"Nowhere in my instructions did I say for any action to be taken against Dahlia. I want her alive." Omar said as he looked at Cinder, weeping and shaking with pain and shame.
She had been punished severely for the mistake. She had not ordered the attack but neither had she warned them not to attack her. So she paid the blood price and Omar had extracted every ounce of agony from her before he was satisfied.
He was magnificent in his fury. His dark blue eyes were hard like gemstones and his chiseled features had remain clear of any emotion, not showing any of the pleasure he had taken in breaking her body and spirit. She had failed him.
His face, so like that of his daughter, was one she loved and hated. She had power, yet how dare he hurt her like this. Then the part of her that had his brand on her soul cried out that she had disappointed the Master and she deserved to be punished.
His children learned the hard way to never disappoint their Father.
"Yes, Master. It will not happen again." She cried, crawling on her belly to kiss his polished black shoes.
He wrapped a hand in her long hair and she screamed as he pulled her up. "You cannot afford any mistakes, Cinder Fall. Control your children. Or I will. Next time, your Mistress will be told of your folly." He said before dropping her in a heap on the floor.
He walked to his desk and lit a cigar.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. You are too generous." She groveled. Oh, how he disliked groveling. Dahlia had never groveled. "Get up. You have a lot of work to do. Go see the Healer." She got to her feet, the burn marks across her skin cracked and oozed blood.
She wiped her tears and slowly left, the shards of dark glass stuck in her feet clinking against the marble floor leaving behind a bloody trail.
As she left her eyes glowed with fire, evaporating what was left of her tears and as the fire spread, it cauterized the rest of her wounds.
Someone was going to pay for this.