The humidity was stifling, suffocating. The man was coated with a sheen of sweat that was partially from the heat in the room, partially from fear.
Indifference was a borderline to insanity. A thin line that was walked. Her return was meant for a bang, an explosion, a wild unrelentless snap to send the whole world shaking.
The man whimpered. She couldn't blame him. It must be uncomfortable. Hours bound to a chair. Naked and gagged. The man was a fool.
Even in hours that could mean his death he couldn't contain his excitement. No opportunity to shield himself.
They'd gone far past the hours of shame.
Perhaps it had been a wrong look, a poor choice of words that had set her off.
Ignited her fury as an inferno that even Dante would wince at.
He mewled like a poor kitten needing the milk of mother for survival.
"What? I can't hear you."
Her voice was embers, smoldering around a growl that a rabid dog would question the boldness of.
"I forgot. You lost your tongue."
Nails were examined, a bit of blood flicked away from beneath.
"Really should learn... when to keep your mouth shut."
He really had been a dear boy, fresh over the age of twenty but yet he still smelled like young grunt militia. A promising soldier, even more promising killer yet he had to go and open his mouth. Wag his tongue about her partner in crime.
That... just was not allowed.
"I almost feel sorry for you. You have a family?"
He shook his head earnestly, pleading eyes. The vain attempt to barter with the Coyote.
Fingers clutched at his throat, the dull bit of metal snapped away from his throat even as the blade sank in deep into his flesh. Under ribs and a motion of wrist had it jerking up.
"I'll make sure to send them a post card."
A sneer as the blade was unsheathed from his flesh. Smooth as a knife withdrawn from butter.
Tongue smoothed out, licked the blade clean. A lean against the wall. Chartreuse eyes as bright as christmas lights as she slowly watched the light die from his eyes.
Bloody palm crushed the dog tags of the latest victim. It would go with the collection.
A pity the boy was so young, but he would be made a lesson of.
They would learn to keep their mouths shut if they wanted to live...
"Clean it up. Take care of it."
She didn't wait to see if the orders were taken. She knew they would be. Old habits died hard but when it came to the nature of the woman, Brilyah would know where home was.
The b*tch was back and painting the town red. Welcome basket to Rhy'din held not fruit.
Born of Blood and Fire. A crack of neck as the blade was resheathed at her spine.
There was someone she had to see...
Indifference was a borderline to insanity. A thin line that was walked. Her return was meant for a bang, an explosion, a wild unrelentless snap to send the whole world shaking.
The man whimpered. She couldn't blame him. It must be uncomfortable. Hours bound to a chair. Naked and gagged. The man was a fool.
Even in hours that could mean his death he couldn't contain his excitement. No opportunity to shield himself.
They'd gone far past the hours of shame.
Perhaps it had been a wrong look, a poor choice of words that had set her off.
Ignited her fury as an inferno that even Dante would wince at.
He mewled like a poor kitten needing the milk of mother for survival.
"What? I can't hear you."
Her voice was embers, smoldering around a growl that a rabid dog would question the boldness of.
"I forgot. You lost your tongue."
Nails were examined, a bit of blood flicked away from beneath.
"Really should learn... when to keep your mouth shut."
He really had been a dear boy, fresh over the age of twenty but yet he still smelled like young grunt militia. A promising soldier, even more promising killer yet he had to go and open his mouth. Wag his tongue about her partner in crime.
That... just was not allowed.
"I almost feel sorry for you. You have a family?"
He shook his head earnestly, pleading eyes. The vain attempt to barter with the Coyote.
Fingers clutched at his throat, the dull bit of metal snapped away from his throat even as the blade sank in deep into his flesh. Under ribs and a motion of wrist had it jerking up.
"I'll make sure to send them a post card."
A sneer as the blade was unsheathed from his flesh. Smooth as a knife withdrawn from butter.
Tongue smoothed out, licked the blade clean. A lean against the wall. Chartreuse eyes as bright as christmas lights as she slowly watched the light die from his eyes.
Bloody palm crushed the dog tags of the latest victim. It would go with the collection.
A pity the boy was so young, but he would be made a lesson of.
They would learn to keep their mouths shut if they wanted to live...
"Clean it up. Take care of it."
She didn't wait to see if the orders were taken. She knew they would be. Old habits died hard but when it came to the nature of the woman, Brilyah would know where home was.
The b*tch was back and painting the town red. Welcome basket to Rhy'din held not fruit.
Born of Blood and Fire. A crack of neck as the blade was resheathed at her spine.
There was someone she had to see...