Post by Miss Fifi on Jul 26, 2011 0:31:57 GMT -4
-*Wynona*-
Soon I know you'll see you're just like me
Fiore dashed through the thicket of trees and under the overcast sky with a gleeful smile on his face, taking the road back to his only home. He stopped now and again to leap up and swing around like a small child on tree branches, laughing out loud with pure joy. When he was finally too breathless to even walk, he collapsed on the ground with a pleased sigh.
He had never realized how beautiful life could be until now.
Squinting his eyes he made out the curvy figure of a woman cradling what appeared to be a bundle of flowers of a variety shapes and colors. She was dressed in exquisite clothing of all different intricate designs and patterns. The silk skirt that she wore tugged at her hips and swished around her like soft, baby pink feathers. She had a smile tugging on her lips that was all too familiar to Fiore.
Wynona.
When he thought her name, there was no trace of fear, no inkling of apprehension behind it. He was actually... happy to see her.
With that mindset he stood up and dashed forward with a bright grin on his face, his pale, gleaming eyes meeting her fiery gaze. He came to a skidding stop just a few inches away from her, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
Wynona was taken aback a bit as her pet came to a rushing stop in front of her, obviously out of breath. On his innocent little face was a smile of pure, dazzling, absolutely divine joy.
Her blood boiled with fury.
Still, she returned the grin with just as much enthusiasm and embraced her pet lightly, purring in his ear, "Welcome back."
Fiore returned the embrace without a second thought. With her hand in the small of his back, she lead them both in to their home, desperately in need of repair. He strode across the room and removed the satchel from his back, setting it gingerly on a long, marble dining table. He could hear the tip-tap of Wynona's heels as she sauntered over, looking down at the brown bag with the same smile. She had in her hands a glass vase coated with a layer of dust and half-full of water. As she plopped the flowers into the water, Fiore noticed something a bit off about the bouquet. It looked so... bleak and lifeless in this shadowy atmosphere, like the life had been sucked right out of it.
"My, my. You've got quite the harvest," she said when she opened the latch, revealing a horde of bright violet berries. She delicately picked one up in between her nails and scrutinized it, her voice the essence of pleasantry. "They look even more delectable than last year."
Her pet nodded stupidly, making her chuckle lightly. "Did you pick all of these... all by yourself?" she asked, trying to sound genuinely surprised.
Fiore was a bit unsettled by the question, but just like she knew he would, he took the bait. "Well, I started to, but..." he looked down with embarrassment. "They all got a little smushed. By accident. So this lovely naiad girl gave me all of hers."
The last sentence made every hair on Wynona's body prickle, but she remained nonchalant. Still holding the berry in between her fingers, she replied, "Hmm," sounding uninterested. A sudden spark of realization came across her face as she looked at him with wide eyes. "But... Wouldn't that mean you asked her for help?"
Still completely unaware as to what he was saying or to whom, he answered without reserve, "Well no. She just... came along and helped me. She was really nice. We even talked for a little bit. She told me about how she loves the water, and I told her how afraid I am of it." He paused, laughing. "She didn't make me go in. But then I remembered I had to go home, but she followed me. Then she caught back up to me, and I didn't know what she wanted, but she ended up--" He caught himself. His eyes widened, as his face went white as death as he realized what he had just said. All he had just said.
Wynona rolled the berry around between her fingers, still not looking at Fiore. "...Ended up what, pet?"
"N-never mind. It's not important."
She sniffed at him in amusement. Then she took the berry and popped it into her mouth, making her close her eyes in satisfaction. It was so sweet. Just like the little boy she was about to break into little pieces.
Glancing at her fingers with a slight gasp, she noticed the purple streaks left behind on her skin. "How curious." With the gentlest touch she stroked her finger tips against his cheek, leaving the color on his face.
Then she slapped him with such force that he toppled over and slammed into the table.
Heaving him back up by the back of his collar, he began to cough and wheeze. She brought him to her face and spit in it, spreading a glob of clear and violet liquid all over his face. She threw him down again, leaving him crumpled and shivering against the tiled floor.
She stalked away, and Fiore winced with every step she took. He was so stupid. He was so goddamn stupid.
And now he was going to pay.
She came back a moment later with a large, club-shaped object in her hand with the now wicked smile still on her face. Fiore screamed as she brought it down hard against his back. He heard the loud snap and felt the pain in his chest as ribs broke. She pulled him back up and pulled him so close to her he could feel her hot breath on his cheeks.
"Not important, hmm?" she said as calmly as if she were asking him what he would like for dinner. With incredible force she slung him across the room, sending him flying and then slamming into a metal wall. He crumpled like paper against the wall, barely able to keep his eyes open.
"Not important how you tried to push me out?" He could just barely see her fists and eyes light up with flames. She clenched both of his wrists with her hands, squeezing all the blood out of them. Fiore's fingers writhed and wriggled as he felt the heat of her flames seeping through his skin. He tried to scream out at the unbearable pain but she slapped him again, making him silent.
"Not important that you lied to me?"
She locked both hands around his neck and dragged him across the floor. Every breath sent waves of agonizing pain through his body.
"Not important how you disobeyed me?" she mocked in the same calm, even voice. She dragged him into a small, pitch-black room lit only by the glow of her eyes. He could hear the familiar drip-drop of water in the corner, and in an instant he knew where he was. He remembered huddling in the forest, moaning "She's gonna kill me..."
He might just have been right.
Just as he begun to stand up she kicked him behind the knees and ripped her razor-sharp claws across his face. She forced him up against the wall as he let out a long, low moan. The touch of her hand made him jolt as she caressed his face.
"You will see just how important it is," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on it slightly before stepping away. His lip quivered as he heard the ripping and tearing of the clothes on his back, feeling the chill all over his naked body from this desolate place.
Wynona forced his hands up and his arms straight against the wall, making him cry out as his broken right arm twisted in an unnatural angle. The skin on his wrists was raw and sizzling from her hold.
Then he heard her leave, slamming the door behind her, leaving him alone with his hands up against the wall, naked, beaten, and shivering. For just a moment he thought it might be over. That she might spare him.
And then he heard the crack.
He gritted his teeth so tight he thought his jaw might explode as searing pain rippled through his body. The tears were streaming freely through his squinted eyes.
Crack.
"You are mine."
Crack.
"You are bound to me."
Crack.
"You will obey."
Crack.
"You will always obey."
And with every strike, every flash of agony, Fiore's eyes grew dimmer, his soul grew weaker, and all traces of that once glorious, brilliant world that he had once seen was smothered by the blackness.
He was hers.
He was bound to her.
He would obey.
He would always obey.
And yet, somehow, he knew. Somehow he knew that no matter how many times she struck him, no matter how many times she starved or beat him, he would hold on. Hold on to that one moment, that one sunset, where he was free. Purely, marvelously free.
She could break his heart, his soul, his spirit. But that second of clarity, that second of light buried deep within, was something she could never break.
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-Don't scream anymore my love cause all I want is you-[/size][/color]
Soon I know you'll see you're just like me
The musty, foggy atmosphere of the Towers felt refreshing to Wynona as she stepped out of her crumbling abode in bright, ruby-red heels. She was humming quietly to herself in content as she made her way around to the side of the tallest tower. There a modest, cheery little bed of flowers grew, tended to with the most careful and delicate hands. They were absolutely charming; tulips of a blushing pink, daisies of a glorious morning gold, and violets of a moonlight blue. What a precious bit of nature they were.
Wynona smirked with pleasure as her bright red heel came crashing down on them, feeling the gravel of the soil roll underneath her feet. The stems crinkled and crunched as she dug her pointed toe in, and the petals were reduced to a shriveled ghost of their former selves. Then she spotted a jade-green bud just barely poking out, stretching with all its might to get just a taste of sunlight. Her fingertips stroked the smooth surface for a moment, but then crushed all life from it with a choking fist. Still humming casually to herself, she bent down and the ruffles on her skirt swirled around her. Her emerald-green nails grasped the flower corpses and tore them out by their now useless roots, one by one. As she carried them in her hands, a rainbow of crumpled petals fell in her path. She took care to step on every last one of them.
Still with the decrepit bushel in the crooks of her arms, she began to cross back through the stone threshold into the empty, dusty foyer, when she heard sudden movement behind her.
A crooked, sinister smile crossed her pale lips.
Fiore dashed through the thicket of trees and under the overcast sky with a gleeful smile on his face, taking the road back to his only home. He stopped now and again to leap up and swing around like a small child on tree branches, laughing out loud with pure joy. When he was finally too breathless to even walk, he collapsed on the ground with a pleased sigh.
He had never realized how beautiful life could be until now.
Squinting his eyes he made out the curvy figure of a woman cradling what appeared to be a bundle of flowers of a variety shapes and colors. She was dressed in exquisite clothing of all different intricate designs and patterns. The silk skirt that she wore tugged at her hips and swished around her like soft, baby pink feathers. She had a smile tugging on her lips that was all too familiar to Fiore.
Wynona.
When he thought her name, there was no trace of fear, no inkling of apprehension behind it. He was actually... happy to see her.
With that mindset he stood up and dashed forward with a bright grin on his face, his pale, gleaming eyes meeting her fiery gaze. He came to a skidding stop just a few inches away from her, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
Wynona was taken aback a bit as her pet came to a rushing stop in front of her, obviously out of breath. On his innocent little face was a smile of pure, dazzling, absolutely divine joy.
Her blood boiled with fury.
Still, she returned the grin with just as much enthusiasm and embraced her pet lightly, purring in his ear, "Welcome back."
Fiore returned the embrace without a second thought. With her hand in the small of his back, she lead them both in to their home, desperately in need of repair. He strode across the room and removed the satchel from his back, setting it gingerly on a long, marble dining table. He could hear the tip-tap of Wynona's heels as she sauntered over, looking down at the brown bag with the same smile. She had in her hands a glass vase coated with a layer of dust and half-full of water. As she plopped the flowers into the water, Fiore noticed something a bit off about the bouquet. It looked so... bleak and lifeless in this shadowy atmosphere, like the life had been sucked right out of it.
"My, my. You've got quite the harvest," she said when she opened the latch, revealing a horde of bright violet berries. She delicately picked one up in between her nails and scrutinized it, her voice the essence of pleasantry. "They look even more delectable than last year."
Her pet nodded stupidly, making her chuckle lightly. "Did you pick all of these... all by yourself?" she asked, trying to sound genuinely surprised.
Fiore was a bit unsettled by the question, but just like she knew he would, he took the bait. "Well, I started to, but..." he looked down with embarrassment. "They all got a little smushed. By accident. So this lovely naiad girl gave me all of hers."
The last sentence made every hair on Wynona's body prickle, but she remained nonchalant. Still holding the berry in between her fingers, she replied, "Hmm," sounding uninterested. A sudden spark of realization came across her face as she looked at him with wide eyes. "But... Wouldn't that mean you asked her for help?"
Still completely unaware as to what he was saying or to whom, he answered without reserve, "Well no. She just... came along and helped me. She was really nice. We even talked for a little bit. She told me about how she loves the water, and I told her how afraid I am of it." He paused, laughing. "She didn't make me go in. But then I remembered I had to go home, but she followed me. Then she caught back up to me, and I didn't know what she wanted, but she ended up--" He caught himself. His eyes widened, as his face went white as death as he realized what he had just said. All he had just said.
Wynona rolled the berry around between her fingers, still not looking at Fiore. "...Ended up what, pet?"
"N-never mind. It's not important."
She sniffed at him in amusement. Then she took the berry and popped it into her mouth, making her close her eyes in satisfaction. It was so sweet. Just like the little boy she was about to break into little pieces.
Glancing at her fingers with a slight gasp, she noticed the purple streaks left behind on her skin. "How curious." With the gentlest touch she stroked her finger tips against his cheek, leaving the color on his face.
Then she slapped him with such force that he toppled over and slammed into the table.
Heaving him back up by the back of his collar, he began to cough and wheeze. She brought him to her face and spit in it, spreading a glob of clear and violet liquid all over his face. She threw him down again, leaving him crumpled and shivering against the tiled floor.
She stalked away, and Fiore winced with every step she took. He was so stupid. He was so goddamn stupid.
And now he was going to pay.
She came back a moment later with a large, club-shaped object in her hand with the now wicked smile still on her face. Fiore screamed as she brought it down hard against his back. He heard the loud snap and felt the pain in his chest as ribs broke. She pulled him back up and pulled him so close to her he could feel her hot breath on his cheeks.
"Not important, hmm?" she said as calmly as if she were asking him what he would like for dinner. With incredible force she slung him across the room, sending him flying and then slamming into a metal wall. He crumpled like paper against the wall, barely able to keep his eyes open.
"Not important how you tried to push me out?" He could just barely see her fists and eyes light up with flames. She clenched both of his wrists with her hands, squeezing all the blood out of them. Fiore's fingers writhed and wriggled as he felt the heat of her flames seeping through his skin. He tried to scream out at the unbearable pain but she slapped him again, making him silent.
"Not important that you lied to me?"
She locked both hands around his neck and dragged him across the floor. Every breath sent waves of agonizing pain through his body.
"Not important how you disobeyed me?" she mocked in the same calm, even voice. She dragged him into a small, pitch-black room lit only by the glow of her eyes. He could hear the familiar drip-drop of water in the corner, and in an instant he knew where he was. He remembered huddling in the forest, moaning "She's gonna kill me..."
He might just have been right.
Just as he begun to stand up she kicked him behind the knees and ripped her razor-sharp claws across his face. She forced him up against the wall as he let out a long, low moan. The touch of her hand made him jolt as she caressed his face.
"You will see just how important it is," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on it slightly before stepping away. His lip quivered as he heard the ripping and tearing of the clothes on his back, feeling the chill all over his naked body from this desolate place.
Wynona forced his hands up and his arms straight against the wall, making him cry out as his broken right arm twisted in an unnatural angle. The skin on his wrists was raw and sizzling from her hold.
Then he heard her leave, slamming the door behind her, leaving him alone with his hands up against the wall, naked, beaten, and shivering. For just a moment he thought it might be over. That she might spare him.
And then he heard the crack.
He gritted his teeth so tight he thought his jaw might explode as searing pain rippled through his body. The tears were streaming freely through his squinted eyes.
Crack.
"You are mine."
Crack.
"You are bound to me."
Crack.
"You will obey."
Crack.
"You will always obey."
And with every strike, every flash of agony, Fiore's eyes grew dimmer, his soul grew weaker, and all traces of that once glorious, brilliant world that he had once seen was smothered by the blackness.
He was hers.
He was bound to her.
He would obey.
He would always obey.
And yet, somehow, he knew. Somehow he knew that no matter how many times she struck him, no matter how many times she starved or beat him, he would hold on. Hold on to that one moment, that one sunset, where he was free. Purely, marvelously free.
She could break his heart, his soul, his spirit. But that second of clarity, that second of light buried deep within, was something she could never break.
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-Don't scream anymore my love cause all I want is you-[/size][/color]
