Disclaimer in Chapter 1
This chap is a little short but it's equally as important to the storyline. Thanks everyone so far for their critiques! They are very helpful. As I've said before, any and all critiques and reviews are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 25
The Captain's heels clicked loudly on the dark marble floors of the Fright Zone as she passed cell after cell. Prisoner after prisoner.
The dungeons reeked of musk and death. Dark moss grew in patches all over the place. Insects scurried about, finding leftover scraps and the occasional corpse to feast on.
It was truly a place reserved for the damned of Etheria.
The silence, except for a few muffled tears from some of the children who were locked up in the dark recesses of the dungeon, was broken only by the timed march of the raven-haired officer. As if on beat, she tapped her leather whip against the side of her exposed thigh.
On first appearance, one would not assume that she was among the highest ranking officers of the Horde. Her appearance exuded eroticism. Her face was almost that of a dark goddess. On top of her head rested a ruby and emerald mask. Her skin tight, red leather uniform barely covered her alabaster skin, but there was enough material for the Horde insignia. Barely enough.
But past her exotic beauty lay the icy heart of a fiend. The closest thing to a demoness of hell as one could find.
She reveled in her ferocity. It gave her power.
Catra rounded the corned, her yellow eyes narrowing as she neared the last cell. She curted her chin to the two troopers standing guard at the door who, in turn, responded with the Horde salute and walked away.
The Captain flicked her hair back over her shoulder and sauntered as close to the door as she could. Pressing her forehead against the bars through the small windows and her breasts against the cold steel, she ran both hands seductively up the front of the locked door until her arms were completely stretched above her head.
A low, guttural "purr" escaped her full, ruby red lips as she continued to rub her head on the window.
With a glint of sadism in her eyes, the Captain bit her lower lip and scratched her long, black nails down the front of the door. The sound was unbearable, like a high-pitched banshee that made everyone in the block, including the troopers, scream in agony.
Catra, on the other hand, seemed to derive insane pleasure from it and ran her nails all the way down the down. Inside the other cells, she could her chains rattling from the prisoners desperately trying to cover their ears.
She knew, however, that the prisoner behind the door in front, had not moved and was in fact, staring at her.
She giggled with an evil pitch and traced the bars with her slender fingers.
"Mmmmmeeow, I do so enjoy a good stretch before battle, don't you?" she taunted. "Something about it just, purrrrrrr, livens my senses."
The prisoner did not move and the Captain continued, almost singing her prisoner's torments.
"Rrrrrrr, your daughter and her friends are to be executed soon," she pealed gleefully. "What a pleasure it will be to see themmmmm swing from the gallows. So, sorrrrrrrry you won't be able to see them."
Still, the prisoner remained stationary. Catra, sensing that her words were being wasted, grinned nonetheless and clicked her tongue.
"Why so quiet your highness, hmmmmm?" she teased. "Cat got your tongue?"
With that, the Captain burst into maniacal laughter, turned on her heel and walked away, motioning the troopers back to their posts.
Floors above her, hundreds of Horde Troopers began to fall into battle formation.