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Wet Cherry of Truth	By : uztre Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 96295 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own or claim ownership of or make any profit of any of the characters or other elements of The Witcher 3 contained within the story.

Chapter List
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Summary:
Yennefer gets back to the reality again and tries to flee from the Witch Hunters. It's logical that nothing goes the way she plans and even all hell is breaking loose. Will Yennefer make it out of Oxenfurt or will she die trying? Let's see...
Tags: No sex, little bit gore, violence
Notes:
- Spell-checked on June 17, 2018
"Yen?"

As Yennefer opened her eyes, she saw Lambert and Eskel's worried faces in front of hers.

"Lambert. Eskel!" The raven-haired sorceress smiled lovely with happy eyes, then flung her arms around the totally confused witchers who failed to step back as if they got an allergic reaction by Yennefer's friendly and warm hug. "It's good to see you again."

Both witchers exchanged shell-shocked gazes. Yennefer's mind was clearly gone mad.

"Okay... It's good to see you too, I guess," Eskel replied while trying not to laugh.

"Are you on drugs, Yen?" Lambert asked straightforward. The party at the auction house was going as usual and everything looked normal.

Relatively speaking, of course.

"No... I just got clear about something of myself I used to deny. That's all, gentlemen."

"A second ago, you were freaking out and seemed to have a nervous breakdown. And now you hug us both and tell us you're happy to see us again... You're really not on drugs, Yen? You know you can be honest with us."

"Boys, I'm fine. That before was just a little rush of happiness."

Both witchers didn't believe her a word but decided to play along.

"You mentioned Menge's name, Yen. Do you need us to do something for you?"

"Actually, yes. There's something. Lambert, go to the room with the number thirty-three and bring me my black dress," Yennefer commanded with her sexy accent like she had never really lost her magic before. "What's that stupid face now. Is the job too complicated for you?"

"Lambert just do it..." Eskel added, indicated him with eyes to go and let him handle her.

Shaking his head and smirking, the witcher gave off a snort and walked away.

"You've not really become a slave, haven't you?"

"It's complicated."

"Funny. Geralt is using the same adjective when he describes his relationship with you."

Yennefer starred up at Eskel.

"Eskel, Eskel. There are many funny things I know about you as well. Do you really want them to get disclosed now in this filthy orgy here? Please say yes. Come on."

"No, what I want is the truth..." Eskel's head turned left and right, making sure no one was listening. "We gave up our weapons at the entrance. If you--"

"Here, Yen," Lambert appeared with her dress and handed it over. It took only a few seconds for Yennefer to squeeze her petite, beautiful body into it. The witchers' eyes gaped at her flawless sex appeal.

"If you need backup or help, we--"

"No, that is not an option, Eskel... I know after all we've been through... Stop grinning, boys," Yennefer rolled her violet eyes but had to smirk and shake her head as well. "You just have to trust me. Alright?... And keep your mouths shut about tonight, of course."

Once more, Lambert and Eskel bandied looks for few seconds and then came to a decision. Yennefer wished that she and Geralt would have found the same way to communicate with each other. That would have solved a lot of problems.

"Fair enough. If fighting isn't an option, how can we help you else?"

"You could actually do one thing for me. Help me to find the zerrikanian General and keep me out of Menge's sight. That's all. Can you do this for me, boys?"

"I'll lead the way," Eskel stated, determined. "Lambert, you'll cover her back... You know what I mean, idiot."

"No, not really. Please explain it to me again. What part of Yen's sexy body should I--" Lambert joked.

"Boys? We don't really have time for this," Yennefer uttered, amused somehow. After three years in an illusion and a short time of shame and awkwardness about what she had done during the last twenty-four hours, she achieved to emotionally get back on her feet again. What happened happened, and when she made it outside Oxenfurt, safe and sound, then it was worth it, she was sure.

For Ciri, everything was worth the effort.

Taking the dimeritium collar and broken love egg with her, Yennefer let herself get escorted by the witchers, hoping they were going to find the General fast before Menge did same with them. But something was telling her that she was going to experience another surprise yet. While they were walking through the corridors full of mating peers, Yennefer couldn't hold herself back from using her magic abilities again and reading Lambert's thoughts behind her.

"Lambert, stop it!"

"What? I didn't say anything."

"You won't shag my butt again. This was just a one-off. Stop contemplating about it."

"Contem- what?"

"And stop acting the ignorant. I know you're much smarter than you want people to take you for," Yennefer smirked and gave the witcher a short look.

"As we all know already, Geralt is a damn lucky man, Yen."

"No. Geralt was a damn lucky man, Lambert."

The half-bald witcher's brown eyes gaped wide open.

"You mean--

"Shhhh," Eskel suddenly whispered and stopped, looking around the corner. A few seconds later, he beckoned them both over, having still the other room in sight. "Menge is there. Look, on the other side. He's keeping an eye on the zerrikanian General who's talking with two female peers."

Yennefer gave the room a short gaze as well and saw the problem ahead. Menge must have known that she needed to meet him again when she wanted to escape from here. So, instead of chasing her, Menge was smart enough to let her come to him.

"Shit. Did I mention how much I hate this damn bastard?"

"I assume you have an emergency plan."

"Only one. What's the time right now?"

"About one hour after midnight," Lambert guessed.

"Then I'm still in play to get out of this city."

"Good. What can we do for you, Yen?"

"Nothing, actually... Wait, there's something. You can say Javvar Azol that I already went off. He'll understand it. Get it?"

Both men nodded their head.

"And we can't really do anything?"

"No, and now let me go, boys. And don't forget to do what we've spoken," Yennefer remembered and turned around, heading the back door of the auction where her contact should have been waiting already. Tottering down the stairs, people were to busy screwing each other that it was an easy game for her to attract no attention. A short time later, Yennefer was already standing at the back door where five heavy guards were doing sentry duty.

"Milady, you name please."

"Yenna Vester. Member of the zerrikanian delegation and General Azol's haweenay."

"I'm sorry, my lady. But as a slave, you can only go out in the presence of your Master."

"This is ridiculous," Yennefer blurted, heard shaking. "I just need to get some fresh air, that's all."

"Do we have a problem here?"

All of a sudden, the Queen herself was standing right next to Yennefer whose heart made a painful flip. The plan was to get outside without making any fuss. With Adda, this became impossible now.

"Then why do you insult lady Vester this way, soldier?"

"My queen, this was not my intention. It's just... Secret treaty number eighteen, article eleven says that no zerrikanian slave is allowed to diverge from her Master more than twenty feet. The only exception is given if the slave's life is in danger... What isn't the case right now, obviously."

Both women bandied looks.

"Are you mocking me, soldier?" Adda asked dead seriously.

"My queen, I'd never--"

"Then let my best girlfriend go or I will make sure that your king and my husband will hear about this diplomatic incident. Did I make myself clear enough?"

All guards nodded hastily their heads and opened the door.

"Thank you," Yennefer whispered.

Adda just pointed with her eyes to go and gave her a wink.

Not losing any more time, the raven-haired sorceress crossed the street and walked around the corner, constantly asking herself where her contact might be.

Then, a subtle whistle came from the bush not five feet away. As Yennefer looked over to see more, a little girl's face appeared between the limbs, from the very girl who stole her purse when she visited the Deireadh prison.

"They sent a child to me. I can't believe it."

"Hey, I'm twelve!"

"Good for you, girl," Yennefer countered in an undertone of annoyance.

"You have the crystal?"

Hand diving into the deep cleavage and push-up bra, the raven-haired sorceress took out the glowing bug and handed it over to the twelve-year-old. An addictive feeling of relief flooded her petite body by seeing her part of the bargain was done.

"Good, now take off all your clothes and jewelry and deposit them inside this crate."

Yennefer looked confused. "Why? And here?!"

"Because we won't make it to the carts and through the safety precautions if you look so beautiful," the girl stated in good earnest, making the sorceress smile. "And yes, here."

"Alright, if you say so..." Yennefer starred left and right to make sure no one was coming and then got rid of every piece of her extremely expensive and exclusive clothes including her stilettos and jewelry. It hurt her to see the outfit lying on the bottom of the crate, instead of her soft skin and petite body, especially the Louboutin stilettos...

They were to die and kill for.

"Your underwear too, miss."

"What?! Should I escape naked?"

"No, you will wear these," the girl said innocently and gave Yennefer her old outfit...

... of a vengerberger whore.

"Girl, you can't be serious. There must be another outfit I put on. Anything else, a maidservant, a peasant woman, whatever. Does it really have to be one of a... um... very revealing businesswoman?" Yennefer argued, shocked to see these tatter of garbage called outfit again.

"No, miss. But it's only to get into the cart. We've deposited your new outfit there. Now hurry, hush hush!"

With a heavy heart, Yennefer stripped stark naked and tossed her lingerie into the crate as well and put her old clothes on while gritting the teeth and enjoying the humiliating feeling of going to be treated and seen as street harlot once more.

The whole outfit was only made of three parts; a backless sleeveless dress, red garter belt, and two ankle-high-heeled boots, but no undergarments like panties, bra or stockings. The skimpy dress had a cleavage going deep down to her bellybutton, like the backside down to the beginning of her ass crack. The cuttings weren't even the worst part; the dress itself was very short, its hemline ending right at her upper thigh, or better say right below her raw buttocks.

An outfit of a whore, for whores.

Or like Netek used to say.

For her.

"Ready?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Good. Follow me," the girl giggled and moved on at high speed. After the perfectly comfy stilettos, the boots made her feet ache at every step. "Not so fast, girl. These boots are killing me!"

Surprisingly, the streets were empty with no hunters or soldiers patrolling the beat. The word that came to her mind was strange. And Menge wasn't known for being careless or relentless. Yennefer was sure that something was wrong at this site.

They passed the barber shop and finally reached the barricade of carts at the bridge to Velen, few redanian soldiers guarding them. "It's the second cart. C'mon, miss."

"HEY STOP!" Someone yelled behind them all of a sudden and made both be thunderstruck and look stonily. "Hey, I'm talking with you!" From the corner of her eyes, Yennefer watched how the girl slowly moved over to the shadows in the back alley and disappeared, leaving her alone. Good girl...

Knees shaking, the raven-haired sorceress turned around and put a good face on the matter, recognizing an entire patrol of hooded elite witch hunters standing right before her. Her heart dropped right into her gut. She was dead in the water. Fucking dead.

"Bitch, are you stupid or deaf, or even both?!?" The leader of the group grunted.

"I'm... um--"

"Retarded, huh?! No hooking allowed in Oxenfurt in the next two days. And YOU are also in the red area, whore. Can't you see the red signs here and there?!? It's forbidden for civilians - and yes WHORES like you - to be in this fucking area!!!"

"I am... so sorry... maybe we can settle this problem... in a more--"

"We should fucking RAPE you DEAD for this misdemeanor, but you're lucky that the Commander is here in town now... So fucking move your bubble butt to the gate where your workmates are before I change my mind, bitch. MOVE!!!"

Yennefer had no idea what he was talking about as she heard him yelling, "WHORE WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!? THE DEIREADH PRISON IS LOCATED BEHIND THE CART STATION!!! MOVE FUCKING CUNT!!!"

Deireadh prison???

Eyes shooting open in shock, the name sent cold shivers up and down her spine. Yennefer could do anything but obey and totter to the main gate of the infamous jail under the watchful eyes of every guard in the area now. There was no trace of her newest girlfriend rescuing her. Why wasn't she so surprised that she got hung out to dry at the first moment of a problem?

As Yennefer reached the gate, they were already standing thirteen prostitutes and talking with each other, surrounded by several hunters on the fortress and streets.

"What is going on here?" One of them asked the circle. "And where is mom?"

"I don't know, Tenna. But she should be here soon. They said they want to announce something to us. Who knows what."

"I don't like this. Here before this place... Sioma, perhaps we should warn the others."

"And tell them what?"

"I don't know... Don't come, for instance."

Yennefer moved closer to the women but remained silent, for her cover's sake. Although she had no idea what was going to do, she decided to stay alive as long as possible. Fortunately, it didn't take long as 'mom' appeared at the place and hissed, "What the hell is going on here, sergeant?! Who of you assholes is behind this stupidity?!" Impressed by her self-esteem, Yennefer decided to stay close to the elven woman with short, black hair and sleeveless blue dress

Clearly a prostitute too but one of the very expensive ones.

"Ah, the famous whore queen Eera. It's good you honor us with your holy presence, my queen," an officer of the witch hunters bragged mockingly and strode up to her, making the other hunters laugh at their positions.

"Boy, I hope a good explanation for all this here," Eera hissed, eyeball to eyeball with the officer. "If not, I'll make sure you'll never see daylight for the rest of your miserable life."

"Oho, what a big mouth of someone whose life is over."

"What are you talking about?"

"King Radovid the Fifth passed a new law which says that all new and active prostitutes in Oxenfurt are hereby compelled to provide their services only to service members of the Redanian Army and the Church and for one symbolic copper," the witch hunter stated, took out a very long roll of paper and held it to her nose. Whore queen Eera's turned pale. "This law has immediate effect and by any contravention, the affected person has to be excommunicated and outlawed."

A heavy silence ensued. Every one of the harlots including Yennefer was sorely shocked.

"Now you're not so cocky and mouthy anymore, bitch, huh?"

"This is slavery! You can't do that!! I will--"

"Are you questioning our king's authority and faith!?! SOLDIERS!!!"

As the officer of the witch hunters made another step forward to grab Eera's long blond hair, the whore queen parried the attempt with one arm and fetched a dagger from her pocket with the other, turning him around and hold it to his throat. Immediately, every soldier and witch hunter on the ground drew his sword and mace and those on the prison's walls their crossbows, aiming at them below.

"I just want to get out of here!" Yennefer yelled to herself, making herself ready to cast magic despite the problem with the Wild Hunt.

"Fucking cunt!"

"Shut up, faggot!" Eera hissed and pressed her dagger harder against his throat. "If this is really what you want, then it's better we all die here and now in full dignity than getting constantly ravished in a prison until the end of our lives!"

"Bitch, are you craz--"

"I said shut up, faggot! Or I'll stick you like a swine you are!"

"Mom?!" Tenna suddenly called and approached her mother from behind.

"Tenna, take your sister and the other girls and run back to the brothel. Now."

"You will never make it out of the city alive, bitch! This is crazy!"

"Shut UP, PUSSY!"

A little noisy sound on the other side of the street attracted Yennefer's attention, as she recognized someone in the bushes. The girl who should have helped her was constantly pointing her finger to Eera and then sticking her thumb in the air. Yennefer had no idea what wanted to say to her.

"Mom, it's okay. We WILL make it," Tenna pointed out with a calm and lovely voice. "But not this way. Not like that. Daddy wouldn't have wanted that..."

Sioma sobbed.

Another heavy silence ensued.

And even as Yennefer thought that a rain of bolts was going to blow up in their faces, Eera relinquished her grip and let go of her hostage. Before she let the dagger fall, the elven harlot yelled in an undertone of hatred and clarity, "I CURSE every witch hunter in this doomed city! The Death himself shall come to each and every one of you and KILL you all until dawn! When it's too late, you shall remember my words, FAGGOTS!!!"

This time, a broad laughter resounded through the streets, as the officer of the witch hunters got up, punched Eera in the gut and spat on her. "Fucking, cunt. We'll rape you first. Take them inside and lock them up, dammit!"

Immediately, all of them were rounded up like cattle and taken inside the one place on the continent Yennefer never wanted to set foot in. She asked herself whether the right moment had finally come to panic and yell for mercy. It felt like she had reached the ultimate destination of her life.

After passing the front yard with dogs, they were guided downstairs deep beneath the ground. No one talked or said anything while they passed the dark prison cells full of captives. Yennefer tried to spot Sheala and Margarita somewhere, to no avail. Finally, they reached their own dungeon and were ordered to sit down and cross-legged with their hands cuffed to the wall. A silence of finality spread over the place which was already emitting a touch of darkness and death by itself.

"The commander is already on his way here," the officer grinned cheesily. "Enjoy the last minutes of your old lives before we turn them into nightmares, hehe."

"Stay strong, girls," Eera uttered the moment the witcher hunter was around the corner. "Help is coming. Believe me... They got no idea what's coming for them."

"Mom, how would be anyone on this continent in a position to help us now?" Sioma asked, visible on the verge of panicking. The other prostitutes remained silent but were obviously thinking the same, including Yennefer.

"How long is till dawn?" Eera just asked back, ignoring her daughter's argument.

As no one seemed to know the answer, Yennefer decided to say it and stated, "Thirty minutes, one hour... perhaps."

All eyes moved to her.

"Who are YOU, actually?"

"She's the vengerberger harlot from Poviss," Eera stated calmly as the raven-haired sorceress' eyes widened. "The one who Matej and Lado tricked to have a threesome with them for only five crowns. A beginner's mistake."

"Tricked?"

"Hey, what's your name, lady?"

Yennefer hesitated to answer since her cover could be compromised and the slightest mention of her true name mean her death at a stake. Then, she remembered what Alfred said on the ship when she would be in need of help, "You little lollipop sent me, Eera."

The whore queen's eyes remained locked and face serious.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing, Yenna. Leave her be," Eera clarified. "And you have found the right moment and time to ask me for help, darling."

"It wasn't my idea anyway, actually..."

Everyone seemed to be too confused to say something, starred at her like she was a monster or something.

"Now, I see why Menge has done this change in the law," Eera sighed, annoyed. "Dammit. This whole misery has nothing to do with us."

"I'm sor--" Yennefer felt the urge to say.

"Shh! You'll keep your mouth shut, you hear me? Whatever happens, you WILL keep your mouth shut, darling," Eera tossed in. "This whole mess here is not your fault, none of us. You are as much victim of this damn shit as we are. Don't worry about it or us."

"A victim?" A familiar voice resounded from the corridor. "What a lie."

Menge was towering at the threshold and making a face. His eyes wandered from right to left, stopped on Yennefer. His smirk got wider.

"Yennefer of Vengerberg, Horsewoman of War, member of the Lodge. It's good to see you again, and now in a more appropriate outfit which is clearly more fitting your name and profession of these days."

"Fuck. You." The raven-haired sorceress hissed while the other prostitutes couldn't wake up to their amazement being in the same room with an actual sorceress like her.

"Oh, I will fuck myself. With your pussy, asshole and mouth, whore," Menge clarified. "But before we start having fun, I need to know what happened to Captain Vilgord and his ship. Who's protecting you?!"

"Fuck you, Caleb!"

The commander chuckled.

"Alright... You prefer the hard way like me... Let's see," he searched the group with his eyes. "You, little whore." It was Sioma.

"Bring her to me."

The choice caused an outcry among all prostitutes, especially her mother and sister. Yennefer knew what Menge was up to, and what Eera must go through now.

"Now," Menge started saying while holding a military knife to Sioma's forehead, whose face was already covered in tears and chin shaking, eyes pleading for Yennefer's help.

"Mama!" The young elven woman screamed for her mother. "Mama!"

"You fucking BASTARD, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!" Eera yelped with the chains shattering and keeping her back.

Menge ignored just everything. "Now, my love blossom, tell Yennefer here your age for the beginning. C'mon."

Being in mortal fear, Sioma was sobbing and clearly unable to do or say something. Only when Menge pulled her hair, she yelled in pain, "Eighteen!"

"Oh, sweet eighteen?! What a beautiful age to become a harlot these days."

"I don't know what happened to Vilgord and there's certainly no one protecting me!!"

As Menge pressed the sharp blade at the elven girl's hairline, all women in the dungeon only screamed all over the place and at the same time. It was heart-breaking for Yennefer to be on the horns of such a dilemma.

"Bastard, if I had someone protecting me I wouldn't be here, don't you think?!!"

"Wrong answer, bitch!"

"Mama!"

"Take me, you bastard. Let her go!!!"

"Mama!"

"Sir!" A witch hunter appeared at the threshold all of a sudden.

"What Moreelse? Can't you see I'm in a middle of something?" Menge hissed back, still keeping his knife tight.

"We've two things going on that need your immediate attention."

"What?!?"

Moreelse hesitated to tell it.

"I said what?!?"

"The other prostitutes and their families... we can't find them."

Furling his eyebrows, Menge looked back at the officer like he was going to kill him.

"We're talking about two hundred people, idiot. They can't just vanish. Keep searching!"

Moreelse nodded immediately.

"And the second thing?!"

"Captain Vilgord's ship has arrived at the harbor with the sorceress in our custody."

Everyone in the room including Menge himself and Yennefer peered to the officer with incredulous eyes. There was an eerie silence for a very long time before Menge let go of the poor girl and give his second in command his complete attention. Crawling to her mother, Sioma threw herself into the arms of Eera and Tenna, both crying their hearts out in happiness.

"And we checked their identities, Sir. They're positive."

"What was the Captain's excuse for such delay?!"

"The ship came through a storm and needed to ship around it."

Menge didn't seem to be really convinced about the explanation.

"If we have the real Yennefer of Vengerberg in our custody, who the hell is this whore?"

Moreelse shrugged his shoulders.

A brutal growl of annoyance resounded through the dungeon as Menge headed away and left them behind in utter shock and relief. Yennefer couldn't believe anything of what just happened during the last minutes, she asked herself who the hell just dropped anchor. Captain Vilgord was dead. She witnessed his murder with her own eyes. And who was imitating her as a doppelganger?

What the hell was going on here?

Yennefer and the others hadn't much time to rest, as a massive bang shocked the prison fortress' foundation walls and scared them to the death, blowing up dust from the stone ceiling and walls. After few seconds of silence, horrific screams was constantly filling the air and the Oxenfurt's alarm bells went on. People were screaming and yelling. Yennefer heard heavy footstep hectically heading the streets on the surface, the entire background noise resembling a battle.

"Hey, hey!" A witch hunter yelped and came down, out of breath.

"What's going on out there, man?!"

"Someone or... more likely something is killing us!"

"What do you mean by us?!"

"Us, the witch hunters, idiot!!!"

Eera started laughing sardonically. "Faggots, you will ALL DIE HERE!!"

All three hunters were flabbergasted and their faces white as chalk.

"The Death is coming for you! You can't run away this time. Not anymore!!"

Even as one of the men wanted to say something, all the torches outside and in the basement went off. The temperature fell to minus twenty Celsius from one moment to another. All women's breath evaporated before their lips, bodies freezing like in the coldest winter of Poviss. Then, there was literally a dead silence, including a piercing smell of decaying corpses raising to their noses.

All women could hear their heartbeats in their ears.

"I don't wanna die, please!" Yennefer heard one of the witch hunters beg, but not see around the corner. The darkness was obsolete.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!" Someone screamed, giving off a shriek of pain before it fell silent.

"FUUUUUUUCK!!!" Another yelled. His cry was followed by a terrible noise of breaking rips and legs. Whatever the Death was, it was coming closer. Then, two witch hunters ran and passed their doorstep with their swords in their hands. It lasted just a second when Yennefer saw how the first guy's head rolled into the place and a thin tsunami of blood filled the ground up to their ankles. As she looked up once more, Yennefer could see how the second guy seemed to be levitating, arms and hands dangling in the air.

And what happened next even gave the hardboiled sorceress a chill.

The man's thorax shattered opened with one blow and a bunch of his organs like his guts, liver, and lungs including gallons of blood splashed onto the floor, and the man's torso tilted backward and fell off, his dead eyes staring at them.

Many women in the room began screaming and yelling, and even Yennefer was speechless about the brutality and deadliness taking place before her. From the corner of her, however, she could see that Eera was keeping her eyes closed and reciting something in a language the raven-haired sorceress didn't understand.

All of sudden, all women stopped screaming and their eyes widened in shock. Turning her head toward the doorstep, Yennefer's expression contorted in terror as a thirteen feet tall, massive dark shape enveloped in a black cloak slowly hovered like a ghost along the corridor. In his dead, raw-boned hands, he was clutching two one-handed scythes crossed at the height of his chest.

Eyes and mouth gaping wide open, Yennefer watched how the figure stopped at their doorstep and slowly turned to their his body toward them. The scene became even more creepy and awful as the blood on the floor started floating against the ceiling in small drops. The common laws of physics seemed to be out of order.

Yennefer had never felt actual and extensive fear in her entire life.

But now it was happening; real panic and terror at once.

That's why the raven-haired sorceress hadn't even realized that she was already roaring her lungs out like the other women around her, except for Eera whose eyes were still locked on the floor, lips moving. As Yennefer looked back at the monster, his eyes were fixating on hers for what felt like an eternity. Then, all of a sudden, the entire place went completely dark and everything was now engulfed in true darkness.

It was dead silent for a long time before all the blood on the ceiling dropped down to the floor again and everyone in the room was totally soaked with it. Subsequently, the temperature increased and the torches caught fire on their own, revealing a sight that no one was going to forget ever again, including a hunter in the middle of the room who was pissing to his pants and sobbing like a little girl.

He was the one who Eera took hostage.

Before anyone understood what happened or could say something, someone rushed around the corner and scared them all.

Fortunately, it was Stanicek with a walking stick.

"Ladies, Father is here."

No one was ready to speak yet.

"He took his time, Stanicek," Eera tossed in and broke the silence.

"Lady Yennefer? Are you alright?"

The raven-haired sorceress wasn't sure.

"Don't just stand there. Cut us free of these chains!"

"Oh, right. Sorry," Stanicek uttered and got to work.

When everyone was free again, Eera asked, "What's about him?"

"Father lets you decide what happens to him. Here, take your own dagger back."

As Stanicek tried to hand over the weapon, Sioma took it and attacked the witch hunter, stabbed him to death.

"Fucking... ASSHOLE... DIE!!!"

"It's okay, sweetie. You hit him twenty times. That's enough," Eera said and had to keep her daughter back. Yennefer understood where the anger was coming.

"Now follow me, please."

"Wait! Sheala and Margarita. They must be here somewhere. Let us free them too."

"I'm sorry, milady, but the commander moved them both to Novigrad three days ago. To a secret place we don't know yet," Stanicek confessed.

"Shit!" Yennefer blurted and punched softly the wall. She was so close...

With Stanicek leading the way, all women followed him through the bloody corridors full of corpses, heads, and body parts panting the scenery. It was a massacre, unlike anything Yennefer has ever seen in her life, even worse than the Battle of Sodden. Whoever or whatever was capable of wreaking such havoc by magic and physical force could be game for anything. The only questions remained: Was it friendly or hostile?

"We will go now through the sewers," Stanicek stated while standing next to a manhole cover. "Eera, you and your girls will come with me to our place. We've already rescued the remaining girls and their families. They're waiting there for you."

"By the Goddess, that's good news," Eera heaved a sigh.

"And you, lady Yennefer, you will finally leave Oxenfurt by one of the auxiliary tunnels nearby. They will bring you straight to the south side of the city where a horse, money, and a crate containing new lingerie, an outfit and heels will be awaiting you. You should see it as a special gift from Father for your risks taken in the auction house."

"Sounds good to me," Yennefer said, grinned and bore it.

Down in the sewers, no one talked with each other, reflecting on what they just saw and went through. The corridors were muggy and narrow. Apart from this, they seemed to be safe and peaceful. Something that everyone was in great need of right now. After maybe ten minutes, Stanicek stopped and looked at the raven-haired sorceress again.

"Here, milady. Take this tunnel and follow its main corridor until you reach a grille. Father himself cleaned it from the drowners and other monsters. It's safe."

He extended his hand to her what Yennefer thankfully accepted.

"I hope you find your daughter. If someone deserves it, it's you."

"Thank you, Stanicek, for keeping your word."

"Velen is a very dangerous place, milady. I wish I could help you somehow with information but the situation there changes every day. There's only one advice I'd like to give you... Stay away from the woods," he smiled with a serious voice.

Yennefer nodded and waved goodbye to Eera and the women. Even as she headed the next corridor, something came to her mind she wanted to have solved yet.

"Stanicek?"

"Yes?"

"Captain Vilgord and the woman who should be me... How did you-?"

"Two dopplers," he replied shortly and chuckled. "And a ship and a group of men dressed like witch hunters. That's all!"

Yennefer grinned back at him before she went down her tunnel for good. The main corridor looked as much safe and peaceful as the previous ones. Therefore, it didn't take long for her when she finally reached the grille Stanicek had mentioned. As she stood outside and enjoyed the beautiful sight of the sun giving life to another day, Yennefer heard some noises coming from the city behind.

Oxenfurt was burning with people jumping into the river. Clouds of dark smoke had covered the city buildings and its walls. Yennefer didn't shed a tear of the bloody place.

Looking around, she also spotted the horse and the crate lying next to him. Stanicek didn't downplay its content, a sack full of crowns and an entire custom-built black outfit and lingerie of Passionata, made of a shoulderless top with feathers, leather corset and gloves, a belt, mid-thigh-high stockings, and heeled boots going over the knees. The skirt was like a robe reaching her knees but had several slits showing off a good amount of her skin and thighs. Yennefer was in love with it.

According to its stitches hidden inside boots, the entire outfit was called 'Yennefer's Alternate Outfit'. A collection bearing her name... A dream come true.

Luckily, it didn't end there. After she tossed her old prostitute outfit away into the river and took the new one on, Yennefer also discovered a bag with a roll of paper. Her eyes widened in surprise when she held up her old star pendant and a butt plug which looked very familiar to her.

"By the Goddess, this is not possible... Irene..."

The role of paper was actually a short letter.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
// Yenna,
// You forgot your most precious sex toy at my place ;-)
// Hugs and kisses,
// Your Iry
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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