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The torturers teased out every feeling from her.
Pain. Sorrow. Hopelessness. Regret. Anxiety. Indifference. Anger. Determination. Happiness. Pride.
The life in this sector was much harder than she expected. Learning to crawl to safety without her fingers and toes while crows feast on her back was quite difficult.
Still, she found a place inside the new community after a couple months. Even without her horse, she is still a capable shootist and scout.
The memories of being strapped to a table and having countless forms of torture conducted on her are always in her mind, but so too do the memories of getting closer to defeating the wardens with each day, meeting people similar to her, and the stories they would tell..
Despite being more physically demanding than her last job, more painful, more stressful, the daily struggle to overcome the wardens and the satisfaction of making progress in defeating them made her far happier than her previous position.
Phrai was right about the wardens. When they had time off, most spend their time reliving old memories, or distract themselves with drinking and rutting. Despite their detestation of the sinners, many wanted companionship from them during their days off.
They’re surprisingly clingy and emotional, but the nature of their jobs mean that anything more than occasional bedmates is not possible.