Cathedral screamed as loudly as she could when she was pushed into the waterfall.
Surely there were rocks underneath!
Surely she would die!
She had been betrayed by non-other than Morana herself.
Cathedral was surprised when she landed on her butt in a field of grass in the middle of nowhere, instead of being dead and having to deal with that stupid goddess of death again.
She grimaced, the sheer thought of Marzanna was enough to send dread tingling down her spine.
"You're that girl!" a singsong voice said behind her, "What are you doing here?"
She whipped around to see Daphne watching her.
"I landed here," Cathedral said, then immediately regretted saying.
Daphne laughed, pulling Cathedral up to a stand, "Come on, I'm sure Horace would want to meet a girl as pretty as you, maybe he'll even ask you to join our crew."
Cathedral gulped, but allowed herself to be led away, this girl couldn't be that bad, right?
She was led to Horace Vaugn, who was seated on a throne, a crown on his head.
It would've looked hideous on any other person, but this was Horace Vaugn.
On his head, the huge golden crown looked as though it belonged.
Cathedral stared at him, unable to tear away his gaze.
"Yes, I know that I'm handsome," Horace said, yawning, not bothering to look at her.
Cathedral blushed.
"I would like to join your crew," Cathedral heard herself saying.
Horace laughed, "You won't make it! Only people who I think look good enough are aloud to join my crew."
Cathedral gritted her teeth, feeling an overwhelming need to please him, "Look at me," she challenged.
Horace laughed, "Oh, please, there's no way you could be prettier than my wife."
"Open your eyes and look at me!" Cathedral begged.
He finally opened his eyes.
He gasped, covering his mouth with his hand, "Gosh, you are pretty."
"So, will you let me join?" Cathedral blurted, unable to control her mouth.
"A girl as beautiful as you?" Horace laughed, "I would be an idiot not to except."
"Repeat after me," Horace instructed, "I swear upon the River of Memories that I will serve and answer the call of Horace Vaugn until I die."
Cathedral felt his control snaking away as a bead of sweet formed on his brow.
She refused to repeat the words.
Horace's eyebrow furrowed, "You don't accept?"
Cathedral gulped, she opened her mouth to say that it was all just a mistake, but Horace must've sensed her emotion.
Her mouth clamped shut against her will.
She nodded.
She wanted to glare at the boy, but her eyes weren't responding to her command.
Horace Vaugn laughed, the bioelectrical energy between them snapping like a piece of uncooked spagetti, "Very well," he said, "Take her to the brig and tie her up,"
Cathedral screamed in pain as a length of rope was tied around her wrists so tight that it cut into her skin.
She felt something sticky and hot drip down her palm and immediately knew that she was bleeding.
Then, a piece of cloth was stuffed into her mouth.
Cathedral gagged, trying to push the gag out of her mouth.
Horace Vaugn snorted, "Stop trying to escape."
Cathedral didn't.
Horace beckoned whoever was behind her forward and whispered something into his ear.
The guard's eyes bugged out, "But she's so pretty!"
Horace glared at him, making him shut up.
The guard walked back over to Cathedral and spun her around, dragging her towards a dark hallway.
She gulped, her nails digging into her palms as the guard shoved her into a damp cell and produced an iron chain and a fancy looking dress.
The guard sighed, his voice sounded like honey, sweet and sticky, "I really don't want to do this to someone as beautiful as you, but I'm afraid I have to follow orders."
What are you gonna do? Cathedral wanted to ask, but all that came out was a muffled moan.
The guard laughed, "I'm Mallory by the way."
Cathedral didn't know why he even bothered with his name but she didn't want to ask either.
"I'm really sorry to tell you this, but I have to work with something underneath your shirt."
Cathedral choked.
Mallory shrugged, "As I said, I'm sorry."
He produced a corset and slid it into her shirt, putting it on so tight it made Cathedral feel like she couldn't breath.
He undid Cathedral's bonds and threw the dress at her.
Stepping out of the cell, he said, "Change into the dress, I'll come back in five minutes."
The moment he left, Cathedral took off the corset, gasping for air.
She would not put on the dress, whatever they did to her.
Soon, Mallory returned.
He looked at the corset and the dress, rolling his eyes as he stepping into the cell again.
"If you insist," he muttered, snapping out a thin bandage like piece of cloth.
Cathedral fought back, shooting a beam of lavender energy at him, but in a moment's time, she was bound once more, this time the ropes were even tighter.
He pushed Cathedral up against a wall and slid the piece of cloth into her shirt, wrapping it around her upper body like a corset, pulling it as tight as possible. It shouldn've felt normal, only the cloth felt as hard as iron.
Cathedral gasped as Mallory tied the cloth in place.
"You should be please," he hissed, "It's Captain Vaugn and Lady Estrada's first wedding anniversary, all prisoners are invited too."
"Mallory!" came Horace Vaugn's voice.
"Yes captain?" Mallory asked.
"We have another prisoner, and I have a feeling he would like to help dress our dear friend Cathedral."
Scott appeared, his wrists bound by rope and a wound on his cheek.
Cathedral blushed furiously as Scott stepping into the cell.
"Very well then," Mallory dipped his head, "I'll supervise."
Horace Vaugn narrowed his eyes, "I suppose."
"I-I can change into the dress myself," Cathedral mumbled around the gag in her mouth, fighting hard against the blush on her cheeks.
"Not after what happened last time," Mallory snarled, slamming Cathedral against the wall.
Cathedral gasped, struggling against the guard's grip.
Suddenly, there was a burning pain in her chest, she choked, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
Mallory smirked.
Cathedral could see the horror written all over Scott's face as Mallory undid his bonds, took control of his energy and made him step up to Cathedral.
Scott gulped as his fingers wrapped around the hem of Cathedral's black shirt.
Mallory smirked, controlling Scott to pull the shirt off.
Cathedral let loose a muffled moan as Scott pulled the fancy dress over her head and took off her pants before letting the skirt down.
By the time he had finished, Cathedral's face was redder than an apple.
Mallory's lips broke into a smile. He walked up to Cathedral and pressed Cathedral to the wall, securing her with an iron chain.
Cathedral couldn't look away as Mallory made Scott change into dress clothes. Her face turned even redder until finally the guard allowed her to drop her gaze.
"You're lucky, you know?" Mallory said suddenly.
Cathedral groaned.
Mallory smirked, "Tonight, there will be some... special guests."
Cathedral cocked her head as though to say: how?
"Oh, you won't want to know," Mallory yawned, dragging Scott to the cell next to Cathedral, yet didn't chain him, "Don't try anything stupid."
The moment he left, Cathedral moaned, her eyes desperate.
Scott, who's bonds were undone, clung to the bars, "Cathedral! We need to get out!"
Cathedral nodded, struggling against her bonds, she spat out the gag, "I-I c-can't b-b-breath!" she gasped, bending over in pain.
Scott looked at her worridly, "I know, right? We're stuck here!"
Cathedral panted, wanting to yell at him that she meant something different, but couldn't get the words out. She began seeing specks of white in the edges of her vision, her breaths were shallow.
Her world went black.
Dimly, she registered Scott calling her name, but there was nothing she could do.