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    A cold breeze passed over Tessa's violated body. It cooled the pain, driving it deeper back into her mind. She was still lying on the altar with her upper body tied up. The beast's semen was still dripping from its intestines. Strange talk. Strange noise. The creaking of the door, the painful moans of a woman who wasn't Tessa, now reached her in every moment of pain. Tormented them as the orc had done before. The footsteps came closer. Tessa trembled, fear pushing away the past pain and breathing new feeling into her battered bones. A hand reached into her hair. Tugged him. Her eyes flashed dimly over the whitish thighs of an elf. Black material covered her thighs. Her scent filled the human woman's nose, sweet and painful. He smelled unnatural, smelled like pleasure and yet was as sharp as urine. Tessa wanted to turn her head away in disgust and try to escape from the blood elf, but she then brutally pulled her hair back and spoke to her in the common language: “He...

    Tessa knelt before the Altar of Light. Reddish light seeped playfully through the colored window into the small chapel. The raging sea could be heard in the distance. No dark clouds yet obscured the sunset. The approaching storm would certainly bring rain tonight. The young priestess in her red and white robes kept flinching slightly when the north wind shook the massive doors. The chapel was not big. Only eight rows of seats offered space for the believers of light in this land consumed by darkness. This land was once part of Lordaeron, the mightiest of human empires - but when the land was swept by the undead plague of the Scourge, a dark veil fell over all life. Tessa herself, as a young girl, had witnessed her father being kidnapped by the servants of the fallen Prince Arthas. She had to bury her brother and mother with her own hands. She had suffered from hunger, lonely and alone, in a world that had become hostile. Only the Scarlet Banner had given her new courage to...