Cinn and Irene, Royal Chambers.
Cinn tried her best to look away but, she found herself frozen on the spot; not a single muscle responded to her commands. What was wrong with her body? Why couldn't she move?
"I'm sorry..." Irene slowly released Cinn's chin. "I'm sorry, my dear Cinnamon. I didn't mean to be rude or brute whatsoever with you." That said, she pushed away some locks of Cinn's long braided hair from her face, sticking them behind her bunny-shaped ear, and cupped her right hand in between her ear, following her jawline."Cinn..." She caressed lovingly her cheek with a slick movement of a thumb."I... I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me."
«Saying sorry doesn't always mean that's how you truly feel.»
Cinn tried to be indifferent to her touch, to her bittersweet words but it was so difficult to do, Cinn 'cared' way too much for her... how could she bury those feelings? How could she not forgive her?
Irene's eyes instantly fell onto Cinn's lips; with her free hand, she brushed her lower lip and Cinn's lips parted. Irene moved closer to Cinn, tilting her own head to the side; her eyes flashed gold for a brief second. "Close your eyes."
An electric shiver ran down Cinn's spine and she did as she was told. However, she still didn't lean in. Yet, her body was kept motionless, as if she was being held down by chains. She felt the warmth of Irene's breath, her mind couldn't help but picturing their lips middling together. She knew that Irene didn't love her back or, having some kind of care for her, but she couldn't help those feelings from overcoming her heart. Maybe things would change. Maybe her lady would change and no one had to get hurt in the end. Maybe there was a different ending for her, for both of them, an ending that actually would bring joy and happiness. The next thing she knew, Irene had slammed her lips against hers and nearly knocked out all air from Cinn's lungs. The kiss obliterated her every thought; it was firm as a tree root sustaining the soil, soft as the December's snow falling upon the city, and hot as the scorching sun on the summer's peak. No one has ever kissed her like this. Well, nobody has ever kissed her. She always wondered what those love stories meant by 'melting in a kiss', now she knew.
Irene placed her hand on her waist, lightly pulling Cinn to her. She broke the kiss for a brief moment, leaving Cinn to take shaky, shallow breaths. "Lean in," Irene commanded in a low tone but high enough for Cinn to hear.
She nodded like a frail puppet held in place by a single fraying string. Those kisses were her salvation and her torment at the same time. She craved for them and would die with their memory engraved on her mind.
Their lips touched again but, this time, Irene added more pressure to both their lips, deepening the kiss.
Cinn hardly had a moment to react before she pressed her tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. No permission needed for that; she opened her mouth with a low moan. She was all hers to take. Forever, and ever.
Shifting sideways, Irene pinned Cinn to the wall, her hands working their way around Cinn's body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with her characteristic physique.
Cinn could feel herself tremble. She felt woozy and lightheaded. Her head wasn't throbbing or anything like that, but she swore that her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest at any second. Her balance became worse and worse by the ticking of the clock; she had to grip to Irene's clothing and hold onto them. Her mouth became dry despite all that exchange of saliva between them. She opened her eyes to find blurry eyesight. What was happening?
Irene's lips curled into an amused grin upon realizing that, she stood completely petrified under her command. She grabbed Cinn's neck with both of her hands, making her pull away from the unexpected action. Cinn's eyes widened in shock as her hands launched themselves to Irene's; the terror look mirrored in her eyes, emancipating the fact that she was now afraid of her, more than anything in the whole Hell. Irene's eyes flashed with indignance and pure rage."Tell me. Did you really thought I wouldn't find out that you've helped her behind my back?"
"M-M' lady--! I-I don't know what you're talking about-- ngh!"
"I'm not stupid!" She growled angered, like a hungry wolf drooling over his prey's neck. "As I said before, I have eyes everywhere."
"I-I... p-please listen-- my intentions w-were good and--!" Cinn tried to explain herself but, deep down, she knew it was pointless. It was the end for her.
"SHUT UP!" Irene shouted her lungs out, refusing to listen further. "I don't want to hear your excuses! You should be on my side! Not hers--!" Irene squeezed her neck, tightening her grip around it slightly more.
Cinn gasped desperately for air; her fingernails marked Irene's skin brown markings trying to release her grip from the only canal that allowed her to breathe.
"Don't worry child. Soon, I'll put you out of your misery. You shall pay for that treason." Irene chuckled mischievously.
"M-M-- Maesmer p-please!" Unconsciously, Cinn cried out.
Irene's eyes widened as for she was not expecting to hear that name came out of her mouth, ever. She slapped Cinn on the spot, leaving behind a purple stain on her cheek. "I didn't give you permission to call me by that name! Who do you think you are?!"
A lone tear traced down Cinn's cheek; it burned when sliding down the sore skin.
"That sure will make you learn not to repeat the same mistake again. Now, beg for your life" Irene demanded.
For not complying, Cinn earned another vicious squeeze from Irene's hands. She just broke down. Cinn wept; the sobs and frequent gasps for air punched through, ripping through her muscles, bones, and guts.
"BEG!" She repeated.
"P-Please--! R-Release me--!" Cinn would beg as much as her lady would make her, even tho she knew it wouldn't change anything. "P-Please! Have mercy, m' lady--!"
Irene looked pretty much pleased; her face moved a little too slowly, as she was taking in the sight of her servant struggling to stay alive. Then she grimaced. "How cute~ Sadly it wasn't enough." She said.
Cinn closed her eyes, accepting whatever Fate had reserved for her. "I love you father... mother... big sister..." She whispered beneath her breath as more tears rolled down her cheek and chin.
Irene leaned in and, once again, kissed Cinn. However, this time, it was no ordinary kiss. It was a specific one, one called"The Death kiss". She was lucky to be blessed with that ability. With a snap-of-a-finger, she was able to snatch it all from Cinn's body until it only became an old, empty carcass. And, after being finished with applying her sentence, she didn't even bother to show some respect for the sake of all those years of loyal servitude, she just tossed mindlessly Cinn's lifeless body to the side and let it fall to the ground on its very own.
Cinn lied on the ground in the half-light, utterly still. Her lips were blue, skin shriveled and lost of all its vivid color, and her eyes were dull with exploded pupils.
Irene licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. "That was quite a feast~! At least you were useful for something. Now..." She passed a leg over Cinn's body and made her way towards the exit. "... I shall take care of some annoying stone in my high-heel."