No weapons. Sex Still sealed.”
He said nothing. Caelen stood over her, full height restored. “You carried it, child.”
Roxy said nothing. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. Cold. The alarms began to scream across the compound. They took her without resistance. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. Her vision swam. The capsule slid in by degrees. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. When a captured Astartes — Brother-Sergeant Caelen — was discovered deep behind enemy lines, a desperate plan was devised. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. “Inside. The weight seated fully. Her pride shattered. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. Those who served with her never forgot. The belt muffled it only slightly as the edges of the capsule stretched her farther than she thought possible.