"Obey me." Ardyn's voice is little more than a purr in her ear, his hands settling on her shoulders and squeezing. One hand lifts only a moment later, a knife appearing in his grip, though whether it came from his sleeve or from nowhere is unclear. He presses the hilt into her hand and turns her towards her bound husband. "Be a dear and make him hurt, won't you?"
The knife is pressed firmly in her grip, the awful sound of his purring tone ringing through her body that doesn’t feel like it quite belongs to her anymore. She steels herself as best she can, in an invalid attempt to stay in place. But with every step her feet push her forward, the more panic rises in her chest.
And she knows for a fact that he’s sick and twisted enough that he will stand and watch her as she tries to stop herself, he won’t give mercy, until she begs for it, and even then she’ll likely not get it.
“No...” She tries to make herself drop the knife but her hand won’t release and she’s crying as crystalline orbs look at her husband. She doesn’t want to do this. She doesn’t want to do this! “Please no. Please----”
Dearest Six, she couldn’t breathe, the air was evading her lungs and she was getting closer now. She stands maybe four steps away from him, her entire body ridged as she tries to stop herself.
Another step forward. “Please don’t make me do this!”
She’s sobbing, dignity out the window. She has no control over her body, no control over her actions. And she can feel control over her words slipping too. “Noctis, please forgive me.”Then the blade sank deep into his flesh, his blood spilling forth to cover her hands. “You really are pathetic aren’t you. To believe someone like me could ever love someone like you.”
