paced around her meeting table and down the carpet, stopping several arms' lengths away from her. She glared down her nose at Freyja, contempt burning so bright in the woman's eyes that Eros' body shook and twitched as Nesheph took control.
"We swore." She stated, keeping him in place as anger laced her tone.
"Well Eris, it seems that two more victims of your past have come to collect their justice." Kaendra declared coldly.
As Lycia Readied to correct Kaendra, Freyja spoke first.
"I am no-!"
"Silence, wretch!" the second mercenary crowed, a small black and glowing book appearing in his hand in an instant.
Eros' rage only burned greater as Freyja's mouth snapped shut, her body quaking. They re-bound her soul with a grimoire. To his utmost surprise, Freyja's mouth began to force open, and flew her voice.
"No. I, will, not. You will, hear my soul."
