Disclaimer: I shall not repeat.
Rinoa was on her knees, trembling in combination of fear and anger. She had also heard her companions. At first it had given her hope, but then hope had given way to fear as she realized that the dark woman and her monstrous feline knew that the others were approaching. Rinoa tugged at her chains to no avail. The orange-eyed woman laughed as the girl slumped to the cold floor, defeated.
"Ha, ha, I know your friends are coming," The wicked one remarked snidely. "And guess what? You get to sit back and watch me take care of each one of them." Her crimson nailed hands drifted towards a glittering daggar hung at her side. She drew it carefully and kneeling down, placed the point under Rinoa's chin, forcing the imprisoned, untrained sorceress to look up at her. "I will especially enjoy caring for your beloved Mr. Leonhart...young men like him make especially nice bed companions..."
This touched a nerve. Rinoa's eyes, which had been shut tightly in defiance, snapped open and glimmered with hot anger.
"You...bitch!" The young raven-haired woman lunged at her captor, taking her by surprise. Griever, hearing his mistress being attacked, ignored the voices coming from the tunnel and spun around, growling as he dragged Rinoa, screaming, from the evil one. Nearby, at the end of the dark tunnel, Irvine saw his chance...
A/N: Sorry it's such a short chapter and sorry I haven't updated in a while. I temporarily lost this story, and I was too discouraged to rewrite this chapter. I was going to make it longer, but I need a little motivation from you guy! I honestly appreciate every review I get!