Ennui
By SMYGO4EVA
Delicately lithe fingers clutched around the arm rest of a throne, pale flesh straining as annoyance was clear on her expression. Formed and wrought with iron, the throne reached for the tall ceiling above her, as if the twisting vines and spires were actually growing. It was impossible, of course, considering that her underground palace was… well, underground.
Mistress 9 was bored. And it was the type of boredom that only brought on the mood that worsened with each and every second passing.
Fouler and fouler she became, her upper lip rising in a slight snarl. And even though she could think of many entertaining scenarios in her mind to quell her boredom, there was nothing right in front of her.
She yearned for people on their feet, begging her for mercy. She envisioned all the bloodstained clothes and screams of agony, pleading for death's sweet embrace.
But that didn't come. That never showed up.
Instead, she was alone with her boredom, the occasional irritated sigh her only companion in the otherwise silent room.