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Her knees were jammed against the gravelly ground, pieces of rock and sand burrowing their way into her soft skin. The room was the kind of inky black one could only get through sucking all the light out and replacing it with even more darkness. It was impossible to tell how long she’d been here, she could barely even remember how she got here. A chain wrapped around her neck, tightening quickly at the slightest of movements, thick metal spikes digging into her throat as it did so. The same bound her wrists to the floor.
She flexed her leg cautiously, wincing at the wave of pain that rippled down her nerves. Several arrows flexed with it, each one embedded at careful precise intervals, the kind of accuracy only the best of hunters could produce. The snap of a branch drew her attention towards the edge of the room, its loud crack echoing through the heavy silence surrounding her.
She made a strangled sound as the chain jerked her back, hands unable to reach up and shield her eyes from the blinding light now filling the space. Dark red blotches littered her vision as she heard rhythmic footsteps making their way towards her. The stranger kneeled down in front of her, eir brilliant radiance almost unbearable to look at.
“You put up an impressive fight for a Dionysian, Mene.”
Warm fingers ghosted her cheek, cupping her face and forcing her to look at em. Eir rich golden curls were tied back loosely, delicate coils slipping out of the tie to frame eir slender face in strips of warm light. Long silver lashes wreathed deep amber eyes, eir horizontal pupils filled with a deep malice that made her whole body shiver. Eir hand wrapped around hers, bound palm to palm as if in prayer.
“If you want to be a princess so badly, then I will make you my princess.”
Deft fingers carded through her light green curls, braiding the crown of wicks and wax tightly against her scalp. The scent of burning wood and oil filled the air, choking in her lungs as each candle was lit. Nimble claws traced down the side of her cheek, lifting her chin until the pair saw eye to eye. Ey ran eir tongue across eir sharp canines as ey examined eir handiwork.
She whimpered softly as ey ran a clawed thumb over her bottom lip and ey leaned in, eir kiss burning and sickly sweet against her mouth. Eir taloned fingers sliced through her pliant flesh like butter, leaving long deep grooves that traced the floral patterns etched into her skin. Ice hot ichor bled from eir mouth into hers with each feverish kiss, coating her tongue in its divine sensations. Hands clawed at her hair, her chest, her thighs, fingers smearing blood across her body until ey pulled away panting heavily.
“You belong to me.” Ey huffed, licking her mortal blood off each finger slowly. “You are mine.”
Her lungs burned with each heaving breath. Pain flickered all around her body, each nerve sparkling like the fake stars that lit Elysium’s dome at night. Wax dripped through her hair, fat globules cooling in her lashes like off-white tears, errant droplets scalding her shoulders. Tongue and teeth danced up from her shoulders and neck, deceptively gentle in their feather light touch, before reaching her lips again. Canines nipped at her bottom lip, worming their way further into her space. A free hand wrapped around her shoulder and pulled their bodies closer together, the other hand slipping down to grope at her breast.
“Consider me your guiding light.”