The door once more opened in Cynder's cold hard cell, letting light seep in through the crack. Cynder looked over from examining her wings, still charred and burning. Fear once again took over her body. "No, please, not again," she said under her breath.
But, instead of Eshira appearing in the doorway, Spyro came. He bounded in at full speed, darting his head around the room. "Cynder!" he called to her happily as he saw her, running towards her with a bright smile on his face.
"Spyro!" she exclaimed, all of her fear washing away and being replaced with joy. He lifted her up, hugging her frail body. "You came back for me."
"Of course I did, Cyn," he said to her soothingly, tightening the embrace. "I love you."
Cynder's heart skipped a beat when Spyro uttered the three magic words. She regrettably pulls herself away from the hug, looking deep into his eyes. "Really?" she asked, somewhat dumbfounded. "Do you mean it?"
Spyro chuckled slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. "No," he says. Cynder's mouth drops open as he said that. "What in the world makes you think I would love you?"
Tears begin to fall from her eyes, mixing with the blood below her. She walks away from him slowly. "Spyro..." she slowly says
"Don't even talk," he sneers, walking closer to her. "I HATE you." He pushes Cynder up against the wall, tears now pouring out of her eyes. She averts her gaze from his, closing her eyes."In fact," he says, putting a paw on her shoulder to hold her up to the wall. "I think I'll just kill you now."
Cynder's eyes shoot open, fear and confusion once again flaring inside her. "What?" she gasps out between tears.
"Shut up," Spyro commands, holding her shoulder strongly as he extends a claw. He puts it up to her chest, bringing forth a small drip of blood.
"No! Don't!" she hopelessly begs. She was about to say more, but she was cut off by Spyro sinking his claw deep into her body. Cynder suddenly gasps for air as he slowly retracts his claw. He looks at it with a sense of pride, the once white color now dripping red.
"This is for ruining my childhood," he says cruelly, stabbing her chest again. He stops for a moment, looking into her eyes. The once soft, green glow her eyes formerly had were now bloodshot, cloudy, and stricken with pain and tears. "And this is for the rest of my life." He slowly drives his claw directly into her heart, not taking his eyes off of hers.
He feels the last few miserable beats of her heart, struggling desperately to keep pumping blood. Cynder's vision almost immediately blurs, the world around her begins spinning and making her dizzy. "I hope that you burn in hell where you belong," he says quickly.
Cynder painfully sucks in one final breath, looking at her former lover with cloudy eyes. "Spy...ro..." she weakly calls.
The last thing she sees is the fuzzy image of a purple dragon, walking away from her with a smile.

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Cynder jolted awake, her heartbeat racing and panting like a dog. She couldn't help but feel around her underside for any new wounds, but there were expectedly none.
She put her head down on the floor once more, ignoring the blood. By this time she had gotten used to it, either that or just simply she didn't care she didn't know.
Closing her eyes once more, she tried to get another few hours of sleep before she was tortured again. But, sleep never came.
The spot on her back where Eshira whipped her was sending a stabbing pain all throughout her torso, and the new collar around her neck was griding down her scales slowly but surely.
A single tear crawled out of her eye and down her cheek as she shifted her position to be as comfortable as possible in the stone room. As sleep slowly grasped her body, she wryly wished that Spyro wouldn't come to save her, and that she would never wake up.

Just a quick little chapter, I wanted to submit one of Cynder's nightmares. It's kind of short, but the nightmare was all I really wanted in this chapter. So as you can see Cynder's nightmares are pulling her away from Spyro. Oh noez.