dripping was barely audible in the depths of the castle as bela leaned towards her prey, used her free hand to run her fingers over the old chains that dug into grace’s wrists. her other hand tapped a pointed blade against her hostage’s fair cheek, hummed softly as if considering the words that left her mouth. whilst bela wasn’t considering anything, she appreciated the information that she was being given by grace. perhaps it was giving her valuable insight into who was parading around the village, digging his filthy man—hands into the villager’s minds. the daughters were meant to be worshipped. the lady of the house was meant to be worshipped. so what was going on down below the mountain?
❝ grace. ❞ bela whispered out the name, tapped the side of the blade against her cheek, whipped it back to slice her skin, relished in the scent of fresh blood. it caused her teeth to grit together, sucking on the inside of her insect—ridden cheek in a bid to prevent herself from indulging in an early meal. she wasn’t quite ready to feed on the woman’s blood… yet.
❝ don’t worry. you’ll be alive so much longer than the rest of them… especially if you tell me what you know. ❞ bela was never one for interrogation. it was usually cassandra, who had a knack for making people do what she wanted. but she would try her best. ❝ mhm… ❞ her nose pushed against the skin of grace’s cheek, gripped her fingers further into the cold steel.
continuation from X | @ashcrft
