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A pack of them come by her cage in the corner of the throne room once her captor--their master--has lumbered off in search of other pleasures. Mistress-to-be needs cheering, their leader says, unlocking the door and hauling her out into the rough grasp of two others. Can't send you in like that, though, filthy little bird. She's tried fighting before, gained the bruises and the scratches to prove it; now, she simply lets them drag her off, shaking a little in fear and barely-suppressed misery, hating them for everything they've done to her and Charlie and all the rest of the people she's seen and heard suffer.

Hating herself, too, for being so stupid and giving in so quickly now.

First, they take her to a vacant room somewhere in the labyrinth of the castle, cold stone walls and a hard tile floor. She's stripped and scrubbed, doused in frigid water and manhandled with an unseemly relish, the goblins erupting in a symphony of cackles and hoots every time something they do results in a whimper or shriek. Once clean, they throw a dress at her, clingy and lurid red, the sleeves long enough and back high enough to cover the worst of her bruises. New feathers, birdie, one of them purrs, watching her shiver as she pulls the dress on. Prettier plumage, to make the mistress smile.

Two goblins had brought the cage--her cage, she's ashamed to think of it as now--down to the corridor; they push her back in and lock her up, then carry her through another set of twisting passageways to a warmer part of the castle, stopping in front of a carved wooden door that opens to the lead goblin's knock. Rosie only sees the barest glimpse of the woman inside, dark dress and moonstone-pale hair and a severe expression, but she recognizes her instantly.

"Sabrina!"
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When Rosie came to, her head still aching and the memory of Nick's lost and desperate shouts ringing in her ears, it had been within the hot, filthy confines of the kitchen dungeons, the other prisoners--including Charlie, frantic at his own capture and how Sabrina had suffered during it--caged around her. It had been terrifying; foul, small creatures traipsing in and out, tormenting them with blows and threats alike, the ceaseless heat of the oven. Some people had even been taken away and brought back again, shaken and shaking, while others never seemed to return at all.

That had been bad, but what followed was somehow worse.

Through magic or mischief or some dark and fell knowing, their captor had learned of her. Or perhaps just of her voice, pure and sweet and clean. Master wants you, pretty bird, the goblin had rasped, leering at her as it unlocked the door, as it and two others dragged her out with sharp-nailed hands tight on her wrists. Lucky little black-haired bird, freed from the pie. She'd fought and screamed and wound up beaten for her trouble, their swinging fists and heavy clubs landing everywhere but her face until they dragged her away sobbing to place her in the throne room in another cage, more opulent than the last. When she'd seen the figure sitting on the throne, she'd screamed again, loud and terrified. Then, after another blow and a booming command, begun to sing.

Rosie doesn't know how long it's been going on, how long she's been here, one performance bleeding into the next, small creatures passing by when her captor is gone to pinch and poke at her or tell her the vilest and most frightening things. Long enough that her voice is nearly broken. Long enough that she doesn't cry as much as she had before, when it was all new and frightening.

She's alone now, one of those rare moments, sitting slumped at the floor of the cage and just waiting. When she hears the sound of footsteps coming closer, she turns her head towards them, staring listlessly for a moment before she grips the bars of her cage and pulls herself up again, readying herself for another song or something worse.

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Rosie Wilson

April 2021

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