Promises, promises.
Torthure: I saw her, I finally fucking saw her! A victorious smile fills my lips as I think about it. The way she had killed that Lesser, and what he had said about her, about all the other killing she had done, god that had gotten me so fucking hard, and that was before I really took in what she was wearing. All leather, all of it, and the best part of it was that fucking corset. The way it pushed her breasts up, and how it hugged her tiny waist and flared slightly when it came to her hips. But the way she had backed away from me, the fear in her eyes, the ease it took to twist the knife from her hand confused me. My Alexhandria would never have done that, she would have stood her ground, flashed her fang and hissed if I had come anywhere near her when she wasn't chained. I didn't like her like that, scared and pathetic. I wanted my fierce warrior, the female who would kick and bite and yell at me when we made love; the female who had killed that Lesser without a second thought with a smile on her face, the female who haunted my dreams. To see her so scared pissed me the fuck off.
Pacing in front of the balcony doors that lead off the lounge on to the deck, with my hands behind my back, and an emotionally detached Edith sitting in the lounge suit in front of me, I begin to pester her with questions. "What was Alexhandria like when I wasn't around Edith?"
Her head snapped to me, her eyes locking on mine. "Why would you want to know that?"
"Just answer the question." I say as I continued to pace the space in front of her, my hands tightening onto fists at my side.
"I don't know what she was like when you weren't around," She sighed "The only time I ever saw her was when I was bringing a client to her, I only ever saw her lying on that bed, looking at the ceiling or at me, her eyes filled with nothing but hated."
She had long ago stopped denying that she had allowed others to have Alexhandria, the only thing that saved was that she never told me how many she had let have the honor. But that wasn't why I stopped pacing and faced her directly, my eyes burning with hatred. "Those where the only times you ever saw her! Who helped her to bath when her and I were done?!" A step closer. "Who took the chains from her after I left?!" Another. "Who helped her to eat and to dress?! Who took care of her when I wasn't there Edith?!" I was standing right in front of her now, yelling down at her as she looked at the ground, her breathing hitching as if she were crying. Calming myself I continued, my voice coming out grated as I tried to hold back the anger. "My Mahem may have been a self centered whore, but at least she took of me, made sure I was washed and feed and had a comfortable bed to sleep in at night. She may have kept herself from me apart from when we had guests or it was absolutely necessary, but I was never left alone. There was always a doggen there with me, to do whatever I wanted him to do. But I was never treated as if I was nothing."
I watched in disgust as she wiped the tears away that flowed freely down her cheeks, as if she had the right to cry over what she had done. She wasn't the one chained to that bed, or left without food for days or bathed. “Get the fuck out of my face Edith. If you do it fast enough you might get to live during the night.” I didn't bother to watch her get up and scamper away to her room. I turned my back on her and then grabbed the closest thing to me which was a lamp and through at the wall to my right. I watched it shatter and then drift fall to the ground.
Looking over at the glass windows, my eyes traced the outline of the city below, searching for Alexhandria in the impossible mazes of alleys and roads. “I promise to make up for how your Mahem treated you my love. You’ll be treated like a queen at my side, given everything you could ever possibly wish for, bathed and clothed and feed. You will never be treated like that again.”