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The sobs got louder and more desperate. The pleas for survival were always the same. I'll do anything. My baby, please. He needs his mama. I don't want to die! I'll give you my gold, my jewelry, anything! Olivia had learned people would do and say anything to be left unharmed. Some were brave and defiant at first, but eventually the pleading came as their will began to break. It was a delicious process to watch. Olivia cupped Mira's cheeks, and gazed into her eyes. There was much fear in there, but there was potential. After several long moments of silence Olivia released the girl and turned towards the dungeon door. She closed it, allowing the metal to echo around the stone room. The sobs continued as Olivia approached a large chain beside the X and lowered it, so the prisoner was lying flat on her back allowing her to see nothing but the roof. Olivia disliked getting blood on her dress, so every cut had to be precise with minimal spill. This was less likely to happen when her subject hanged upright. The gown she wore was red, but patches of blood would always be noticeable. Now, Mira, She said softly as she approached the girl. My name is Olivia. We're going to spend the day together, she showed the girl hand that exposed a small yet sharp blade. Her eyes met Mira's and she brought the blade down, softly caressing the cold blade against the skin of her arm. You may feel a slight bit of pain, but if you stay real quiet I will reward you. Without warning the blade scratched against the skin of her arm, slicing open the flesh and releasing a small amount of blood. Olivia then pushed her fingers against the small cut and allowed a small bit of her magic to enter, in an attempt to numb the pain.
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Mira normally would have batted aside the hand cupping her cheek but that was a non-option at this point. Part of her told her to jerk her head away, however as she stared into those red eyes that part was silenced. She was entrapped by the gaze, unable to look away from the gleaming crimson. She felt exposed as the red woman stared into her own eyes, like she could see into her more than others. She swallowed hard after her hand was removed, watching her move towards the door. Her stomach dropped as the door was shut with echoing finality. She cried as the X was lowered so that she was staring up at the cold ceiling, sniffling miserably as she tried to keep her eyes on the woman. Olivia, that was her name, Mira had known a girl named Olivia before a blonde haired thing with very little going on between her ears. This woman was far more dangerous than that one, she really did not like the way she said they would be spending the day together. When she caught sight of the blade in her hand, Mira felt her erratic breathing catch in her throat immediately. She shivered and whimpered as the blade was pressed against her arm. The woman wanted to look away but could not, the weapon holding her gaze and demanding her attention. The woman tried to move her arm but found that she couldnt squirm it from under the blade. This was a nightmare surely this could not be real. Her captor didnt seem to care about her really, like she was just another one of many beneath her blade. She sobbed louder even when she was told she might be rewarded if she was silent. She didnt deserve this, why had this happened to her? Please, stop! I- Ah! Mira found herself cut off from her pleading as the blade sliced into her flesh, a yelp escaping her lips. It hurt at first and as Mira stared at the sight of her own blood she found her stomach doing flip flops. After Olivia touched it however the pain started to fade, the wound numbing over extremely quickly until it was nothing but a dull throb. That didnt change the fact that she was bleeding. Mira quickly turned her head in the other direction, her breathing erratic and her eyes wide with fear and terror. Was that what she was going to do? Cut her a thousand times over until she died? She felt ready to faint after just one, she couldnt imagine this continuing. W-why are you doing this to me!? Mira asked.
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W-why are you doing this to me!? The girl whimpered. Olivia pursed her lips, and cut the same wound again. This time she let the blood slide down her arm. She repeated the process of putting the numbing spell into her blood, and the girl seemed to settle. Small scratches were easy to numb, but under extreme torture pain became unbearable. It was Olivia's goal to reverse the effects felt under loss of blood. That soldiers could fight literally until their last breath. Olivia allowed the wound to clot, saying nothing, showing no emotion. Silence was sometimes the best weapon. The indifference the exposed weakened the subjects morale and isolated themselves from resisting. If they felt they were worthless they were more inclined to seek approval from their captor. When the wound had clotted, Olivia looked upon the girls eyes once more. She lowered herself and kissed her forehead, and then her cheek. Sssh, that wasn't so bad, was it? Good girl, Mira. You are so strong. The witch then climbed upon the cross, stradling her pinned prisoner. Her hands felt around the body. Let's see how strong you are, child. I've put something in you, my magic, She raised her palm and showed her a dark mist that began to swell around her sharp fingernails. It is to reduce the pain you receive. The pain from before was just... a test. Her fingers rested over her breast, pure dark energy when exposed to flesh would make the victim believe their skin was being incinerated. The spell left only pain, not any visible marks. Do not scream, Mira. If you scream I will make it all so much worse. She slapped her hand down, and allowed the darkness to be absorbed into Mira's skin.
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Olivia's excitement rose as the girl screamed. She pushed her body tighter against her, as her hand continued to pulse the burning energy into her. The magick had not worked and the formula was not strong enough. The girl had such a pretty shriek..., and then suddenly it stopped. Major pain had turned into minor discomfort. She removed her hand from Mira's chest. She couldn't have been broken already. Magic did not settle over time, it happened instantly or did not happen at all. Olivia smiled, taking up her knife again. She slit the girls arm harshly this time, pressing her hand over her mouth to supress her shrieks. Shhh, my dear Mira. She cooed as she looked at the blood on the knife. Could it be? She brough the cold steel to her lips, and allowed her tongue to sample it. She felt the taste, the cold taste. This girl was special. She was not just simply a merchants daughter, she was a witch. Olivia eyes raised to meet her victim. Oh my dear. My poor dear. She took her face in her hands, her nails gripped her tightly. Olivia kissed her, pressing her tongue deep in her mouth, but only for a second. She pulled away and released the prisoner from her gripping nails. You have a mighty gift, Mira. A witch on my table. What are the odds?
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The hand was removed and the dull throb stopped, with this the magic began to simply fade within her as its task had been completed. Mira didnt know what had happened exactly, as far as she knew it was Olivias magic that had deadened the pain entirely. She couldnt forget that kind of pain though it would like stick very close in her memory for some time to come. It appeared that her struggles were not quite over. A muffled shriek escaped her lips as Olivia sliced into her arm, drawing more blood and even more pain from the prisoner. The witch tasted her blood, running her tongue along the blade in a manner that caused an involuntary shudder to course down her spine. The next thing she knew that same tongue was shoved down her own mouth, the suddenness shocking Mira to her core. The kiss was brief but afforded Mira a taste of the other woman, as well as some remnants of her own blood upon her lips. The young woman had never kissed another woman before then again she had never kissed a man either. The fact it was coming from Olivia, who had been content to torture her seconds ago, certainly brought some confusing emotions with it. Mira blinked once, twice, unsure that she had heard the witch looming over her correctly. A witch? Her? The notion seemed absurd the young woman had never used magic a single day in her entire life. There was nothing remotely magical about her, if anything she was a painfully average girl. She eyed Olivia warily unsure of what the volatile woman might do to her next. She wasnt quite sure if she was lying or not or why she would even bother lying to her. After all, she already held all the cards here. The prisoner cleared her throat as best she could. A witch? Me? What do you mean? I havent ever used magic! Mira tried to do something, closed her eyes and tried to do something like conjure fire from her fingers. Nothing happened when she opened them again, regarded the witch still straddling her with obvious skepticism. Mira also had to wonder if this apparent revelation was good for her or bad for her. The young woman hoped it was the former, she hoped against hope. She doubted shed last another round of torture from her captor.
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Yes, you. A witch, Olivia brushed the girls hair out of her face. She would not release her, not yet. It is pretty common. Most have magic within their veins but they cannot challenge it. It happens to half-bloods. Your mother must have had intercourse with a mortal boy. When I touched you, it activated the magic within you. Olivia smiled, falling down upon her victim. She felt Mira's breath against her lips and kissed her once more tenderly. I awakened you, sister. She kissed down along her neck, and moved her hands against the straps that binded her to the X. She contemplated releasing her, but that would be too gentle. She did not know this woman, she did not trust her. You are strong, for a half breed however, Olivia said as she sat up on the girl. Her hands softly caressed down her stomach. I wonder how strong you are? Your daddy was strong. Very strong and brave. The merchant man? Yes? Your mother chose wisely. He liked me very much, but I'm afraid he is no more. She began to laugh softly. Oh, but what a man your daddy was, She stuck her nails deep into the girls stomach and raked down, ripping the clothing that covered her. Her soft laughter became cackles, and her arousal began to grow she slowly grinded against the witch as she held onto her hips. When she stopped she once more fell on top of the girl and pressed her lips against Mira's neck. Olivia nibbled at her flesh. But don't worry, Mira. I'm your sister now.
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Her mother? Mira thought back to her mother, pondering if she had ever shown any signs of being a witch. Certainly her mother had been a very quiet woman, kept to herself most often. When she had suddenly departed one day it had been strange and her father had never told her why exactly. The young woman had grown up from then on thinking her mother had abandoned her, though now she wondered how true that was. She also had no idea what it meant to be a half blood, all she knew was that witches could use magic and should be avoided. Again Olivia kissed her, much more tenderly than before however, and she called her sister. Mira was not exactly sure how to feel about that, if she had a sister she doubted that shed be doing these things with her. She also rather hoped her sister would not have strapped her to a table and sliced her up. She felt a tingle in her gut, and when Olivia trailed kisses down the side of her neck she felt an odd mixture of terror and arousal. Arousal that died very quickly as Olivia next decided to speak of her father. News of her fathers death slammed into her gut like a well-aimed punch, stealing the wind from her. The witch spoke of it so casually, like it hardly mattered. Fresh tears rolled down Miras face, anger slowly rising in her chest. She wanted to lash out and strangle the murderer atop her, to avenge her fathers death. That was impossible however, she was weak and blood was dribbling from her arm to weaken her even further. Olivia was not only unbound but also a witch, whose power was likely enough to kill her with a single word or gesture. Mira made a decision then as the witch atop her violated her personal space and removed her clothing. She was going to get her revenge, however to get it she would need to survive today. Olivia was the one who decided if she survived or not, she needed to continue playing the coward. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed the witch. So she let her have her way with her body, suppressing a shiver as the witch trailed kisses along her neck. Despite her hatred for her the arousal was back as the witch nibbled at her flesh, the woman squirming slightly beneath the woman. My sister? Does that, ah, mean youll let me go? Mira said, gasping at Olivias ministrations. She had no control here and strangely enough, though the pained haze she was still living in it was arousing. This woman killed her father, had tortured her, yet she found herself aroused by her control. The fear was still there but it was a different kind of fear, one that came with the arousal. Olivia could very well still kill her, she could do any number of things to her and she wouldnt be able to do anything about it. It was a sick thrill inside of her, the lack of certainty. She knew it was sick but she found herself resisting it more and more as she squirmed and writhed beneath the witch.
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Let her go? Let her go? She had the nerve to request such a thing? Olivia sat up on her once more. She stared deeply into her eyes, seeing a range of emotions. Her fear had eased slightly, making Mira braver. She had thought the connection they now shared would somehow make Olivia full of mercy. She was mistaken. Amongst her fear was lust, she liked what she was doing to her. The sensation and touch was new to her, and feelings she did not understand were surfacing for the first time. Then deep within her eyes was hatred. A strong burning hatred and desire to hurt. Olivia bit down on her lip as she stared deeper and deeper into Mira's beautiful eyes. She wanted vengeance for her fallen father, she wanted power. She desired Olivia's blood. She was bubbling with hate. Olivia raised her palm, this time the flame was very real. It consumed her hand and she placed it upon Mira's chest. The fire crawled over Mira, scorching and burning... it soon absorbed right under her skin. Olivia removed herself from the table quickly. She undid the straps on the X, freeing her new sister from the shackles. The fire would fill her with rage shortly, a murderous painful rage. An uncontrollable blood boiling rage that would simply either be extinguished with death or burn the newly developed witch into exhaustion. The induced rage would unlock some of her power buried deep within granting her access to a small yet powerful amount of magic. Now sister, let's see if you're worthy. Kill. Kill everything in your path. Olivia whispered with glee as she caressed Mira's face. Then with the blink of an eye, Olivia had vanished, leaving Mira alone.
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Once more Mira felt exposed for Olivias gaze, her eyes seeming to see deep within her as though she could tell with but a glance what her surface emotions were. The woman swallowed hard, wishing she had not said anything in the first place and opted to remain silent as she was judged. Her eyes widened as the woman summoned actual flames in her hands, causing the half-blood witch to struggle hard against her bonds. The fire was brought closer to her and the woman screamed loudly when the searing flames finally touched her flesh. They didnt stop with her flesh and seemed to seep inside of her. Her rage and anger it started to grow brighter and brighter with the pain, soon her screams of pain were more roars of rage. Olivia released the bonds that kept Mira to the X and allowed her new sister freedom of movement. The woman felt power coursing through her veins, anger and vindictive rage blotting out every rational thought. She wanted to kill, to kill, and kill, and kill until there was nothing left to kill in her path. Olivias words were not even registered as flames gathered in the newly awakened witchs hands, blasting through the door to her cell as though the barrier were made of paper. Olivia was gone but right now the half dressed woman was out for more blood than just hers, she was going to kill everything she came across. Madness danced within her eyes as she noted a few guards at the end of the hall, the half-dressed prisoner smirking cruelly at them as they charged down the hall. The former prisoner inhaled deeply and then exhaled, unleashing a wall of flames from her lips that seared at the flesh of the guards. They fell screaming at her feet, trying desperately to put themselves out. Mira strode down the halls, her attention falling upon the cells. An unhinged giggle escaped her lips as she conjured up flames in her hands once more and walked down the row of cells, spraying fire within each one she passed. Prisoners feel to the ground, screaming in agony though in her anger clouded state the woman barely registered it. Somehow these people were also responsible for her anger, it hardly mattered that it didnt make logical sense to arrive at that conclusion. She killed and killed, murdering guard and prisoner alike. It didnt matter to her, all would perish in the inferno of her wrath. A ways into her rampage, as she was roasting a cornered group of guards with malicious glee she noted that the corners of her vision were starting to darken. Her limbs started to feel more and heavier, sluggish and delayed in their movements. The flames wreathing her and having burned her clothes from her started to die down. Soon enough Mira fell to her knees in the prison, surrounded by the burning remains of the this floor of the prison. The last thing she saw before everything went dark was flames, burning bright and hot despite her.
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She watched Mira's movements unseen from the shadows. The girl was quick and fearsome. She quickly destroyed all who crossed her path, which Olivia approved of. The guards tried to contain her, but failed. When the energy within her burnt out she dropped to the floor, the flames that covered her body vanished. Olivia emerged from the shadows. Her eyes full of a pride, now that she knew what her sister was capable of. Footsteps began to get nearer as Olivia crouched down, and pressed Mira's head onto her lap. She stroked her face with affection as guards turned the corner of the burnt and smoking corridor. It is okay, I have control of the situation down here, Olivia said calmly, as she brushed a finger through the unconscious girls hair. I'll need new subjects, this one seems to not like our current ones, The guards looked at the pair uneasily, but said nothing and left them alone. Olivia returned Mira to her cell, leaving her new sister to wake with a fresh dress and a bar of soap with a bucket of water. There was a plate of food on a table at the corner of the cell. Her new coven sister had potential to be so much more than just a peasant girl, and Olivia intended to guide her. She had always wanted a sister, and now one had stumbled down her path. It didn't even matter that she was only a half-breed. The girl was strong.
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When Mira awoke she felt awful, a splitting headache was roaring through her skull and a bit of nausea was centered in her gut. Her mind was a foggy mess, leaving her wondering for a moment where she was and why she was naked. Slowly it all came back to her in horrifying detail, the anger, the flames, and the death. Likely if her stomach was not so empty the young woman would have vomited, instead she clutched her head and shook it in denial. That couldnt have been her, that was not her. Yet it was and the sick part about it was how stark the memory of the pleasure she had taken in her power. She had been unto a goddess of flames, the power had been intoxicating. Olivia. She had caused her to go into that rage, had told her to kill everyone that she possibly could. The witch did not seem to be anywhere in the cell, instead there was a proper set of clothing, a bucket of water and soap, as well as a plate of food in the corner. It was more than she had been given in all of her time here. The young woman first cupped her hands and drank deeply from the water, guzzling it down in long greedy gulps. When her thirst was quenched the young woman quickly took up the soap and started scrubbing herself down. She washed every inch that she could manage to touch, purging herself of dirt that had gathered over her time here. No crevice was too small she had been too long in the prison and felt stained all over. She ran the soap through her hair, savagely attacking every knot that she could find before dunking her head into the bucket. When she finally finished with her ministrations the woman sighed, sitting back and taking up her next task to get dressed. The dress was a common affair though it was better than prison clothing by far. It was a rather good fit as were the strappy leather sandals. By the end she felt tolerably more human again. Not perfect but better than nothing. With all this done, Mira finally sat down and started eating. It was nothing special but it was relatively warm and after her infrequent and cold meals earlier it was positively divine. She wolfed it down, practically swallowing the food the moment it entered her mouth without chewing. She didnt feel humiliated by her lack of table manners it was hardly the concern at the moment. When she finished the meal she leaned back in her chair and sighed, allowing herself to get reoriented. The question on her mind at the moment was why she had been permitted these comforts. Perhaps it had been Olivia, though the witch had likely tried to kill her with that entire fire affair. Her eyes flickered towards the bars of her cell she was still a prisoner though just a more comfortable prisoner. Whoever had helped her out likely had some ulterior motive of their own. All she could do was wait.
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Olivia rested easily that evening. She drank red wine from her goblet and savored each drop. The only thing on her mind was Mira. The feeling of her body under hers, the madness in her eyes as the rage consumed her. The only witch Olivia knew was her mother, who was long dead. She had never met any other witches, and never even believed she could find one. It was midnight when she stirred out of her quarters and returned to the dungeons, Olivia had free access of the entire castle so the Kings guards did not stop her from going anywhere she please. The remaining prisoners flinched and pretended not to see Olivia pass. Her footsteps got quicker and quicker as she approached the cell closest to the dungeons. She removed a small key from her pocket and unlocked the door. The girl was sitting on a chair, having enjoyed the comforts Olivia had allowed her. The cell door shut behind her, and Olivia eyes scanned over her body and new dress. You look well, Mira. She said politely. Did you enjoy your meal? I hope it was to your liking. Boar is very expensive in times of war.