The Aftermath

”You’ll kill her!” As the night went on, Sephiran heard the occasional screams of his falcon above him, having perched itself in the trees to serve as a witness in the sinister act. By the time he grew physically tired, the night had already morphed into the frigid, early morning hour when the temperature in the Polar Sound was at its lowest. He decided to pull himself away from the bloodied mess beneath him, forcing their bodies apart with a sickening pop. Panting and licking the strings of bloodied saliva from his lips, he instructed the bird to scout out a cavern. From there, he proceeded to drag Aurelia through the snow, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake. It may have been easier to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to his destination. But that’s not what predators did with their prey.

Upon reaching a cavern, Sephiran dragged her inside and pushed her unconscious body into a corner. The rest of the morning would serve as a testament of her strength; should she survive, she would face a lifelong hell with him by her side. But if she were to die… well, he would need to find another plaything and repeat the cycle. He cast her one last glance before plopping down at the mouth of the cavern, using his body to block the only exit… and he quickly fell asleep.

”You fucking bastard! You took my virginity!” He probably would have slept for several more hours if her screaming hadn’t woken him up. At first, his only reaction was a flick of an ear and a twitch of his lips. But then she asked him the million-dollar question. ”Why didn’t you kill me?” With a long, exaggerated huff, Sephiran propped himself up on one of his elbows and turned in her direction. His eyes narrowed and settled on her, tracing the wounds littered across her body from last night's altercation. Blood was still weeping from some of her wounds, anger was spread across her face, and tears were welling up in her eyes. And he loved it.

“Took?” He said, mocking her grossly inaccurate accusation. “You were withholding it from me," A simple correction, one that was monotone and matter-of-fact.  "So I claimed what was already mine.” He kept eyeing her, waiting to see if she had enough strength to raise up and disobey him. “But that won’t be an issue anymore.” Despite the severity of his actions, Sephiran was being quite nonchalant about it all. Because he didn’t see anything wrong with what he did to her. “The reason is simple.” His lips peeled back into a perverse sneer. “Toys are more fun to play with if they are alive.” He wouldn’t admit that her asking to be killed had also played a factor in his decision-making. "Don't you agree?" All she needed to know was her purpose now… which was to keep him entertained and satisfied.

"Speech"