#35 Lets Play A Game
I feel the hatred burning deep within my chest as I gaze across the gloomy cavern at my sworn enemy and a growl rises unbidden to my throat. Steely eyes burn into mine and my fingers itch with the need to close them for good. I am the first to look away lest need overcome instruction and I succumb to the beast lurking so close to my surface, too close some would say.
A shape moves to block what small amount of light there is seeping through the slit like entrance to our hidden hideaway then slips inside and shuffles over the rocky ground to where I stand on guard, resolving as it nears into the well known figure of my captain. A comforting weight descends onto my shoulder as he grasps me and pulls me close to whisper in my ear and I feel a smile begin. He grins in return and nods over to the other side of the room in affirmation.
Anticipation rises within me like a burning brand as I move toward the warped creature I so despise, his pallid, skinny form belying the strength hidden within. Not that I think he is any match for me of course. I stand looking down at him, savouring the moment, hoping he will cower and flinch but knowing he will not. This one is proud, even in his captivity he holds his head high, refuses to despair, but I will see him break. I will see him fall. This why I am here after all. They all give in to me in the end.
I reach out and grasp a handful of long, golden hair, wrapping it around my fist to pull, drawing his head backwards between arms outstretched and bound apart by chains hammered into the jagged roof. His eyes still challenge mine, foolish princeling! I grin and bare my teeth, lean down and whisper into his pointed, shell like ear.
"Now, woodland sprite. Let's play a little game."
…and the fun begins...
A/N
Sorry, this one just wrote itself. Let me know what you think :)
