Thread: The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

Mira felt a dull tugging at the place where she had been cut and bit her lower lip, while she felt nothing she knew what was happening. More and more magic was pumped into her body the normal reaction would have been a slight rejection however her body seemed to absorb the arcane energy almost eagerly. The prisoner didnt know anything about this naturally magic was a foreign thing to her mind. It was a scary thing that evil witches used in their experiments, so she especially had no idea that her body reacted more positively to it by a slight amount. The silence that met her question caused her nerves to dissolve ever further, honestly it was amazing how very far she had fallen. Her eyes returned to Olivias face, as if searching for some assurance that the witch was still human. She couldnt see anything in her captors face, simply cold and unfeeling indifference. Mira shivered, she had never encountered someone that could detach themselves so completely and utterly from anothers suffering. She herself was selfish and mean at times, but this was on an entirely different level. Evil came to mind as a word to describe the witch, sadistic perhaps. The woman whimpered as Olivia kissed her forehead and then her cheek, the action perversely reminding her of when her mother would do such things. After coming home crying from a cut or scrapped knees there was always her mothers warm embrace and a kiss on the forehead. Only now there was no warmth to it, it felt mocking in a way. This woman was not her mother, but she did not jerk away from the contact even though some part of her desperately wanted to. If she offended the woman, displeased her in any way then she would be dead. The witch then straddled her body, the red woman looming above her and capturing her gaze with those red eyes. So she was a witch, the thought managed to send further shivers down her spine. She wasnt just here to torture her, Mira realized that now she was testing her foul magic upon her. A test subject that was what Mira was to her, a collection of interesting reactions to her poking and prodding. The dark haired prisoner remained very still as Olivia straddled her, not daring to move lest it be taken as a sign of defiance towards the witch. Now that she knew she was a witch Mira feared her even more if that was possible. W-why me? Surely you have o-other test subjects to use? Better ones? Im just a merchants daughter. Mira inquired. She realized fully that kind of suggestion indicated fully that she was willing to push someone else on the table to avoid pain, however she could hardly help her mind going in that direction. She was afraid. Terrified of what this witch could do to her. Miras breathing became faster and faster as Olivias hand came to rest on her breast, dark energy swelling forth from her fingers. The prisoner stared pleadingly up at the witch, looking for pity that did not exist. She started struggling then, not caring for the consequences in particular. She wanted to get away from the sources of her pain and fear, the creature looming above her that took the shape of a woman. Please, no! No- Ahhhh! Mira found her pleading cut off as the dark energy made contact with her skin. She screamed despite telling herself not to, then again she doubted that anyone would not scream at the amount of pain she was experiencing. It was like nails were scratching at the inside of her skull, obliterating all rational thought and leaving only the sensation of sheer suffering. It felt like her skin was being burned, charred from her bones by searing heat. Her body broke out into a cold sweat, attempting to cool her down even though in reality there was not physical burning occurring. However, then something happened. The pain began to dull. The magic in her blood reacted with something inside of her, strengthening the effects and numbing the pain. The unbearable pain was not as painful as before and slowly, every so torturously slowly the pain levels decreased and she stopped screaming and started hissing as though she had come into contact with something particularly hot briefly. Eventually the pain deadened altogether and she stopped screaming, the witch's more powerful magic achieving a sort of harmony with her body.