"Camilla, what exactly happened to Charlotte? Did you scare her off? How'd you get her to leave?" You could hear her chuckling to herself. You watched her hips sway with each step she took. She looked marvelous in her casual attire. Her curves filled out every inch of her revealing outfit. "I may have said a few things to her. This and that." Camilla grinned as she bent over to hand you your breakfast with flashbacks of last night circling her mind.
Camilla watched as Charlotte made her way to the outskirts of the castle, taking note of her reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Charlotte jumped when she heard an alluring voice calling her name not too far away from her. She turned around, only to be greeted by nothing. She stayed there for a minute, checking her surroundings, before turning on her heels to continue out of the fort, but ran face to face to with Camilla. "Didn't you hear me calling you? How rude of you not to answer." Charlotte could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was filled with so much rage and sorrow that she didn't know how to deal with herself. She stared up into Camilla's violet eyes with her own blue ones, her bangs falling in front of her face, and hiding her enraged expression. "What do you want with me? I'm leaving, like you told me to."
"Ah, yes, I did request that you evacuate the premises, that I couldn't help but notice that you hadn't packed any of your belongings. Where are your clothes and your food? You certainly haven't forgotten your axe. Just what do you plan on doing with that?" Charlotte was silent for a moment, not daring to make eye contact with the dangerous woman in front of her. "I just want to leave, okay?" The blonde attempted to scuttle past her newfound enemy, only to be stopped again by her bodacious chest. "I asked you a question. Did you plan on returning in the dead of night to use your little axe? Do you plan on hurting me? Or my darling Dante? Charlotte, if you want to fight with me, I have absolutely no intentions of backing down. But don't you dare come near my Dante. Especially not with that sorry excuse for a weapon."
Camilla was going to open her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the sound of air whooshing past her. She ducked right in the nick of time, the edge of Charlotte's blade barely missing her head. Camilla ducked down and tackled Charlotte to the ground, pinning her hands above her head and staring down into her cold blue eyes with her own filled with murderous rage. "You damn idiot. I've given you plenty of opportunities to leave this place, and you attack me? I've had just about enough of you. And I'll take great pleasure in making you pay." Charlotte squirmed in an attempt to writhe herself free from Camilla's grip, and let out a shrill howl of pain when she felt her hair being tugged at. Camilla was dragging her along the dirt by her long, blonde locks. She reached up to take hold of Camilla's hands and pry her fingers loose, but to no avail. "Oh, stop struggling. And be quiet already. You attacked me, and you'll pay the price for it."
In mere seconds, Camilla had managed to haul Charlotte from outside, and down into the basement of her lover's headquarters. She threw her new prisoner against the wall in front of her and closed the door behind her. "SInce you so clearly do not want to leave, I'll allow you to stay here for a few days. And I will be kind, and feed you and bring you water. So long as you behave yourself. Which means you need to stay quiet. No screaming, Charlotte."
"Fuck you! Unlock the fucking door. You're not keeping me down here. It's dark and dusty and there's spiders and bugs everywhere. I'm out of here." Camilla grabbed Charlotte's cheeks and slammed her back into the wall, earning her a loud, high pitched shriek. "Now you listen to me. I've given you numerous opportunities to leave, and you chose to stay and plot murder. You ought to be glad I haven't decided to kill you. I'm keeping you alive as an act of kindness. But I don't think I want to be kind now. I think you need a little convincing."
Camilla released her grip on Charlotte's face, and allowed her to slump to the ground with tears streaming down her face. In seconds, Camilla had managed to fasten chains and shackles around Charlotte's neck and wrists, keeping her chained to the floor and unable to stand. She lifted her leg and forced her knee against the blonde's jaw, watching as she squeaked and tried to crawl away from the assault. "You attempt to murder me and my husband, and now you want to crawl away pretend to be weak? Don't give me that." Camilla kicked her prisoner several times in the stomach before stepping away from her and watching the tears roll off her pink cheeks. "Crying won't help you, Charlotte. Now shut up. It's nighttime, and most of us are trying to sleep."
Camilla sat down with her husband at their dining room table, and leaned over to plant a sweet kiss against his cheek. "She just needed a little convincing, that's all."