She dreamt of him. Or rather, she would see him whenever she fell into unconsciousness or into revery. His handsome drow face. His saddened golden eyes that called out to her. She would reach for him, but whenever their fingers were so close to touching, Jadda's cold laughter echoed. He would vanish from sight.

Keilan! Her mind would cry out. Her body would tighten. Her "eyes" would snap open to blackness.

Kylla had no idea how long she had been kept captive. Did it matter to her? No. Life was nothing now. She merely existed in her prison. A plaything for Jadda's dark, wicked hatred and amusement.

She held guilt mostly now. All emotions had diminished over time. She had become numb, but the guilt had remained. She had been such a fool.

Keilan Benshanniir, the younger spirit of the Drow she had loved for so long, was now in the possession of Jadda. Even the statue Kylla had planned on using as a body for Keilan was in her twins's possession. She knew Jadda used the statue to torment Keilan. She used the Blackstone to control the Drow man. The guilt ate at Kylla.

She would weep at night as she thought of those she had left behind. As she thought of the things Jadda would and probably did do while having Keilan in her control. The visions tormented her further. She had not seen the Drow man that had long ago helped her deal with her alienation and isolation on the surface for days, weeks, possibly years. Both souls that suffered for what they were.

"Kylla."

Kylla's head snapped up as she heard the silky and wicked purr of Jadda in the room. She quickly rose, despite the weakness she felt. She had long ago been released from the shackles that held her to the wall like an animal.

"What do you want, Jadda?" Kylla asked hoarsely. The woman's throat hurt. It burned like it was on fire.

Jadda appeared out of the shadows. Dressed in the robes of a High Priestess of Lloth, she looked as though she had not aged. The birth didn't seem to have an effect on her either. Her lithe form had quickly returned. A dark smile fashioned her ebony lips. Her hands were cupped, as if holding something within.

"How do ye feel, Kylla?" she purred.

Kylla blinked the black orbs that were given to her as eyes. "I am as well as I was the last you visited," she replied giving a shiver. It was cold.

Jadda watched for a moment. Her amber eyes glinting in the dark. She gazed at her sister's withered form. A cold smile crept to her lips. No longer was Kylla as she used to be.

Gone was the long, silky silvery white hair. Now, cropped to above her dark elven ears and dull. Her once lithe and toned body a fragile and scarred frame clothed in a simple black shift. She looked like a frightened animal. Gone too was Kylla's fiery spirit. The years of torture seeming to have finally drained the strong spirit from her. This is how it was supposed to be.

"I have something for you," Jadda finally spoke.

Kylla turned so her face was in Jadda's gaze. Her expression was one of indifference, though her lips seemed to quiver in question. Jadda frowned as she walked toward her twin. She kept one hand cupped as she reached for one of Kylla's arms. Kylla flinched back and cringed.

"I will nae hurt ye, fool," Jadda hissed.

Kylla did not relax as she felt Jadda's cold fingers wrap around her upper arm. She followed as Jadda began to walk; she really had no choice. Kylla's keen senses kept her from stepping on the various spiders that kept her company. She could hear them climbing the walls and scurrying across the floor. She shuddered as she knew they were watching her closely. Spies for Lloth. Spies for Jadda.

"Where are you taking me?" Kylla finally asked.

Jadda did not answer. She kept her fingers wrapped around her sister's upper arm. What surprised Kylla was that the grip was not as painful as had the other times been. She followed as well as she could. Each time she seem to falter, Jadda would stop and wait.

Strange. They seemed to be walking a long way. Kylla knew her cell was not as big as they seemed to have walked. She wanted to ask again, but did not know if she had the strength to fight back against Jadda's anger. She remained silent.

They seemed to have been walking for nearly an hour or more. Jadda still held lightly onto Kylla's arm and waited whenever her twin faltered in step. Her free hand was still cupped.

Kylla felt the coolness of marbled floor beneath her bare feet. They must have walked out of the dungeon area. She tilted her head to listen for anything. As expected, she heard nothing but dead silence. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. The place did not feel...right.

Jadda gazed about the room. It was one of her own private rooms where she performed rituals and rumored sacrifices for her Queen. Her amber eyes seemed to come alive with an eerie fire as she gazed about all the obsidian and onyx statues created in honor of Lloth. The room was simple but very elegant in taste. The room was round. Decorating the walls were statues of spiders, frozen elves in pained and screaming poses, a few faerie light torches flickered. In the center of the room was a long obsidian slab. It was stained with the blood of her recent investment. The amber eyes narrowed as she saw this. The room was to have been cleaned before she had brought Kylla here.

Kylla winced as she felt Jadda's grip tighten and nails digging into frail flesh. She gave a faint stiffled whimper. Jadda's eyes snapped on her. Realizing her grip, she let go completely.

"Sit down, Kylla," her voice purred as she walked over to the obsidian table.

Blinking, Kylla tilted her head in the direction of her sister's voice. She started to feel about her for the floor so she could sit, but found a plush cushion behind her. Slowly and cautiously, she sat. The chair was made of velvet and felt so good against Kylla's tortured body. With a sigh, she leaned back.

Jadda watched her closely as she moved about the room. She hissed a word, and a male Drow scurried out from the shadows, looking deathly frightened. With a glare of red eyes, she pointed to the slab. His golden eyes widened in fear. He started to stutter, but the crack of a whip was heard before a syllable could come from him. If he could, he would have screamed. Jadda's five headed snake whip had ripped out his tongue.

Kylla winced as she heard the crack of the whip and could only imagine what had happened. She gave a shudder and tried not to look in the direction of the noise. She could hear several pairs of feet scurrying about as if hurrying to finish something. Suddenly, she could feel Jadda standing beside her.

"Are ye comfortable, Sister?" Jadda asked quietly.

Kylla tilted her head to the side, trying to get a faint glimpse of Jadda's profile. All she saw was a faint hint of light. No clear images. Yet, she knew how near her dark twin was to her. She swallowed painfully with a nod.

"Stand up."

Kylla stood slowly. Jadda reached silently for her arm again. Her touch warm now. She watched as those in the room cleaned the mess. Then, she guided Kylla to the obsidian slab.

"Sit down."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the iciness of the stone against her flesh. Kylla blinked at her sister. The faerie fire reflected in the black orbs that were given to her as eyes. Her hands grasped the edge of the cold bed. Shivering, she tried to get an idea of where she could be.

"Be still and say nae a thing," Jadda commanded.

She wanted to ask questions. She wanted to flee. She wanted to strike at her captor. Yet, she said nothing and moved not a muscle.

For a long moment, Jadda stared at Kylla. A pity she had gone to a waste. She could still sense great power within that broken body.

Jadda reached to place a small silver mithril statue next to Kylla's left hand. It was molded into a very handsome elven man. Kylla gasped as she felt a power from it. She looked toward where she believed Jadda to be.

A soft dark laughter. "Aye, Sister, tis your forbidden."

Kylla reached for the statue slowly. Her fingers shook as she traced the features. Yes, it was the statue Harp had given her so long ago. Her black gaze moved to Jadda in question.

The statue vanished from her grasp and reappeared in Jadda's hand. Her amber eyes seem to mock her sister's questioning look. She moved around the slab so she faced Kylla's back. The battered female Drow stiffened slightly, expecting a hit or the crack of a whip.

Nothing.

"Lie down," came the command.

That made Kylla wince slightly. Slowly, she turned so her feet were on the slab. Then, she slowly lowered herself so she lie on the cold bed. She shivered slightly, refraining from hugging herself for warmth.