(Yet again thanks for views, I'll try to update this and anything else I plan on starting every few days. Don't expect anything though, I'm pretty lazy. Also; anyone wanna write smut for me?)
"You have such beautiful eyes, Ruby… Grey eyes, such a rare trait… I've heard they're a delicacy in some cultures. I'll have to see for myself." She rammed her nail into the eye she had left untouched earlier, plucking it from its socket like an olive from a jar, then flicked her tongue around it to get a taste.
"Mm, it's much sweeter than I would have expected… I've always heard that human flesh tasted sweet, but until now I never had the chance to try…" Her hand unoccupied with holding Ruby's sight made its way to the girl's jaw, pushing it upwards to close her mouth and end her ceaseless scream-whispers of pain. It was funny, in a way, how she resisted even though there was no hope. She would have her way with the girl, cutting at her flesh until nothing remained but the bone; then she would suck the marrow out and spit it on her grave. No; her mother's grave. Ruby was always a mommy's girl.
Her teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the eye, chewing it into a fine pulp, before releasing her hand from her captive's mouth and mashing their mouth's together in a kiss, forcing her tongue through her virgin lips. Cinder couldn't help but moan in delight as the pulp rolled off of her tongue and down Ruby's throat, causing a coughing fit on her part that Cinder relieved by ramming her fist into her gut as hard as she could. A simple sidestep avoided the gastric fluid that she vomited up, and with a push on the metal chair Ruby was seated in, her face met the cold hard concrete along with her own bodily fluids. And it made Cinder wet. In fact, if she had any undergarments on, they would have been thoroughly soaked by this point. As it was now, however, they trickled down her leg, a reminder that her needs would need to be attended to before she cut her new toy's fingers off.
Amber eyes fell to the girl pitifully bleeding onto the floor, face down in her own blood and vomit. By reflex, her foot found its way to her gut again, repeatedly kicking until blood was being coughed up, deeper in hue than her namesake. But she needed to have her sitting again for her next act, so she grabbed the chair and forced it upwards, Ruby's body now as limp as a ragdoll in it.
"If you tell me now I'll make it a quick death, little rose. One last chance."