Initiation.

[Petitioner]

Later on, the next evening, she awoke gently. With little memory of what had occured the previous two nights, she slowly opened her eyes - a throbbing headache elicited a slight groan from her, and her dullish amber eyes quickly sealed themselves shut again. It seemed to her as if the room she was in was simply too bright - not uncomfortably so, not such that it made it hard to see, but that there was just no need for it to be as bright as it was, no rhyme or reason to the invasive currents of light around her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes again, squinting as she got used to her surroundings. They looked familiar, and the memories came trickling back, like a viscous stream - she was in his ship, and it was dark. Very dark. Why she had thought it was bright, she couldn't even remember. She tried to move her left arm. No luck.
She tried the right one. Success. She scratched her forehead, and saw a small cup next to her on a small table. The same one from last night. She reached out with her shaky hand and grabbed it in an attempt to bring it to her lips - a moment later, there were drops of dark red on her blouse, but she hardly noticed it as she brought the cool vessel to her lips, a metallic, yet strangely sweet-tasting liquid flowing slowly into her mouth. She lay there for a few moments, sipping from the cup, before she placed it on the table aside her again and relaxed. She knew, somehow, that he would come back later. She hoped he would bring more of the liquid, whatever it was, because she knew that she needed it, somehow. It was too good, she couldn't not have it.
Once again, she fell calmly asleep.

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