Thanks for the kind words everybody. I'm just gonna write this next section and see what happens.

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There were two options. The first was to endure this punishment and hold on by her chin until Ashe came back to pull her off the ledge. But that was reliant on the assumption that Ashe would be kind enough to take her down. That Ashe would even return at all. Lissandra loathed being at the complete and total mercy of her most hated enemy. And to think that just yesterday she was the frost archer's equal, if not her superior. 'Repulsive' was the only word Lissandra could come up with to describe it all.

The other option was to find a way to escape this whole mess unscathed. Somehow. The task was overwhelming, to say the least. With no limbs, and even without the aid of her remaining torso, she was to rely solely on her head and chin to do... she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

But it was obvious that something had to be done. This wasn't some endurance test set up by Ashe to strengthen the grip of Lissandra's chin. She was being tortured. And it would be up to her limbless self alone to avoid getting knifed. That was the reality she had to face.

Lissandra recognized that the most likely way she could escape harm was to move herself to the left or right of the blade beneath her, far enough so that when she released herself from the ledge, she would land on the ground instead of the knife. How she was going to manage that was the question. She thought maybe she could shuffle herself to the side using her chin while her torso dangled along with it. But her remaining body put so much pressure on her chin that she was having trouble just staying on the ledge, let alone lifting it up enough to allow adjustments for movement. There was no way she could do this; she had no arms with which she could hold the ledge to alleviate some of the pressure. She had no legs with which she could reach the ground. Reduced to the bare minimum, the ice witch was incapacitated to the very limit.

Lissandra floundered about helplessly, as if the wild flailing of her torso would bring her the answers she needed. Though there wasn't really any other course of action, given her limited frame. And it was through this flopping around madly in the air that Lissandra discovered something vital - she felt her right hip make contact with what appeared to be the wall. It was in her mad fit of wiggling that she had thrust forward with her waist and touched it.

She stopped, and gave consideration to the whole situation. While the room was almost completely dark, Lissandra began to make sense of her surroundings. Ashe had placed her with her chin on a ledge that protruded maybe a couple of inches or so out from the wall. It was that same wall which Lissandra had felt with her hip.

How Lissandra could escape from this predicament was now clear. If she could push her pelvis up against the wall hard enough, it would give her a small window of opportunity to lift her chin up off the ledge and adjust it to the side. Though each movement would take immense energy and core strength for a very tiny amount of progress, it was the only method she had.

Just before Lissandra began to put her theory into action, she felt her chin slipping from the ledge. Immediately, the ice witch attempted to crawl back up, making slight jumping movements with her dangling torso. The pressure on her chin and neck increased, and it felt like her chin was being dragged or even scraped hard on the ledge. When she finally readjusted to her original position, she was gasping for breath. The fact that such small movements could be so tiring was degrading. She tried to halt her heavy breathing and put on a more composed expression, readjusting her shoulders. As if she had an audience to impress. Of course, she did not, but because she had had one for most of her life, it was almost an instinctive thing. Realizing this, Lissandra took one final deep breath and got to work.

Lissandra had to swing her lower body back and forth to gain enough momentum to ram herself into the wall. Each swing backwards threatened to pull Lissandra off the ledge completely, so she had to find the balance where her torso would gain sufficient speed without making too much of a jerking movement. When she felt she had enough momentum, she tried to force her hips into the wall.

She had not anticipated how weak her final push would be. It felt as though her pelvis had only lightly tapped the wall, and it was only the outermost part of her hip bones that made contact. Lissandra expected her entire body (which wasn't much) beneath her navel to be grinding into the wall, but she just didn't have enough strength. She pulled herself back into her natural dangling position, and began again.

Back and forth, back and forth, like riding a swing set. When Lissandra pushed into the wall this time, there was definitely more strength in it. Fueled by the adrenaline rush, Lissandra craned her neck back, lifting her chin off the ledge for a split second before gravity pulled it back down into the same position.

The work was incredibly taxing. Lissandra was again fighting for breath, though she had not broken a sweat. In fact, Lissandra had an inability to sweat. As former queen of the Frelijord, the elders thought it wise to have her seen in a dignified manner, always. Thus, ancient magic rituals were performed to remove Lissandra's ability and requirement to sweat, urinate, and defecate. Nor did she need to eat, drink, or sleep. This was all very long ago, and the time where Lissandra and her colleagues had questioned her status as a living organism of flesh-and-blood had long past. The ice witch realized now that her modifications made her the perfect torture victim. Minimal cleanup and care-taking required.

She shook her head, not wanting to get lost in the daunting proposal of what was to come. What Lissandra had to focus on now was moving herself a few inches to the right; easier said than done for her.

With a strangely renewed energy, Lissandra bypassed the process of gaining momentum and instead tried throwing her lower body into the wall with as much force as she could muster. Surprisingly, it worked! The areas where her legs had once been mashed firmly against the wall, and this time Lissandra was of calm enough mind to lift her chin at the same time she pushed off the wall. With the force provided by the push, she adjusted her head to the right, her chin landing hard on the stony ledge.

Lissandra had done it. The stone underneath her chin now was cold from the lack of friction. She didn't know how much progress she had made, but it felt like a lot. The limbless woman felt ridiculous for feeling so proud at accomplishing what would be a terribly minor thing for a fully able person. But now she had a way of getting through this. All she had to do was repeat the same process another couple dozen times, or so. It was exhausting and time-consuming, but it was the only choice she had.

So Lissandra did it again. And again, and again, and again. Once or twice, she nearly slipped off the ledge and it took a good 5 minutes each time to readjust to a safe position. And while she was utterly drained of energy, the whole of her torso worn out, she continued. The process was strangely gratifying. She didn't want to call it fun, but that's what it was shaping up to be. Or maybe she was just losing her mind from the whole turn of events in the last couple of hours.

It felt like hours had passed. Five cycles ago had Lissandra thought she was safely out of the range of the knife, but she did not want to take chances. Now, however, she was absolutely sure of it. Finally, Lissandra let her shoulders sag, released the tension in her core. Almost immediately did she slide off, her body hitting the floor a second after. She thought she must have been only a foot off the ground while hanging up there. In a wonderful sort of relief, she lay there for a few moments, her head cocked to the side to see the knife she had just avoided.

Even in the dark, she could see it. That there was no knife there all along.

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Short segment today because I was experimenting with this one. Also the reason that I haven't posted in a week.
One of my major kinks with amputees (quads especially) is when they have to be very creative while expending a ton of energy just to complete the most basic of tasks. Climbing stairs, opening doors, etc. There was no dialogue either, so I don't know how well this is going to go over. I'm actually pretty scared to go back and read it later because I'll probably find that it's awful. Thanks again.