Briseis frowned, sort of wishing that her friends hadn't kept her confidence in this case. (A strange thing to wish of friends, but there it was anyway.) "No," she said with a shake of her head. "You need to know. Epiales had me: that part I guess you already know, but-" Briseis took a breath, pulling on the end of her sleeves as she considered her words. "They didn't torture me, not in any physical way. They barely touched me. But Epiales is Nightmares and so she knew the things I was the most scared of, she knew the things that I had nightmares about, and she knew how to make them happen when I was awake."
She sort of wanted to pick up her tea and take a sip, but she didn't want to pause her story. She wanted it out and done. "She made it seem like the soldiers from Greece were there, made me think they were raping me. She brought in all these men and she filled up every part of my mind with these horrifying things they would do to me. Sometimes she used the faces of soldiers I recognised but other times they were strangers, random men I'd never seen before." She looked at Patroclus and forced herself not to flinch. "Sometimes she used you."