Something stung down her back, sharp pain biting right into her skin and forcing a pained yelp right out of her chapped lips. She shivered and fell down to the ground, her vision blurring for a moment. "I said, don't stop." A cruel voice growled at her, it's source grabbing her by the arm and roughly lifting her to her feet. Sol lifted her gaze to stare up at the Smith, a rough looking man in his late 20s. By his side stood a fae boy not much older than herself with a thick metal collar around his neck. In the collar a glowing stone seemed to shimmer, draining his magic from him. The fae boy looked ill, but she knew who he was. Lysander. He had been in the depths until about 3 years ago. Sol shivered and attempted to pull from the Smith yet his grip was too forceful. "Are you going to run?" He asked, his breath smelling of garlic and fish so pungent that she nearly wanted to vomit. She gritted her teeth, her jaw clenching as she glared up at him.
"I'll fucking beat the defiance in your eyes away. And if it isn't me, your Master will without such hesitance." He growled at her, voice gravely and filled with grit to intimidate. He roughly threw her back to the ground and grinned. "Run, Fae. Before I make you regret looking at me with such hatred." She pushed off her feet and began to run. Reluctantly giving in. Once more, powerless in the face of the strong, the Smiths.