This post has the following content warnings:
She- well, not always, but for quite a long time, knew she was going to die. It's a hazard of the trade, using their power and fighting this war. Everyone dies. A magical girl never grows old, she just disappears.
Now it's her turn to disappear.
Follow her legs into oblivion.
Hopefully it happens before this really starts to hu-
Glaphyra is the fastest runner in all of the Two Kingdoms; she's kneeling by Eleni, holding her cuffs, before Eleni can get very far.
"Clothes off," she says as she continues working. "But don't drop those, now."
She finishes before Glaphyra's completely undressed, and watches her remove the last few articles carefully.
"A good start, pretty." Eleni plucks the cuffs out of Glaphyra's hands, then wrenches her arms behind her back to bind them there.
Eleni shoves Glaphyra to her knees. "Great Set of the desert," she says, "I invoke here your storm to rage and test my supplicant's devotion." As the circle begins to crackle with lightning, she bends down to buckle Glaphyra's wrists to her ankles and whisper in her ear. "Crawl across, slave. Move quickly enough and you'll live to run again."
Scared whine!
She crawls forward, launching herself fast across the circle - keeps moving even as her muscles try to seize and spasm - doesn't spend her breath scream, puts all of it into keeping going -
She's badly burned by the time she crashes out of the circle, eyes wide and tear-filled, breath coming in pained gasps, muscles twitching, skin burnt in tiny patches belying the true extent of the damage.
Eleni has smiles and effusive praise for her slave when she makes it out, and invocations to Sekhmet for healing.
Pet pet pet.
"Such a good girl you are. Strong and fast and so very, very brave." Kisses!
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
