Thread: The Butcher's Bill (Prince x LeatrixSage)

Elisa blinked at him as he spoke, utterly confounded. It couldn't be true. Demons and humans... that couldn't be why! Elisa shook her head at him. You're a liar, she muttered, unwilling to believe his claims. As he went on, her ire came back, burning away the fog in her mind. Being angry at him made this all so much easier. Questioning? Examination? What else could you ask? I've told you everything. And what do you mean by examination? He seemed to ignore her as he walked about her room and refiled through her things. It was annoying to watch him toss her things about carelessly until he began to rifle through her cloths. As he picked through her undergarments, her cheeks flamed. Flimsy corsets, delicate chemises, and fragile stockings and garters were flung through and left hanging out of shelves as he searched for God knew what. At least he had the good manners to look bothered. Jar my memory, she mocked tartly, her ire giving her bravado. There is nothing to jar. Neither of us spend time with anyone other than each other. Last night was a fluke. She yelped as he grabbed the chain between her wrists - more so from surprise than any pain or fear. His fingers had felt like fire against her skin where they had brushed her arms. The sensation made her frown. She had never felt so cold. Why had she not noticed the chill before? As he opened the door and she met the stunned, frightened faces of the other girls, her cheeks flushed a violent red. Their fear was painful and she bowed her head to hide while he spoke to them. She couldn't meet the eyes of the women that had become her family. She felt betrayed and shamed by them. Surely, they felt the same about her. Elisa followed him without complaint through the hall, down the stairs, and out onto the street. The crush of people watching there was even more embarrassing. The shocked cry that went up made her cringe as if she expected to be attacked. The disgust they had for her weighed heavily on her shoulders and Elisa found herself hugging close to Ethan's back. It was strange, but the same man that had clapped the iron around her wrists was her greatest protection against them. They made way for him as he led her along to the carriage that waited. With a little help, she made it to her seat. Fear made her docile, along with a misplaced trust in his ability to protect her from them. As the open-topped carriage began to move, the wind seemed to cut through her clothes in a way that was alien. Without the warmth of the lines, she felt as if she were naked in a blizzard. Without thought, she scooted closer to Ethan's side. Her leg pressed into the warmth of his as she nuzzled herself into him, uncaring of how his arm pressed along the side of her breast. He was warm, it's all she cared about. What is going to happen to me? she asked quietly after several minutes had passed and the place that had been her home was far behind them. She didn't expect an answer, but she asked all the same. Better to know if... if I'm not going to see the sun tomorrow. Her voice trailed off as she looked away from him, unable to face him. Better to know now so that I can be ready.