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[h2][color=B47B84]Sera Makatza[/color][/h2]
[sub]Interacting with [color=008B8B]Ineraz Evrenarth[/color] [@SilverPaw][/sub]
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[color=008B8B]“You have shown that you are capable of protecting yourself. And [i]that[/i] is something you should always use to your advantage,”[/color]

A feeling of utter disbelief overcame her as each word fell from Ineraz’s tongue. There was no way he was talking about what [i]she[/i] had done, it couldn’t possibly be. Although she had made up her mind on having done nothing wrong, the simple fact remained that someone acknowledged just [i]what[/i] she had done was alright.

[color=B47B84][i]Better than alright…[/i]
				[i]Better?[/i]
	[i]He wants it…[/i][/color]

There was no way she could of hidden the surprise from her face but it didn’t seem to bother her lord Husband as he smirked at her in recognition of a job well done. Although the affirmation brought more questions than answers, she couldn’t help but feel relieved. This man, her Husband now, did not judge her for her actions. He praised her. Was she no longer a monster? 

Was she ever a monster?

Question after question raced through her head so quickly that she completely ignored what Ineraz had said; something about grubby imbeciles but she was unsure what he meant. What forced her attention back to reality was the malice that came over her husband’s face. Ineraz had leaned over, his face now next to hers. The feeling of his breath against her skin caused the hair’s on her arm to stand on end and her flesh to bubble into goosebumps. Her heart beat a little quicker as his voice rumbled into her ear in a low growl with a proposition. 

[color=008B8B]“[i]He[/i] is the one who should be punished. Don’t you agree? Wouldn’t you like to watch him [i]suffer?[/i] He had no cause and [i]no right[/i] to punish you, isn’t that so?”[/color]

Sera’s eyes widened as each word reached her.

[center][color=B47B84][i]Watch him suffer...[/i][/color]
[color=B47B84][i]Suffer...[/i][/color]
[color=B47B84][i]Suffer..[/i][/color][h3][color=B47B84][i]Suffer[/i][/color][/h3][/center]
				
The heart in her chest raced, beating intensely against its small confinement. It was moving so quickly, surely the outside world could feel it. A flutter of excitement...

[color=B47B84][i]Excitement?[/i][/color]

Excitement tickled her as images of watching the Drakkan suffer flashed through her head. 
He was screaming.
Bones were cracking.
Skin was melting.

Something about it was delighting….

The girl hadn’t noticed but her attention had wandered to the Drakkan guard who had slapped her behind Ineraz. She was grinning at him. Something about it appeared almost calculated, which left the air horrifically thick. In almost an instant, Sera’s attention snapped back to Ineraz, almost as if someone had pinched her awake.

[color=B47B84]”I think…”[/color] Her voice carried a tone she had never used before, one that seemed like it would have never come out of the fair skinned girl. It was vengeful and so sure of her answer that it brought chills to the room. [color=B47B84]”He needs to be shown that he can’t [i]touch[/i] what isn’t his. He’s lucky that all he walked away with was a burn…”[/color]

[Hider=Summary]Someone … likes Sera!?
It’s too much for her conscious mind to grasp!
Subconsciously she gets it though and finds herself looking at her prey.
Torture is exciting…
Sera is dark AF.[/hider]