"Poor Cara. So beautiful and so helpless!"
Denna looked at Cara hanging from her wrists in Denna's chamber. She looked at Cara's figure, her eyes and straight hair. Her hair fell beautifully on her shoulders even in that uncomfortable position. Yeah, she is beautiful, I give her that. Very beautiful.
"Hah, Denna, if you are going to torture me, your efforts will be useless. I have already experienced so much physical pain, and not only that, that I can handle anything. And especially from you. Easily."
This was nonchalant Cara at her best. Cara looked at Denna with scorn and smiled. Denna almost admired this Cara's strong expressive face, her lips, from which she was able to say very direct things to anybody.
"It's you Denna, it's you who need help," Cara said stronger. "You will not get anything from me. You can play your little mind games forever, if you didn't yet learn that things are more complex than that."
Denna smiled and shook her head. She looked aside, gave a little laugh and slowly turned her eyes back to Cara.
"Well Cara, I know you. I know how you used to think and how you were like me. And sure you still think pretty much that way. But you have also changed."
Denna saw her physical appearance still as Mord-Sith's: a wonderful body, arms and legs so dangerous in fighting, her skills. A face and a body which said at the same time 'yes' and 'I don't give a damn', in an irresistible manner. But, Denna was sure about it, Cara's mind was already softened, not any more on the level of her Mord-Sith's trained body. And Denna would weaken Cara's mind more, much more.
Both these strong women looked directly at each other's eyes.
"I knew you would say exactly that Cara. That I needed help."
"What do you mean?"
But Denna avoided the question.
"You cannot protect Richard forever, you know that. I am going to take him. I will take him. So let it happen before it gets too difficult for you, let him go."
Denna walked around Cara. The chamber was silent except the sound of her steps and the their breathing. Denna looked at her from the corner of her eye but Cara looked just straight, expressionless. Tough, that woman is tough, Denna thought, but knew it already.
She turned to Cara smiling and lifted her hand. She played with Cara's costume details and brought her hand gently up to touch Cara's hair, starting to caress it. Her face was very close to Cara's and they felt each other's breathing.
"You are a proud Mord-Sith, aren't you Cara?"
"Richard will be safe, Cara said a bit angrily. You cannot harm him."
"Oh no Cara, you get it wrong! I'm not speaking about Richard physical safety."
She felt the warmth of Cara and continued to caress her straight hair. Yeah, straight hair, not any more the single braid.
"I'm speaking about letting him go from that part of the mind that should not exist for a Mord-Sith, Cara, from that part of your mind," Denna continued.
"Yeah right, my mind, huh? Now even you are starting to question my mind? You waste your time and bore me Denna," Cara turned her head a little to the side.
"I can easily see you have started to have, well, how should I say…attachments. Emotional attachments that I didn't expect to see from you."
Denna half spitted these words out of her mouth. She kept her face now close in front of Cara's face, a pair of deep eyes challenging another pair, a deceivingly serene face of Denna against the beautifully expressive one of Cara. Denna moved right in front of Cara, unashamedly close.
"A Mord-Sith, right?" Denna formed the words sensually and slowly on her lips, looking Cara closely in the eye.
The touching of their bodies was inevitable. A slight shiver ran through both of them at that moment, but Cara stayed unmoved while Denna didn't stop looking Cara deep into her eyes.
"Whatever you try with me Denna, I'm not going to give up!"
"I will give you pain Cara. But that pain will not necessary be physical. I'm going to take Richard out of your mind, I swear it."
Nothing in Caras external appearance revealed if Denna's words had touched her.
"Guards, let her down," Denna ordered.