Because I'm in a situation where I cannot save my work to edit later, I have to write each part in one shot whenever I have a couple free hours in my day. As a result, the writing quality is gonna be ass again.

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What seemed like hours had passed with Katarina unceremoniously dragging Lissandra's now-limbless body along the rough ground. Lissandra had never experienced such humiliation, and she barely knew how to respond; having her hair used as a handle for someone to carry her along with like a bag of luggage! It was utterly dehumanizing. The helpless ice witch had quickly learned how futile her attempts at resistance were. At first, she'd tried wriggling and squirming away as best her useless torso would allow. Only after Katarina interrupted her efforts did Lissandra stop.

"And what're you gonna do if you somehow escape my grasp? Run away on the legs you don't have?"

The heavily sarcastic tone caused Lissandra to burn inwardly, hating being mocked for anything. She refused to respond such a malicious comment. Though it brought to light the fact that as the queen of her people, she had to maintain whatever scrap of dignity she still had left. Pathetically trying to worm away was about the least dignifying thing she could do. But to be fair, it was perhaps among the only things she could do. The extreme disability she'd been cursed with allowed her next to no mobility or independence at all. And with a life sentence like this, there would be no point in any of her sad attempts at movement, let alone escape. So it was then that Lissandra resolved that whatever anyone did to her, she would show no signs of resistance whatsoever; she hadn't a clue where she was being taken, or what cruel fate it was that had been planned for her, but whatever it was, she would accept it. There was no reason not to. Trying to fight back, trying to crawl away on her torso - it'd only serve to feed the sadistic hungers of whoever took ownership of her body.

Of course, it wasn't known to her yet whether she would be simply executed or suffer a lifetime of unimaginable torture and cruelty. But she had a fairly educated guess that it would be the latter.

So Lissandra let her attacker pull her along without complaint. It became more difficult than she anticipated; hearing each distinct footstep left by Katarina's heavy boots served as a constant reminder of the footsteps Lissandra would never leave again. And the only sound Lissandra left as she was dragged through the snow was akin to a cacophony of shuffling feet - though she no longer had any feet to shuffle, and the sound was merely her almost-nonexistent leg stumps being shuffled along for her.

Thoughts like these were dangerous, Lissandra would later come to learn. But as for now, she badly needed a distraction from her own mind, and a conversation seemed an ideal one. The question was, what should she say? 'Why are you doing this?' seemed redundant, and the time for that question had long passed; she would find out soon enough what would happen. And it's not as if knowing would change her course of action. 'Where are you taking me?' sounded too much like it was coming from a lost, helpless child - though that's more or less how Lissandra was feeling at the time.

Instead, Lissandra settled on a variation of that. "Where are we headed?" she inquired, immediately hearing the hollow, almost frightened tone in her voice, and hating herself for it.

Katarina didn't appear too keen on answering. She remained silent long enough for Lissandra to assume she wouldn't respond at all. But it was just then when Katarina's voice came loud and clear.

"God damn." Lissandra's heart skipped a beat. Her question had seemed innocent enough, but elicited such an angry response. She almost felt it necessary to apologize for it now. But Katarina continued, "For being just an ass, tits, and head, you sure are heavy." She yanked Lissandra's small body up in the arm she was dragging her by, and then let go. Though Lissandra had face planted into the ground as a result, she breathed a short sigh of relief; Katarina wasn't genuinely upset, it was just that her demeanour was usually this playfully harsh. That's what Lissandra had to tell herself to prevent being so pathetically terrified.

Suddenly there was a jolt, and Lissandra was being dragged along again. Katarina had switched arms, she guessed, but it meant worse things for the ice witch. Katarina had gripped a higher part of her ponytail to pull her by, meaning the whole front of Lissandra's body (or what remained of it) including her face was dragging along in the snow, as opposed to just the area where her legs had once been. Dirt and debris piled up in her face, and she had to spit out what she thought might have been a live grub. She couldn't go on like this - she had to speak up.

"mnfh...agh..." Lissandra started, trying to avoid getting a mouth full of snow. She tried lifting her head, but between the awkward grip on her hair and her limbless stature, it was beyond difficult. Finally, she managed to say, "Katarfhhnaa... pleafjh... you're jvhggn mwe in the..."

Katarina let go her grip once more, spun around on her heel, and began storming over to Lissandra's right side. The rage was now clear in her movements, and Lissandra cowered in pure terror. "I'm sorry!" she cried, horrified and bewildered at hearing herself sound so vulnerable. Her face was still down in the snow, but it was just as well, as she was too frightened to test seeing the expression on Katarina's face. "I- I was just being... ridiculous, and I didn- I didn't like having all the snow in my face, but... it's okay. You can keep pulling me along like that, I can manage."

Lissandra hoped her sad, pitiful plea worked some sympathy into Katarina's heart. She saw her feet moving from side to side out of the corner of her eye. "I can keep pulling you along?" Katarina mocked. "Who asked for your permission?" Lissandra flinched at Katarina's words, as if she'd been struck. Then suddenly, the limbless woman felt hands moving in under her waist, and she contorted her torso in protest of the unexpected contact. It was instantly depressing, the fact that anyone could simply do anything to the once all-powerful ice witch, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But after remembering what she told herself about preserving her dignity, she froze in place. She let Katarina lift her armless, legless body up in her arms until they were eye to eye. Holding Lissandra up by the waist, they stared at each other for a moment, a confident smirk planted on Katarina's face. Lissandra looked away, bashful for reasons she didn't understand, and even more bashful for not knowing why. Then Katarina spun her around so she had her left arm under Lissandra's neck and her right under her firm, round, ass. And she carried her along like that for the remainder of the journey. Lissandra tried to ignore the feeling of herself blushing, unfamiliar with being carried about in such an affectionate manner.

The remainder of the journey (which Lissandra was still unaware of) was not that long at all, in fact. But when Lissandra recognized where they were headed, she was immediately filled with dread. It was the base of operations for both Ashe and Sejuani, who had only recently teamed up against Lissandra, in the battle for Frelijord.

They approached the entrance of the stronghold, from which the tinkering of metals and loud, boisterous conversation could be heard. Lissandra screwed her eyes shut for the events that followed. She did not want to look into the eyes of her enemies who would undoubtedly be fixated on her new, diminished form. Nor did she want to hear thm but that couldn't be helped. And even without having to see, Lissandra knew they were now inside. She tried her best to ignore the mocking shouts, the laughter at her expense, and the shocked gasps. She wished she still had arms with which she could cover her ears.

It was only when the noise and heat subsided that Lissandra dared to open her eyes. When she did, she was staring at one of her two greatest rivals - Ashe.

"Well, look what the cat drug in."

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Sometimes my writing is so bad I'll avoid ever reading it again, which probably isn't productive. I hope you guys enjoy it though :)