Knightmare27
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"I do not like how weak-willed you were towards her...I do not like it at all...", he muttered gruffly as he led her away by the chain, "...but I understand it. I was decieved by your being a monster into not remembering that you are also a woman. I have decided to allow you to serve me only in one way - and I think you know which one." - he pulled her closer, his voice becoming a hoarse, menacing whisper - "But do not think you can get away with defying me! I demand excellent service from you when I return from work. Now wait for me in there, and make me happy when I return - or else."
They had reached the cell door, and he opened it. She would keep the robe, but her fate was to sleep in the dark and cold, on filthy straw. The fitting bed for unruly servants. And yet - he almost felt pity for her. It was hard, nerve-wracking work he had been trying to force her into. She had no torturer in her; at least now. She would have plenty of torturer inside her later that day!
Attaching the chain around her neck to the wall, he continued to speak, his hands moving from the chain to her shoulders and squeezing them once she was securely fastened: "I will have to punish you later - I told you I discipline my servants, and rebellion like yours can not go unanswered. You are too kind-hearted to inflict pain on anyone, not even those whose souls are forfeit if they do not confess. This is not cruelty for its own sake - but you hate cruelty of all kinds. Admirable, almost..." - he paused and took a deep breath; he admired her more than he wanted to admit, actually. Torture was so effortless for him, while she seemed to shy away from it equally effortlessly - "...but it is foolish, short-sighted. Eradicate Satan's work and save souls - that justifies anything! You fool... you fool of kindness..."
They had reached the cell door, and he opened it. She would keep the robe, but her fate was to sleep in the dark and cold, on filthy straw. The fitting bed for unruly servants. And yet - he almost felt pity for her. It was hard, nerve-wracking work he had been trying to force her into. She had no torturer in her; at least now. She would have plenty of torturer inside her later that day!
Attaching the chain around her neck to the wall, he continued to speak, his hands moving from the chain to her shoulders and squeezing them once she was securely fastened: "I will have to punish you later - I told you I discipline my servants, and rebellion like yours can not go unanswered. You are too kind-hearted to inflict pain on anyone, not even those whose souls are forfeit if they do not confess. This is not cruelty for its own sake - but you hate cruelty of all kinds. Admirable, almost..." - he paused and took a deep breath; he admired her more than he wanted to admit, actually. Torture was so effortless for him, while she seemed to shy away from it equally effortlessly - "...but it is foolish, short-sighted. Eradicate Satan's work and save souls - that justifies anything! You fool... you fool of kindness..."