Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

The wet scent of mud and rain filled their noses, clothes now soaked as the water poured around them. A boy and a girl both siblings. He was fourteen and she a little bit older but not by much. Rogier had a soft grin on his face, looking down at the mud that now stained his trousers and her dress as they fled through the rain to find shelter beneath a strong tree. Their little adventure into the woods away from prying eyes had been cut short by the storm, but Rogier did not seemed to mind. He liked the sound as it all rushed around them. It was when the distant thunder called that he could feel Colette shivering in his arms. She was soft and sweet in her pale blue dress that matched a pale blue eyes. It was the only difference between the two, besides of course gender. He sighed as she leaned her head on his shoulder, and he kissed her neck. She kissed back. The trail of kisses began to tumble their way down Colette's front until she exposed the bud of her nipples to him and let the boy take as he wished. The storm eventually subsided but it was not to last before a storm of tears. --- Rogier ground the wooden balls of the prayer beads between his thumbs. He looked at the little crucifix that dangled in his hands. The boy could strip Odette to her skin, and yet it was only without this that he felt he had truly undressed her. What conviction could be so powerful that he enabled her to endure this? To choose this? Golden eyes lifted from his seat at the side of the chamber to look up at her. Dawn's light speared in through an arrow slit in the side of the tower's wall a crevice too narrow to fit through but just wide enough to peak at freedom. The light struck Odette's pale skin, coloring a vibrant stripe across her body while she fidgeted in agony and restlessness. As he watched, he clenched the crucifix in his palm. No... Her faith would break. Everyone breaks. The exact length of time he had been sitting there watching was difficult to determine, but it was at least just before sun began to creep up. It was long enough to enjoy a crepe which now sat half finished at his side. There was something calming about being there, about just watching her acclimate while unable to find the spot she could sleep in. Poor puppy. Part of him felt it cruel even for him. Odette had only always been polite... He pondered how much pushing it take to make her violent. There were other sins beyond mere lust to trip her into. Rogier rose from his chair, riding boots clicking against the stone ground as he made his way to the cage, leaning over it. His eyes spied the scar in Odette's back where the lead bullet exited her body, sparing her life by chance or by miracle. After a moment, he unbolted the chain that held her neck and arms and let her body go slack. The cage was opened, and his arms carried her exhausted body out until she was sprawled across the stone floor. Pierce by piece, her body was freed from the chains and from the leather hood that covered her face. All was bare except for the chastity belt around her waist. He permitted the woman to take her time huffing in her daze before settling down the fine china plate in front of her, it's articulate beauty contrasting with the rest of her tower dungeon. It carried his half eaten crepe with a bit of cream. Eat. He spoke gently.