It's so hard to breathe, the warrior thought to herself. Her eyes a dazzling gold, with split pupils, her yoki desperate and painfully swimming through her body like wild ocean waves. Her ribs were broken to the point they pierced her lungs, but somehow she was still hanging on, even through the limitless pain. I'm such an idiot. She cursed under her breath, teeth clenched as those bright monstrous eyes began to leak with wild tears.
Galatea had never faced such a fear in her life, and to think this abyssal of the three that lived, only wanted to toy and destroy all sense of will of fight. Isley would have killed her, and so would have Lucelia. But no, Riful of the West was the worst witch of her time, inflicting pain for her own full throttled desire to awaken her captured warriors. And, pain was something she could handle but what she did during it was unbearably… exciting?
Fuck, I can't think that. She growled weakly, She exploited me for her own sick minded ideals. Her weak and numb body trembled visibly at the thought, a faint low whimpered whine escaped her throat.
"So sad," came the teasing voice beside her. "The suffering I put you through only makes you so much more beautifully exciting." A chuckle left her lips, delicately running a finger over the warriors soaked cheek even as the body she touched failed to barely flinch away.
"Leave me alone," she choked, tears unconsciously still streaming out of infuriated discomfort.
"I could, but I think I'm better suited to watch over you." Riful grinned. "Dauf is such an idiot; he could kill my favorite little toy."
Toy? Fuck that. Galatea snarled to herself, and struggled to gain her strength, or what was left of it anyway. "Wh-why don't you just kill that idiot?"
The abyssal shrugged her shoulders, "I don't have a reason to yet."
Inside the claymore wanted a way out of this, and all this mind numbing pain was making it so difficult to comprehend what her mind was really throwing out there. "What would you do if I killed him?" She muttered, struggling to sit up, but her arms felt like jelly.
She grinned, "Well, that would be interesting… but I don't think you could do it." Giving off a shrill giggle, "I'd say, if you killed him without being on my side, I'd have to kill you." Her expression and voice changed at the end of the sentence, a deadly serious gaze fell upon the beautiful blonde.
The look she was given made Galatea's shoulders quiver visibly, so much that she almost fell on her back once again, her skin grew cold and put her weight forward. Leaning over herself, and gasping for breath through her broken ribcage, shuddering briefly.
"Come on, sweet little doll, I know you want to release all that power to heal yourself right again." Riful prodded, and slowly her face showed the expression between an adorable pout and sadness over a sickly pet. "Couldn't you just do it for me? I'd let you get rid of the fool, and stay by my side."
Every time the abyssal acted like that it made her mind twist in utter confusion, and it made her heart wrench so much that she was torn between actually awakening and not. What the hell am I thinking here? I can't awaken for the likes of this monster. The claymore repeatedly tried to convince herself not to go into that dark place in her mind was slowly creeping into place, it was driving her crazy. Focusing on her yoki, she began the healing process all over again, wanting to get herself back to at least sixty percent to heal as much as possible to run.
Riful could feel the nervousness raging through the warrior, as well as the confusion swimming in her yoki, but it only made her grin even more. Slowly moving to the front of her, she leaned in close to the woman, grinning as she trailed a fingertip across her cheek. "Come on, I could make you the most beautiful and the most powerful awakened being on the planet, and you know I could do it."
The closeness made her blood boil, lip curling into a silent snarl, but unable to push her away like she could have before. "It's a nice offer but-"
"But you don't want it from a monster, right?" Sighing, she rests the palm of her hand on her cheek, leaning close. "It's not as if that organization will ever do anything for you, you're expendable and you know that. They don't care if you're beautiful or powerful. All that matters is how long they can use you, until you break under their control." Riful commented, watching and feeling the reactions of the warrior she is now straddling. "Please, would you awaken for me to gain the perfect advantage over them, or awaken because they broke you?"
It was contradicting, her mind was all twisted, and the fact their faces were inches apart made her all the more hard to control herself. Her yoki flared briefly, without her permission, and she didn't see the smile on the abyssals' face this time; however, she did see a hopeful look in those dark eyes. "I… I…"
"Stay with me, I'll let you know just how beautiful and powerful you are, each and every day." Whispering against her lips, "You will be such a beautiful monster." Taking the last inch, she pressed her lips against Galatea's in an icy but heart melting manner, it felt like kissing cold bloodied steel.
But it tasted so good, responding to the kiss as she pressed her lips deeply against Riful's in response, and her yoki flared like a forest fire. She couldn't control it, the pain and the manipulative state her mind was in was too much for her to bare, all she could do was let it loose. There wasn't any pain following with the exertion of power, like it would with others that screamed, it was pure pleasure inducing power racing through her veins and muscles.
That's my girl, Riful thought to herself as she kissed the blonde deeply, forcefully. I knew beauty and pleasure had its due. She inwardly grinned as dark as night, it was satisfying, she knew this claymore would awaken into something outstandingly beautiful but discouragingly powerful at the same time. But she convinced herself to even stand aside if there was some possibility she was more powerful than herself, if only she were to stay with her.