"Look at you. Pathetic." - Grimm and Cher
The creaking of leather. She was awake.
“Wh.. Whats going on here!?” The panick appearant in the female sylvari’s voice. She struggled in vain against the leather restraints that held her firmly in place. All that time he had taken her façade for the truth but ow. Now he heard her as she truly was. Grimmia was scared, and the thought thrilled him.
Grimmia wiggled against her restraints and looked around in the room. In the shadows she could spot a familiar sihlouette leaning against the wall.
“Cher, Ch-cheriach is that you? Oh thank the mother, please tell me what’s going on? Is this another prank, because if it is im going to have my clones chase you halfway across Tyria and-“
“Shut. Up.” He cut her off, the lack of softness in his voice cathicng Grimmia completely off guard. The green sylvari stepped forward towards the stretcher that held the other. Beams of sunlight shone in thought the cottage ceiling, barely illuminating the insides.
“I am sick of you talking.” Cheriach almost spat out the words.
“Cher what are you doing let me go, this isn’t funny anymore!” Grimmia sounded increasingly distressed, struggling feebly against her bonds. Cheriach growled auidiably. He leaned down over Grimmia, putting a gloved hand on her shoulder.
“Grimmia.” He smiled. “I am making a list in my head of all the terrible things I’m going to do to you. Right now you are making it very hard for me to not outright kill you, so could you for once in your life listen to what someone else has to say, or is your ego so inflated that you would rather die than obey an order as simple as being quiet, hmm~?” His voice rung loud and clear but had this sickly sweet tone to it.
Grimmia stared in horror as it dawned on her what must have happened. The Cheriach that stood before her was different from her friend in evey way, from his confident posture to the mischievous grin on his lips. She shook her head and tried to inch away from her former friend, but was hopelessly bound down.
“Cheriach.. no.. no please no please please tell me this is a joke.. “ Her voice hitched and cracked, something that was absolutely delightful to Cheriach, whom chuckled in response.
“For someone who takes pride in their intellect it sure did take you a long time to figure it out. And don’t try to give me a lecture about how what im doing is immoral and ungrateful to the mother and yadda yadda yadda. This is partially your fault you know.” He slowly walked around Grimmia, sneering at her with disgust in his eyes. “You shoot me down, you belittle me and you tell me how much you hate me when all I’ve done is show you kindness. I can’t believe I looked up to to you. All I wanted was to be your friend. But now I see you as you truly are. You are a weak and fragile dreamer, and for the first time in my life I have the upper hand.” As he spoke he walked behind Grimmia and out of her line of sight. He went silent and grimmia could hear the clinking of metal tools. She tried to focus, knowing this might be her only chance of escaping. Grimmia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, channeling the magic within her to create clones. … Nothing happened. Baffled, Grimmia tried again. She had summoned thousands of clones in her lifetime and could probably do it while fast asleep. Why was it that now when she tried to unleash her magic that nothing happened.
“Oh and don’t try using that disgusting magic of yours to escape. I’ve taken care of it. Funny how something as simple as an arcane blocker renders you entirely useless, wouldn’t want you to summon any pesky clones to interrupt my fun.” Cheriach giggled, walking back into Grimmia’s field of vision. She felt like thowing up. Her head was spinning and everything turned blurry. “I made sure that if you did try to stop me you would feel just awful. If you keep trying it’s going to start hurting really bad, and you don’t want that now do you?” He leaned over her, cupping her cheek in his hand and tilting her head up and forcing her to meet his gaze.  Grimm saw no trace of the kind sylvari she once knew, his face was cold and hard and his grin terrified her. Her breath hitched in her throat and before she could stop it tears were streaming down her face. Cheriachs grin turned into a frown and he pulled his hand back.
“Look at you. Pathetic.” Cheriach spit on Grimmias face. “You disgust me so much. You are worthless and deserve to be crushed under the sole of my boot and fed to the hounds. You are filth.” He hissed between his teeth, his face inches from Grimm’s, whose sobs grew louder. “And since you are so convieniently at my disposal I have a chance to show you just how little you are worth.” His grin came back, this time even wider than before. “Comfortable? Well then let’s start.”