Tiff only whimpered silently as they cleaned her, her eyes always on Axel, fearing his unpredictable wrath. When at last they finished she was clean and healed, and looking good as new, at least as far as physical condition went. Tiff herself had shed more and more silent tears and they had to give her water or fear her dehydration. She had also tried to run away many times, but her slow, heavy body let her only slightly lift her arms and legs, making them and her occasional hyper ventilation the only things that told them she was even trying. "OK, lets get her to the bed where Master and her can reconnect." She said, lifting the poor Dark elf from the rube, moving faster with Rose's help. Tiff whimpered and began to cry again, particularly since no one had cut of the ropes that even then were still holding her wrists together. She thought they were going to tie her up again, beat her again, and quickly she began to say "M-Mercy...Tiff...Tiff good...Tiff good...Mercy please...please for Tiff." Lillia did not let Rose cut the ropes around her wrists either, Alex had to do that. They laid her down on the bed and Lillia stayed back, letting her master handle the rest.
