Braph gave Llew a couple of days to recover before he and Nilv entered her room to take her to the blood-letting chamber again. With the two of them to escort her, they didn't bother tying her limbs.
“I just realized.” Llew smiled when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You wear gloves so you can touch me. What protects your face?”
“How fast do you think you can move?”
Without warning Llew swung an arm up and Braph had her wrist in a fierce grip by the time she reached his shoulder. She'd been aiming for his jaw. The briefest hint of surprise flickered across Braph's face before he smiled as if he thought it a game. Llew glared at him and his smile broadened as he pushed her through the door.
Llew squirmed and tugged against his grip.
“How can you possibly need more? Have you used the one from the other day already?” How had he managed to keep the one from her mother so long? Just what did he need all that power for, anyway? She had yet to see him use any since they'd arrived at the house.
“No. And ones.” Braph maintained his grip and Nilv helped direct her to the chair. “I got two out of you, and I'd like two more.”
The men strapped her arms to the chair. On reflex, Llew lifted a wrist against its restraint. The leather strained under little effort. She pulled harder and the band snapped so that she nearly punched herself with her suddenly free fist. Surprised, she looked up at Braph. His eyes grew wide and shifted between her free wrist and the broken strap, finally locking his gaze with hers.
Even as Llew had the thought to test the other, Braph lunged to hold her in place.
“Chains! Get the chains!” he called, and Nilv dashed from the room as fast as his old, stiff body could move.
Braph slapped Llew's free wrist back onto the chair and got a hold of the other as the leather stretched, before it broke. He pressed down on both arms with all his strength, his face barely more than an inch from Llew's. They glared at one another.
Somehow Llew was succeeding against Braph too; she had lifted her arms about an inch. But Braph had the advantage as he leaned over her pressing down while she was seated pressing up, and eventually her muscles failed, and her arms slapped down on the wooden chair arms.
Nilv returned, a length of heavy chain clinking in his grasp. He brought it to Braph, caught one end on a hook in the floor and started wrapping it around Llew. Braph took over once her first arm was secure. He didn't break eye contact while he worked. Now and then his eyes narrowed. He connected the end of the chain to another hook, then he and Nilv conducted the spider devices in their dance again.
This time, Llew wore a dress from the selection Braph had provided for her. She pressed her thighs together against the probing of one device, but it clung to the top of her leg and plunged its long needle into a blood vessel. Llew's efforts to prevent it were completely ineffective. She didn't want to satisfy Braph by crying out, thinking he might be just twisted enough to find pleasure in it, but she couldn't help herself.
Nilv left the room again and returned minutes later, dragging a skinny lad behind him. He led the boy to the other chair on the raised platform and secured him with leather straps. The boy tugged listlessly at the restraints, but soon gave up the futile efforts.
Braph had been right, the thigh veins were good; the spiders filled quickly, scuttled off and were replaced by new, empty devices; within minutes Llew felt faint.
Turning a large, cogged wheel, Nilv drove the boy's hand out toward Llew, flipping levers and spinning wheels so that the chair's arm itself extended and turned, bringing the boy's hand to rest under Llew's fingers.
“No!” She tried to protest but struggled to take breath enough to project her voice. She was so tired. Her fingers twitched from the strain of trying to raise them, to twist them away from the boy's hand, but they hardly moved: she was too weak. At the turn of another wheel, his hand rose until it touched hers and her fingers clenched around his. She had no power to fight the reflex, and could only look at the boy and mouth, “I'm sorry.”
At first, he didn't seem to understand, but as a warm tingling spread up Llew's arms, shock and horror contorted his face. Blood flowed from Llew into the glass baubles on the spiders' backs, but her body now replaced it at the same rate, if not a little faster. She watched the boy pale; his lips dried and began to crack, and his body slumped with fatigue; when the light began to dull from his eyes she turned away. She was killing him. No, Braph was killing him, through her. It didn't take much to realize that Braph would have felt no need to kill the boy if it wasn't for Llew, though. Her power killed.
She used to think it was handy being able to heal a small scratch with ease. Sure, she'd been curious watching the other kids pick their scabs to make them bleed again, but that curiosity had never extended so far for Llew to allow her own wounds to scab. She had also seen kids sitting on the sidelines, unable to play because of this sprained ankle or that fractured wrist, worries Llew never had. But now she had worries aplenty. She'd take all the sprains and fractures of all the kids she'd known not to be in Braph's chair. Not to have killed that little Aghacian girl. Not to be killing this boy.
No wonder her father looked so haggard, if this was what he had been going through for the past six years. The guilt alone was too much. And while Llew had always assumed her healing power worked perfectly, despite its obvious downside, she now wondered if it took its own toll.
She hadn't seen Nilv leave the room, but now he re-entered, this time with a girl.
Llew shook her head: one had been more than enough. Why couldn't he just drain her and let her heal as she had the other day? It was only a matter of regenerating blood; she didn't need to heal from others.
“No, no, no, no! Please don't make me.” She clenched her fingers and flinched as her skin stretched around multiple pin pricks. Blood dribbled from several holes, and another critter-like device scuttled over her, sucking up the trails so that no blood would be wasted.
“You really shouldn't move while they're doing their work.” Braph's voice caressed her, one more horror; his voice was so silky smooth, it was sickening. “Think of it as doing Duffirk a favor,” Braph said as he wound the boy's arm back in and unbuckled the pale, limp wrists. The spidery devices continued to climb over Llew, stick her with needles, fill, and scuttle away. “I'm sure you know how it is, Llew, having been a child of the streets yourself.” Braph dragged the boy's body from the chair and dumped him on the floor then helped Nilv strap the struggling girl down. The girl had already seen enough to know what was coming. Her bare feet scrabbled for purchase on the stone floor, but between Braph and Nilv there was no escape. She screamed at them, a chilling sound surprisingly lacking in fear, loaded with hatred. Braph shut her up with a back-handed slap.
Llew already felt weak again, with her mind barely able to register that these were kids just like her, fighting to survive each day.
“You can't...” Her voice trailed off and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her arms hardly moved when she called on them to fight against the restraints. She hated her body for being too weak to fight. She hated her power for being so destructive, yet so desirable to those who cared little for its negative consequences. No room for self-pity, Llewella. It never gets you anywhere. A snort escaped her. She wouldn't be going anywhere, self-pity or no.
“In fact, you could think of it as helping the kids themselves,” Braph continued. “You know the misery they live day-in, day-out, after all.”
The squeal of metal on metal rang out over the background ticks and scrapes as the chair arm wound out again. This time Llew didn't look at the girl, couldn't look at her. This time, she wept. The girl's ghi swept through Llew, feeding her tears.
She couldn't live like this.
Something behind Llew made an incredible hiss and Braph walked back to it.
“Well, well,” he breathed.
“What is it, master?” Nilv asked from his post by the captives.
Llew sensed Braph step up beside her.
“Open your eyes and take a look at this,” he said.
Even if she had opened her eyes, Llew wouldn't have seen much. Tears filled them and streamed down her face. But she wouldn't look.
She wouldn't live like this.
“It's so dark, master.”
“Isn't it?” Braph sounded annoyed. “Open your eyes. Open them!” His hot breath washed over Llew's face as he leaned in close to her.
Llew blinked her eyes open, her vision blurred and streaky. Braph wiped a leather-clad thumb across one eye and her brain made the necessary adjustments to combine the two versions of the world before her: one clear, one smeared.
She hadn't noticed, but the spiders had completed their task, and now not one clambered over or pricked her. Braph held a deep purple crystal clasped between the tips of a pair of metal tongs.
“That's what you made today,” he said, as if she should be proud of herself. He held another crystal out between the gloved thumb and forefinger of his other hand. “This is what you made on your first day.”
Repulsed yet fascinated, Llew examined the two crystals. The one in the hand was purple, too, but it was slightly redder and paler than the freshly pressed one, which was the same hue as the one she had from her mother, though it still held its luster. Why such different colors between the two crystals from herself?
The final breath hissed from the girl and Llew clamped her eyes shut, turned away and swallowed down her revulsion. She heard Nilv winding the girl's arm back, but she didn't open her eyes. She wanted to be sick.
“Not even curious as to why?” Braph asked from close by her ear.
“No,” she snapped. Of course, she was, but she was afraid she'd already guessed right, and knew it would mean a repeat of this type of blood-letting session if the darker crystals gave Braph even more power.
“Your mother produced these for a while. Not quite as dark. They were... addictive.” Llew sensed Braph's smile. “It's okay, Llewella.” That made her turn to him, eyes open. How could he think any of this was okay? “Your mother took a while to get used to it, too.”
“Did she ever?”
Braph's lips twitched, almost releasing the sneer. Llew's mother would never have loved this man. He pocketed the crystals and Llew was returned to her room, the chain only removed when she was inside. The door closed and the lock clicked.
