The slap woke Lavender up a little. She still felt weak, but she welcomed the pain, for what little clarity it gave her. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, but she reached up a shaking hand to push her hair back from her face, and a chain jingled. She was naked, lying on a bare mattress, chained to the wall.
The old Lavender would have cried. Or screamed, or begged for mercy. The new Lavender simply wiped blood from her lip with her free hand, and raised her dark eyes to glare at her captors.
Kazim went to one knee beside her and gripped her by the jaw, turning her face roughly to one side. "Such a shame," he sighed, running his free hand over the girl's small breasts. "She was so pretty under all the scarring."
To his surprise, the girl didn't shrink back, but met his eyes. "Are you going to rape me?" she asked, flatly. "You wouldn't be the first. I'm not afraid of you."