Echoes
Ruby Slippers
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: Mature -for torture
Prompt: Agony
Spoilers?: Nope.
Word Count: 195
Her sharp cries echoed down the halls, marble reverberating the sound further than it did in the caves. The People's Palace rose high above D'Hara, her authority palpable in the night.
The caress for the agiel brought forth another scream, this one breaking into a whimper as the last of Kahlan's energy was stifled out.
"Now, now, Confessor, don't pass out on me. I'm not nearly ready for bed just yet." She could see the subtle wince in her captive, bringing a malicious smile to the Mord'Sith's face.
She circled her shackled prey, inspecting the long day's work evident on the pale skin; Bright reds and blunted blues patterned beautifully from the confessors's slim wrists to her dangling ankles.
Kahlan's head flopped to the side, causing Cara to smirk with tenacity, "Why Mother Confessor, do you need help holding your head up?" she quipped, coming to aid with the firm press of her agiel to the bottom of the fallen chin.
Kahlan's cry filled up the room anew, as millions of tiny sparks of pain fired through her head.
Cara loved the sound of these hallways, there really was no place like home.
x-posted to lots_femslash here.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: Mature -for torture
Prompt: Agony
Spoilers?: Nope.
Word Count: 195
Her sharp cries echoed down the halls, marble reverberating the sound further than it did in the caves. The People's Palace rose high above D'Hara, her authority palpable in the night.
The caress for the agiel brought forth another scream, this one breaking into a whimper as the last of Kahlan's energy was stifled out.
"Now, now, Confessor, don't pass out on me. I'm not nearly ready for bed just yet." She could see the subtle wince in her captive, bringing a malicious smile to the Mord'Sith's face.
She circled her shackled prey, inspecting the long day's work evident on the pale skin; Bright reds and blunted blues patterned beautifully from the confessors's slim wrists to her dangling ankles.
Kahlan's head flopped to the side, causing Cara to smirk with tenacity, "Why Mother Confessor, do you need help holding your head up?" she quipped, coming to aid with the firm press of her agiel to the bottom of the fallen chin.
Kahlan's cry filled up the room anew, as millions of tiny sparks of pain fired through her head.
Cara loved the sound of these hallways, there really was no place like home.
x-posted to lots_femslash here.