Whitemantis - Agony

I do not condone rape. This is part of the characters' story. Its okay to have this dark thematic in art, so long as you recognize the lines between fantasy and reality. Please keep comments respectful and related to the artwork presented here. Comments that stray or attempt to start an off-topic discussion will be hidden, sorry!

Yes, I tried to add a warning thumbnail too, but unfortunately it doesn't work on FA so yeah! Go complain to Dragoneer about that.

Please don't kill me. <:c

Text below courtesy of my amazing Amethystine, of course!

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The sound of a lengthy chain, whimpering and the lightest of foot-falls.

Metallic talons upon polished stone floors, and an urging grunting now and then, strained and authoritative.

"Come, Unsought. Come, or I will not be held responsible for my disciplinary actions."

A curtain is heard being drawn aside and then left to fall back into place; opening then re-covering an entryway, between which further foot-falls mingled with the subtle cacophony of various soniferous metal; chain links clattering and gold talons clacking.

Soon, blankets.

Then, quiet, after the sound of a mattress compressing.

The cruel voice stabs into the silence: "Come closer," it commands, "Do not stand there and act like you don't know what this is, you little wretch."

There is a rustle of fabric, then a sudden, flopping crescendo and ceasing of the sound; it's unmistakable. Articles of clothing being removed rapidly, and tossed aside carelessly. The sound of the mattress shifting. "If I see that look in your eyes... the one I saw when you first laid eyes on my full magnificence, Unsought... I'll kill you myself."

"I'll do my best not to look, then, my Lord and Master Roc, for I am certainly not worthy to gaze upon your uncovered excellence."

The sound of the chain. "Come here, now," the voice begins, seething with rage. As it goes on, there is a muffled sound of pain from the lighter voice, and the discordant noise of metal links being wound around something. "You must like your hair, dear. For you still have not asked to cut it short, no matter how many times I pull it to direct the movement of your accursed head. Turn away and present yourself for your Lord."

"My Lord and-- Master Roc, please--!" comes the choked protest.

A haughty sigh. "What do you plead for, sandscum?" There is a light grinding of links, a shift in the chain.

Hurried and hungry breaths, although still softer than the harsh respiring regularly heard from the other party. After a moment, the wispy voice speaks up. "My Lord and Master Roc, I merely wish to offer alternatives. Perhaps would you enjoy watching myself and Eight Hundred play togethaaahh!---"

"Silence! If I wanted that whore today I would have called for her myself!"

For a moment, there is only the sound of both breathing, an uneasy silence.

"Turn away, Unsought. Get down onto your elbows. Lift your tail. Now." Again, the sound of the chain; suddenly going taught. "I hope you realize that if you don't behave, it will be worse for you, ungrateful urchin. Ha'az Asi is especially angry today, and I would rather not venture out at all, but I can just as easily take you outside if I must."

"My Lord and Master Roc, I... I would prefer communing with God, instead of this. I'm sorry, my Lord and Master Roc, but I cannot lie to you," came the small, weak voice, pleading and afraid, yet with an undercurrent of defiance.

"Instead of...?" there is a mirthless chuckle, brimming with dark intent. "I meant I would take you outside and do this very same thing with you, out there."

There is the sound of a little mouth, swallowing further backtalk, then shifting upon the mattress.

"Yes... that's the spirit. Stay down like that."

What follows are sounds of flesh and rustling chain links.

"And don't you dare look back at me, I don't want to see your ugly face."