3 Cylus 718
She couldn't take it any more. Trial upon endless trial she'd been trapped here. Trial after endless trial of feeling the walls of the house closing in, holding her, imprisoning her. Valeria felt like a rat in a trap and she was more than ready to metaphorically chew her own leg off to get out of it. She needed to get back to Andaris, needed to get away from this Immortals' forsaken region with its trees and its snow. There was too much sameness, too much monotony and it was too quiet. There was nobody worth interacting with and her mother, by Zanik, her mother! Baroness Raakel Burhan would be the death of it, she was sure of it. Somehow, she'd managed to survive 18 arcs here but now that she'd had a taste of freedom, a taste of something beyond it, she was rapidly deteriorating and she knew it. The blonde was dying. Perhaps not physically but if she stayed here much longer, there wouldn't be anything of her left. The Burhan knew that her old vices had returned to her but it wasn't that unexpected. The way she'd been pulled back to Senlin, the way her mother had spoken to her and treated her like something less than vermin, and even though her attitude had changed since she'd discovered that Tristan Venora, the Duke of Oakleigh, held an interest in her, there was still a sense that Raakel greatly disapproved of her daughter. The very epitome of stress, it had cracked the resolve that she'd spent arcs building. The noblewoman was an emotional and nervous wreck, taking to sobbing in her room and regarding food with something that hovered between apathy and disgust. The blonde wasn't inclined to eat but they knew her old patterns and so her parents watched her like birds of prey, sitting with rapt attention and ready to tear strips off her for the negligence of her own body. With them before her, it didn't feel like her body at all, their eyes always on her, their mouths always spitting out demands that she eat and eat and eat!
The young woman tried to hide food, removing it cautiously from her plate so that they'd think that she was being a good girl who did as she was told but they were wise to those tricks, humiliating her with their readiness to pat her down after meals, even though it set her shrieking and screaming and spitting, ready to lash out at them like a Sessfiend. She couldn't avoid meals, she couldn't avoid eating and if she wouldn't eat willing, Valeria knew how they could force it down her throat. They couldn't keep it down though and so she'd gone back to another of her old tricks, even though the relief of it, the return of control filled her with shame and disgust in herself. Still, it was something that she could do, something that was still hers. However, just because she could do it, didn't mean that it had to be without a further purpose.
Hence, she chose to use it as a tool. Summoning her mother to her room, the blonde waited until she heard her as she hid away in her bathroom with the door open. As soon as she heard sound of her, she called out loudly, "I'm in here, Mother!" before promptly driving her fingers down her throat so that she almost choked on them, using greater force when she began to gag and not shrinking from the sensation of her stomach roiling. She retched, her body trying to avoid the inevitable but there was little resistance; her body had experienced this before. The breakfast that she'd been coaxed into eating was lost and still, she was ready to do it again, to bring up stomach acid until there was nothing left. Let her mother see what she'd done to her.
Raakel has put her faith in you to make this work. She has offered resources to support your endeavour. If you require funds ect, you will need to write a letter to request these. Please PM the link to the letter if/when you create them so we can play them through.