When she awoke, Lisandra had a new pop up, which made her smile.

Congratulations!Due to the efforts you have put in you have gained the following Abilities and Stats!Enhanced Magicka Regeneration (Intermediate)Due to consistantly draining your Magicka, you now regenerate it at an enhanced Rate.  Rate +300%Meditation (Beginner)During Meditation you regain Magicka at a Bonus Rate of 50%Mana Infusion (Beginner) - (Intermediate)Infusion takes less time and costs less Magicka.  Magicka Writing can now cast Spells.+150 Magicka

+10 Intelligence

+15 Wisdom

+5 Endurance

She immediately wrote out the basic healing spell's incantation while targeting herself.  A golden glow surrounded her and made her sigh in pleasure, especially when a chime announced a new message.

Congratulations!Due to your knowledge, you have gained access to the following spell!Minor Healing (Beginner)The starting healing spell from Holy Magic Tier.Due to being among the Mystics, this spell will perform better if you pray to Seluna while you cast it.

She sighs and shakes her head.  I don't even know Seluna or what her values are, so I can't really pray to her, can I?  Especially if she arranged for this to happen to me! she was thinking.

There was a knock on the door, and it was obviously just a curtosy because the next moment the door was kicked in by Alana.  "Get your arse out of bed you worthless dreg!  A slave should have been up before the rest of us, and have prepared our meals herself, not left it up for the people of the inn!"

I am not YOUR slave Lisandra wrote as she moves out of Alana's grab, dodging her attack.  I was purchased by the Prince.  As she wrote that, she kicked Alana in the gut and made her double over from the directed hit.

Over the next few minutes, Alana and Lisandra exchange attacks, however for each attack Alana lands, she's hit almost four times by Lisandra.  After a total of five minutes, Alana's health has been reduced to a single point, and Lisandra is standing over her, panting heavily.

Don't ever lay a hand on me!  I have no reason to trust your people, Lisandra wrote, snarling down at her.  I especially don't trust your goddess after they said that this was within her power to set up.

Alana glares and gets up, lunging and managing to grab Lisandra by the throat and starts to strangle her.  "Don't you dare besmirch the goddess!"

Lisandra struggles as her 'No Air' bar starts to fill, drumming her heels against the wall that Alana pins her to, with her feet off the ground.  The bar took about two minutes to fill, and then Lisandra's stamina started to plumet, and when it hit zero, her health took the treck downward.  After losing a quarter of her health, Lisandra's body stopped struggling back, and at half health, she went unconcious.

When Lisandra came to, she found herself on the floor of the Inn room, with a pop up that truly terrifies her.

You've been rendered unconscious!Angering your Owners and insulting their Goddess is extremely foolish.

Having been beaten by Alana, your Slave Brand will now force you to Obey her.

Oh no...  Not that bitch... Lisandra swallows nervously.

"Get your fat ass up, you lazy slut!" Alana snarls, which makes the brand glow a painful burning red and jerks her to her feet.  "Go prepare our breakfasts!"

With the command, Lisandra is forced to move out of the room and downstairs, the Direwolf Choker hiding the forming bruises on her neck from being seen.  Her body is shaking as ten minutes later she is setting food on the table from the inn's common room for the Mythic party.

"You are not to eat.  For now, you will kneel at the Prince's feet while he eats.  You are nothing but a filthy animal, unworthy of being near the Prince," Alana snaps, making the brand glow violently and force her to her knees. as Alana smirks with a sadist's smile.

"Alana, you have no right to do this to her," the Prince states softly.

"I disagree, your highness.  As shown by the slave brand's reactions, I have every right, especially after she disrespected our Goddess as she has."

She was stupid...  how the hell can I be helpful as a Level One slave, when I was the top level Paladin?  If your people or she had asked for my help, I would have been able to help much more as a Free Paladin than a Slave, Lisandra writes out.

This draws the ire of the entire group, and the Prince whispers very softly, "I would suggest against accusing the Goddess of stupidity.  I would also suggest you beg her forgiveness, or we will be forced to kill you and wait for your respawn."

Lisandra glares back at him.  You dare say that I can do more for you without access to the Developers, one of which is my Uncle, and my resources and skills as a top level Paladin?

Alana draws a dagger as she stands up and walks over to Lisandra.  She grabs Lisandra by the hair and smirks down at her.  "When you respawn, you are to walk back here from your spawn location.  You are not to equip anything in your inventory.  When you get here, you will kneel, and kiss the prince's boots and beg forgiveness for your blasphemy."  She jams the dagger into her eye violently.  Lisandra cries out in pain before her body goes limp, dead, her stockings vanishing from the legs of the corpse.

When Lisandra regains sensation, she's in the middle of the graveyard, naked except for the damned stockings.  Her skin is very cold, especially around her her nipples and privates, which makes her eyes widen.  She whimpers as she reads the pop up.

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You've been killed!You didn't learn your lesson and continued to insult your Owner's Goddess!Minor Celestial CurseYou no longer have protective undergarments.

Duration: IndefiniteYou have lost access to the Passive Traight: Pain Resistance (Slave Brand).  You will now feel 100% Pain, regardless of Endurance stat.You were killed by one of the people your Slave Brand recognizes as an Owner.

Your debt has been reduced by 1,000.

Current Debt: 47,499,000

Fuck this bitch of a Goddess!  Lisandra quickly copies the status notice into a Saved Draft for contacting support, for the moment that she has eliminated her debt.  I'll have this Goddess fucking limited or killed when I get back Home.  Lisandra's legs move on their own, moving in the standard 'woman on a prowl' walk that the Stockings make as the default.

She blushes furiously as she is made to walk, naked and vulnerable, through the streets from the graveyard back to the inn.  As she walks through town, there are wolf whistles, cat calls, and offers of 'good lays' in an alley or inn.  Two members of the Mafia see her walking naked, and follow her, and just as they are about to grab her, they see Loran watching them and her.

Subconsciously, she picks up her pace even further and follows Loran inside, where she is forced to kneel by the brand and kisses the top of his boot.  No!  I will not beg!  Her fingers twitch violently as there is a battle of will between her and the brand.

"There were two goons that had been bidding on her watching her as walked through the city.  If I hadn't been outside, they probably would have grabbed her and raped her," Loran informs them calmly.

"Maybe you should have let them," Alana replies coldly.  "Unless you want her virginity?"

"That's very crude, even for you, Alana," Jelliba says softly.  "She was a gift to us by the Goddess, and we haven't treated her like it.  You've even killed her!"

"She disrespected the Goddess!  Hell, look at her, it's obvious that Seluna cursed her too!"

Loran looks at Lisandra and says slowly, "Go and remove your gear from your corpse and get dressed in it again."  Lisandra rises from her knees and goes to the corpse laying on the side of the inn's floor and does as she's been told.  After she has stripped her own corpse, she receives another notification.

System NotificationCONGRATULATIONS!You have looted your first Corpse.

Sadly, this corpse was your own.

Would you like to destroy this Corpse?YesNo

She clicked 'Yes', her corpse crumbled to dust.  In this virtual world, you had to actually had to strip the corpse yourself for 'looting'.  As she was getting dressed right there in the common room, a group of ten from the Mafia enter the inn, including the bastard who broke Jonas's body on Earth.

Spoiler :

Hyrtio SilverblowHumanLevel58ClassBeast TamerHealth50,000/50,000Magicka17,500/17,500Stamina40,000/40,000The Guild Leader of the Mariat Mafia, he runs the Slave Breaking and illegal Slave Auctions.

"You have something that belongs to me," Hyrtio says as he steps in front of the other nine.  "If you give the little whore back to me so I can break her like she deserves, I'll let you leave here peacefully."

"Alana...  You are to protect Lisandra," Loran growls.

Alana starts cursing up a storm as she moves between Lisandra and the Mafia goons while Loran and the other three pull out their weapons.

"You actually think you can fight us?"  Lisandra struggles remain awake as 'Sleep' is cast upon their group.  However, the spell manages to catch her, and her vision goes dark as her body collapses like a puppet that has had its strings cut.

You have been rendered unconcious due to the Sleep Spell.Effect Duration: 5 minutes

When her vision returns at the end of the countdown, she finds herself surrounded by the bodies of the dead members of the Mafia, with no apparent injuries amongst the Mystics.

"They weren't so tough," Jelliba giggles.  "After all those demons, they were kinda soft and squishy."

"Go and loot them Slave," Alana snaps at her, making her walk over to the bodies and start stripping their bodies.

Should I destroy their corpses, or leave them here for the hope of retrieving their gear which we are taking?

Alana bursts out laughing.  "Leave the corpses naked, and give the gear to Jelliba."

Lisandra sighs, wishing she could have taken proper clothes for herself as she hands the rest of the gear over to Jelliba.  Raphael enters the room from outside again, and sighs.  "They've got another squad of a dozen headed this way, and they look very angry," he says.  "I'm going to go and kill them before they get here."

"It would be best if we left the town and headed home before more show up," Loran states and walks out, leading the rest.  "Come, Lisandra."