05-23-2009, 02:00 PM
[html]
Svara's change in personality had been more dramatic than Sabeen had expected. But she was not entirely surprised. Sudden pain clouded her vision as her daughter ripped into her breast. Despite the throbbing pain and the sensation of blood sliding down across her belly she would not give Svara any satisfaction, no. Instead she hummed deep in her throat, turning it into a sick purring, spreading into a round of broken laughter. She released her hands from her daughter's neck and brought her right to her wounded breast, the other resting on her legs. Wheat eyes sought the other, not masking the pain, but they still showed some sadistic, masochistic pleasure, not from the wound itself but from the situation. For every step lower than Svara would take, Sabeen would take a leap lower. "Oh, yes, he does..." She spoke throatily, lifting her blood hand to her mouth to lick off the coppery crimson liquid. "Tell me, what else does he like to do?" |