[i] “I don’t want to hurt you too much, see. And make sure to tell me if you feel light-headed or dizzy. Wouldn’t want you dying on me now.”[/i]

Sable’s answer was silence and the action of narrowing her red eyes. So the rumor was true then, that all royals were driven not by greed or pride but through the domination of other beings. Blood shed. They craved it, let the red substance fuel their sick desires. Disgusting. 

The bound girl did not flinch as the cold steel of the used knife rested gently on her shin. Her body was already tensed from apprehension and the strain her muscles were beginning to feel from being strung up for so long.

[i] “Tell me, buttercup, how that sword of yours works. And where did you get it?”[/i]

The assassin frowned, refusing to relinquish a secret to this witch so easily. When the princess made her laceration, Sable gritted her teeth at the sudden sting. A coolness began to pool at her knee, telling her of the blood that was rushing to meet the surface of her skin, brushing with the air.

[i] “You have beautiful blood, dewdrop. Really beautiful. I’m glad you do. People with ugly blood are just no fun. I’m sorry for marking your skin, though. It really is a shame that you chose this life. Oh well. At least I can study you. Living people are more entertaining.”[/i]

The more this girl preached about her fascination, the more Sable felt sick in the stomach. It was bad enough to be subjugated to physical fatigue but the added taunts and nicknames were beginning to annoy her as well. She nearly retched when Titania began to lick off the tool of torture lovingly, quickly becoming disturbed by the morbid nature of it all.

[i] “Ah. How are you, dollface? Need any water? Food? Tell me if you get tired. Wouldn’t want you sick down here, would I?”[/i]

“You’re sick,” Sable muttered, sweat already starting to form on her body from the tension lying dormant in the air. “You offer me food and drink even as you cut me apart? You really are a monster. And I am [i]not[/i] your pet to do with, so stop giving me titles of false affection.”

Her glare only intensified as Titania regarded her figure with the utmost casual behavior.

“That being said, I will gladly inform you of when I tire of these games,” she hissed. “Capturing me has obviously blinded you from the reality of events. I am not so weak as you seem to believe.”