Hello, I am Winter. This is my very first fanfiction. I hope I've captured the characters as best as possible while also feeding my horrid fluff monster.
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Eralyn was remotely conscious of the tingling numbness and agonizing pain that worked their way through every nerve of her aching arms. She was barely aware of the coarse ropes that bound her hands to the ceiling of the dimly lit room, or the deep gouges they had carved into her wrists.

Her skin prickled with a low electricity as she tried to focus on anything but her apprehensive breathing; it wasn't a gentle sexy spark that she had read about in fan fiction and adult books, it was a sinister prickle. One that alerted her to the new waves of hot blood trickled that down her ruined back, streaming over her limp legs to her feet. Dripping the short but painfully real distance between her toes and the concrete floor, each bead of oozing red liquid procuring it's own chime like plip as it echoed around the darkened room.

Of course the pain hadn't started as a tingle, it had started as a deep burn that sprouted and bloomed into an unbearable torment as the knotted wires of her captors makeshift whip throttled her bare body, Eliciting screams which were muffled by her molded gag. There was two types of whippings she had the misfortune of getting acquainted too, the first was strong yet erratic which she was thankful for in comparison to the second, the weak but rhythmic blows of the taller man's beatings kept her on the edge of asphyxiation, each strike was accompanied by body spasms that prevented her from catching her breath this seemingly endless assault caused blackouts; from which the whipping would revive her. At this stage the pain of the grating metal against soft flesh become secondary to the lack of oxygen and her assaulter would change his torturous method, but never the questions. To which her truthful answers were simply not good enough.

Where is your group?

I have none.

How many are there?

Only me.

How many men?

None.

How much food?

I have none.

She welcomed the burning smell of flesh and unbearable heat in comparison to the whip. She hadn't drank or eaten in days and was relieved when her body slipped into the dreamless sleep, she only hoped death would relieve her. In a world where the dead came back for the living she thought it almost humorous that it was the living she feared most.

It was during the time when she and her captors slept when Eralyn Abelone felt herself finally fading from existence, That it happened. Almost without warning she began to hear strange noises crashing in around her, but she was too far gone to register their meaning or intention. Gunshots, screaming…muffled groaning. Smells mingled in her nostrils the bitter stench of gunpowder, fresh blood, rotting meat and Leather but she could not open her eyes to see and she could not part her lips to speak.

A warmth bloomed against her cold cheek, so abruptly that she was unable to contain the sharp breath which escaped her chest. She could hear movement below her face, a scrabbling of footsteps and the scraping of wood against the concrete ground.

When her arms were relieved of the weight her body had put on them it was almost as painful the first lash of barbed wire. Her raw skin was swaddled in a rough cloth which rubbed against the weeping wounds that littered her body, yet she was too weak to scream out in agony. Gasoline and dust swirled around her senses and she reached out to hold the darkness that was coming close to her chest, hoping, wishing, praying.

Eralyn had thought the gods had granted her wish when she was slowly drifted into semi-consciousness; her cognitive reality was coaxed into awareness by a soft yet gravely purr. Her blue eyes opened a sliver to reveal the rusted ceiling of an old car, a young man's face came into view and stared down at her from under his baseball cap.

"Rick, she's awake," He frantically called.

"Miss? …miss you're going to be okay…we're going to help…" The older man's voice drifted off as she lost consciousness yet again, and dreamed for the first time in weeks of pristine snow.

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Edit. OMGS Yes I know. I suck. I don't update in a year and then bang I'm rewriting this mother. *cries* Sorry I love you guys.