a thousand instincts (#1)

Your Rules (26)

      He cannot resist us. Our bodies will make him more aggreeable, this I am certain of.

     I am not even sure he wants to speak, let alone bang. 

     He cannot torture us, he is our mate. 

     You can feel the bond?

     You would too, if you allowed it. 

     Is it because I am still fighting you?

     Do not stress, it will all come in good time. Come, let us go.

      Where?

      To torture him. 

     Aeress shook her head. "No!" We have better things to do then spend our time on a man that won't even look at us. 

     Warrick finally looked her way at the sound of her voice. He watched her, and her eyes were trained on his mouth, waiting for him to address her. Seconds passed and when he was satisfied by what he saw, he went back to his scrolls. 

     Her heart blackened at the small, but heavy gesture. She stood up and with more strength than intended, she broke the glass cup in her hand, crushing it between her fingers. The sound was loud, and she slammed the bottom half on the table. 

     "I'll see you later," she said calmly as if she didn't just have a violent outburst. She picked up a breakfast pastry that didn't land on the floor and took a bite out of it and left swiftly. She refused to cry at the shard of glass stuck in her palm. 

     She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. 

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      We must release her. 

     Aeress sighed and looked over at her new guard for the day. Release her? What does that mean?

     I could perhaps show you myself- 

     Wait, you mean kill her?! Please, why do we have to kill her?

      She must be released. Remember my words and understand your rules do not apply to me. 

      She is here to literally protect our lives, why could she possibly deserve to die?

     You misunderstand once again. Very well, I will show you. Go to the river, my river. 

     What for? 

     Your questioning is tiring. Comply for once. 

     Aeress glanced over at the guard once again. She had a shaved head and little spikes embedded into her skull to resemble a punkrock mohawk. Her eyes were black as night, just before the storm hit, when it was quiet, when a frozen breath was suspended in the air. 

     Could she be evil? Aeress had no idea, but it was obvious that Godhead did. She wanted to understand her, see what she does so that maybe all of those deaths had some value to them. 

     She opened her mouth and paused. She couldn't help but frown to herself. Was she doing something wrong? "Would it be okay if we went to the river-" my river, "her river?"

     The guard halted to bow lowly. "As you wish. I must request more guards, the outside is far more dangerous ma'am."

     That isn't necessary. 

     "That won't be necessary, I just want some fresh air." 

     The guard hesitated but did not object. She was a towering, strong woman. The kind to strike fear in the hearts of all, including Aeress.