Frida pushed the elegant Mage right in front of her former captive. “Go remove that bloody collar”, the 'merchant' said in a lowered voice stroking her hair from the sweating brow.
Delvina started to recover from the painful clash. No, it's not possible. It's a mistake. They couldn't attack me – ME, the High Mage – because of the stupid witch. This smallfolk must be so fearful. She raised her head up and said. “I'm not going to free her”, she looked upon all the people gathered. “She's a witch, a criminal. The trial will decide on her”.
Ilgwid's lips trembled from the fury. “You rotten b*tch” she hissed and jumped at Delvina. The weak attempt of the latter to stop another inevitable slap in the face was useless. Angry Ilgwid easily threw her former tormentor's hand away. And while the noble lady instinctively put her gloved hand on her burning cheek, the still naked witch grabbed her dress and simultaneously clutched her throat.
“Stop it! Now!” Frida bawled out from behind her back. “We have more important things to do first”, she told Ilgwid and the girl reluctantly let the staggered back mage go. “I won't repeat it – remove her collar or I'll remove some skin from your fucking noble face”
Delvina knew she had no choice and complied, trying not to look in the Ilgwid's eyes. In a few seconds the witch was free from her magical bonds. She ripped the collar from sorceress hands and examined.
“Do you think you can put it to good use?”, Frida asked Ilgwid. “I've read about these things. It seems like they can work if installed properly”
Ilgwid's face beamed with joy. “Oh... I think we should definitely give it a try”, the redhead girl said. Delvina slowly started to realize what her captors are going to do.
“You don't mean to... No!” the thought that the collar can be used on her inflicted almost physical pain to the proud mage. It was so embarrassing. “You can't do it... Only High Mages can use these collars”, she jabbered desperately.
“We'll see. It doesn't hurt to try” Ilgwid smiled. “Be a good girl and don't even try to resist”.
It was over in less than a minute. Ilgwid shut her eyes, fastened the clasp of the collar on the mage and stepped back. “Wow! It seems to be working, I don't feel any magiс in her now. Piece of cake!” she was astonished herself.
Delvina felt empty. She couldn't do anything. It was like they have taken off one of her arms. The noblewoman looked at still naked but smirking with delight country girl with fury.
“You will pay for these, you scumbags. When the High Council know, they burn everything here to the ground and turn your place into a desert. And you b*tches will finish in our dungeons where I will flog you senseless every day. You won't die quickly, I promise”
“Empty threats will get you nowhere, you silly”, Frida was now smiling just as the other people in the room. Meanwhile Ilgwid approached the table where Delvina sat and picked her whip. She thrusted it into the mage's face. “Even a mage can't predict the future. As for now, this is your turn to be flogged. Hands on the table, b*tch!”
Delvina tried to seize the whip back but Ilgwid grabbed her by the hair and easily threw to the table. She swung the whip which fell to the noblewoman's backside. CRACK! It was so painful even through the fabric of her dress. Delvina tried to hold out and keep silence but couldn't help herself from screaming after the third blow.
“Enough for now” Frida stopped Ilgwid and turned to Delvina. “Now, when we adorned you with that nice collar, it would be fair if you present us with something in exchange. Ilgwid, do you like that?” she raised the mage's gold and ruby necklace with her knife.
|