Road to Ruin 2/?
Title: Road to Ruin 2/?
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s) [changes with every section soooo]: Cara/MC!Kahlan
Rating: M (NC-17... R...)
Warnings: Torture [physical], abuse [mental], dark [in general], bad grammar, other stuff, oh and still... NO CRACK
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d |
Her sense of smell was what first came back to her as she slowly regained consciousness - her body waking bit-by-bit. Copper and metal with a hint of rust and salt intertwined to make a familiar and bitter sweet smell... and taste now that she actually took the time to think about it.
A dull sound registered in the back of her mind - ears ringing painfully - in the pit of her stomach she knew something was wrong. She knew where the sound was coming from. Cara groaned and shifted her body - a slow burn coursing through her as she did so, reminded of the abuse she had suffered through at Kahlan's firm hand.
She focused on something writhing and forced herself to concentrate - vision slowly clearing up. The sight in front of her caused her stomach to twist and tempted her to beg for the serenity of darkness.
Kahlan was chained up where Denna had been - blood dripping down her body slowly, bruises colouring her skin. Her heart tightened in her chest and began to beat at an unhealthy pace - drumming against her ribcage. Hair hung limply, cascading over her shoulders as her body sagged against her own weight.
An Agiel came out of nowhere and slammed into Kahlan's hip, the angry lines slowly making their way around - contrasting angrily against the beautifully pale skin.
"No!" Cara choked out, throat raw - tears escaping.
Her eyes focused slowly on the wielder of the weapon.
Denna.
"CARA!" Kahlan's scream ripped through the chamber, echoing with the aid of the stone architecture.
"No! Stop!" Cara begged, voice cracking.
Denna turned her head in a slow, demented fashion, eyes hard, "You can stop this, Cara..." slowly she began to draw the Agiel up Kahlan's side - splitting the skin open.
Her heart thrummed even faster in panic as Kahlan screamed again in absolute agony, blood gushing from the new wound, "stop! Don't hurt her. Denna. Please! She did nothing!" Cara struggled against the chains which held her in the air, muscles straining - she could feel a few ripping as she struggled and stretched her body.
A leather clad hand caressed her hip, slowly running up her skin and over her bruised abdomen, "you can stop this Cara... stop her pain..."
Sea-green met sky-blue as Cara looked into Dahlia's eyes, "what can I do?" Cara croaked, body trembling - tears running freely.
Dahlia slowly dragged her gloved hand over Cara's skin, caressing almost lovingly, "bow to the will of your new Mistress." The woman took pause and cast a glance at Kahlan, "or her other half... will be butchered in front of you."
Cara flinched when Kahlan began to scream again, the Agiel slowly splitting her skin open, "please! CARA!" Kahlan begged, sobbing and gasping for breath when Denna moved from her side.
The world around her began to fade as slowly as she had come to it - vision leaving her last, the image of a dagger being drawn across Kahlan's neck being her last.
Cara gasped for air, a deep chill settling throughout her body - eyes snapped towards the place Kahlan had been, "do you want that to happen, Cara?" Her eyes snapped to the left where the Mother Confessor was sitting on a stone version of the Confessor's chair.
"What?" Cara wheezed - confusion evident.
"Do you want that to happen? Do you want to watch my non Confessor self die? Do you want to watch as she writhes in agony, calling your name and you being unable to save her?" Cara's jaw clenched and she turned her head more, watching as Zedd lowered his hand from the side of her head, "don't mind him. I merely had him put you in an illusion."
"Why?" Cara panted, a cold sweat beginning to set in, "why would you... do that to her? She is you. She's innocent in all of this." She shifted against the chains, body protesting and shooting pain through every inch of her.
The Mother Confessor smiled coldly at her, "she is not as innocent as you would think... Cari." Cara froze and stared at the woman she once thought of as a friend, "I know everything, Cara... I confessed your sister... learned everything about you." Cara's brows furrowed, "now... answer me. Do you want that to happen?" Cara shook her head quietly and the Mother Confessor nodded, "that wasn't so hard..." Cara watched as the woman stood from her throne and moved closer to her, "you see, when I was split... so was my affection." She brushed her fingers slowly over Cara's back, "leave us Wizard..."
"What about my sister's daughter?" Cara asked, her mind slowly catching up with everything.
The Mother Confessor's face turned soft for a mere second and Cara felt relief wash through her, comforted by the look, "once she told me everything I needed to know... I told Grace to return to Stowecroft and live as though she had not been Confessed... your niece is well taken care of." She paused and placed a soft kiss on Cara's abused ribs.
Cara closed her eyes and slowed her breathing as the Mother Confessor began to kiss higher, "what did you mean... about... about her not being..."
The Mother Confessor slowly trailed her hand over Cara's hip, "we were split completely, Cara. She only loves Richard... or at least used to before I confessed her. She is devoted to me as of now." Cara waited in silence, heart breaking slowly, "and I want you. I do not rely on my emotions as she does, but I do know in my heart of hearts that you are mine. I would even go so far as to call it love." She traced small patterns through the blood with her index finger, "break for me... Cara. Be my mate. Devote yourself to me. Honor me..." The Mother Confessor paused once more and whispered, "you know I will do the same... that I will honor you... cherish you above all others... I will even put forth an effort to be... compassionate."
Tears began to fall once more and Cara opened her eyes, "you wish to be my Mistress."
The Mother Confessor nodded slowly, "and your mate. I wish to be both." She trailed her fingers down Cara's thigh, watching the muscles twitch with fascination, "you know Denna will not be able to keep her word. It is impossible to make me whole again and it has been near a month since she escaped. My other half does not love you... the Mord'Sith have abandoned you, Richard is dead... your sister and the Wizard are confessed to me. I am the only one that cares for you and your well-being."
Cara's body trembled and the Mother Confessor glanced at the guard near the lever, nodding her head to him - he grunted and slowly began to lower Cara. The Mord'Sith groaned in pain as her body jarred from the movement. Soon her feet met the ground and the Mother Confessor reached up to release her from her restraints catching her and holding her up so she would not fall to ground - ruining her white dress as she did so. Cara continued to tremble in her arms and the Mother Confessor lowered both of them to the ground - pulling her onto her lap, cradling her.
"Break for me, Cara..." the words were soft and echoed around in her skull, "I care for you... I do not wish to hurt you anymore."
And she broke.
Her body was wracked with sobs as she clung to the Mother Confessor.
Hours seemed to pass by and she remained in the woman's arms.
"Mistress..."
The one word was met with a soft smile and kind eyes.
TBC?
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s) [changes with every section soooo]: Cara/MC!Kahlan
Rating: M (NC-17... R...)
Warnings: Torture [physical], abuse [mental], dark [in general], bad grammar, other stuff, oh and still... NO CRACK
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d |
Her sense of smell was what first came back to her as she slowly regained consciousness - her body waking bit-by-bit. Copper and metal with a hint of rust and salt intertwined to make a familiar and bitter sweet smell... and taste now that she actually took the time to think about it.
A dull sound registered in the back of her mind - ears ringing painfully - in the pit of her stomach she knew something was wrong. She knew where the sound was coming from. Cara groaned and shifted her body - a slow burn coursing through her as she did so, reminded of the abuse she had suffered through at Kahlan's firm hand.
She focused on something writhing and forced herself to concentrate - vision slowly clearing up. The sight in front of her caused her stomach to twist and tempted her to beg for the serenity of darkness.
Kahlan was chained up where Denna had been - blood dripping down her body slowly, bruises colouring her skin. Her heart tightened in her chest and began to beat at an unhealthy pace - drumming against her ribcage. Hair hung limply, cascading over her shoulders as her body sagged against her own weight.
An Agiel came out of nowhere and slammed into Kahlan's hip, the angry lines slowly making their way around - contrasting angrily against the beautifully pale skin.
"No!" Cara choked out, throat raw - tears escaping.
Her eyes focused slowly on the wielder of the weapon.
Denna.
"CARA!" Kahlan's scream ripped through the chamber, echoing with the aid of the stone architecture.
"No! Stop!" Cara begged, voice cracking.
Denna turned her head in a slow, demented fashion, eyes hard, "You can stop this, Cara..." slowly she began to draw the Agiel up Kahlan's side - splitting the skin open.
Her heart thrummed even faster in panic as Kahlan screamed again in absolute agony, blood gushing from the new wound, "stop! Don't hurt her. Denna. Please! She did nothing!" Cara struggled against the chains which held her in the air, muscles straining - she could feel a few ripping as she struggled and stretched her body.
A leather clad hand caressed her hip, slowly running up her skin and over her bruised abdomen, "you can stop this Cara... stop her pain..."
Sea-green met sky-blue as Cara looked into Dahlia's eyes, "what can I do?" Cara croaked, body trembling - tears running freely.
Dahlia slowly dragged her gloved hand over Cara's skin, caressing almost lovingly, "bow to the will of your new Mistress." The woman took pause and cast a glance at Kahlan, "or her other half... will be butchered in front of you."
Cara flinched when Kahlan began to scream again, the Agiel slowly splitting her skin open, "please! CARA!" Kahlan begged, sobbing and gasping for breath when Denna moved from her side.
The world around her began to fade as slowly as she had come to it - vision leaving her last, the image of a dagger being drawn across Kahlan's neck being her last.
Cara gasped for air, a deep chill settling throughout her body - eyes snapped towards the place Kahlan had been, "do you want that to happen, Cara?" Her eyes snapped to the left where the Mother Confessor was sitting on a stone version of the Confessor's chair.
"What?" Cara wheezed - confusion evident.
"Do you want that to happen? Do you want to watch my non Confessor self die? Do you want to watch as she writhes in agony, calling your name and you being unable to save her?" Cara's jaw clenched and she turned her head more, watching as Zedd lowered his hand from the side of her head, "don't mind him. I merely had him put you in an illusion."
"Why?" Cara panted, a cold sweat beginning to set in, "why would you... do that to her? She is you. She's innocent in all of this." She shifted against the chains, body protesting and shooting pain through every inch of her.
The Mother Confessor smiled coldly at her, "she is not as innocent as you would think... Cari." Cara froze and stared at the woman she once thought of as a friend, "I know everything, Cara... I confessed your sister... learned everything about you." Cara's brows furrowed, "now... answer me. Do you want that to happen?" Cara shook her head quietly and the Mother Confessor nodded, "that wasn't so hard..." Cara watched as the woman stood from her throne and moved closer to her, "you see, when I was split... so was my affection." She brushed her fingers slowly over Cara's back, "leave us Wizard..."
"What about my sister's daughter?" Cara asked, her mind slowly catching up with everything.
The Mother Confessor's face turned soft for a mere second and Cara felt relief wash through her, comforted by the look, "once she told me everything I needed to know... I told Grace to return to Stowecroft and live as though she had not been Confessed... your niece is well taken care of." She paused and placed a soft kiss on Cara's abused ribs.
Cara closed her eyes and slowed her breathing as the Mother Confessor began to kiss higher, "what did you mean... about... about her not being..."
The Mother Confessor slowly trailed her hand over Cara's hip, "we were split completely, Cara. She only loves Richard... or at least used to before I confessed her. She is devoted to me as of now." Cara waited in silence, heart breaking slowly, "and I want you. I do not rely on my emotions as she does, but I do know in my heart of hearts that you are mine. I would even go so far as to call it love." She traced small patterns through the blood with her index finger, "break for me... Cara. Be my mate. Devote yourself to me. Honor me..." The Mother Confessor paused once more and whispered, "you know I will do the same... that I will honor you... cherish you above all others... I will even put forth an effort to be... compassionate."
Tears began to fall once more and Cara opened her eyes, "you wish to be my Mistress."
The Mother Confessor nodded slowly, "and your mate. I wish to be both." She trailed her fingers down Cara's thigh, watching the muscles twitch with fascination, "you know Denna will not be able to keep her word. It is impossible to make me whole again and it has been near a month since she escaped. My other half does not love you... the Mord'Sith have abandoned you, Richard is dead... your sister and the Wizard are confessed to me. I am the only one that cares for you and your well-being."
Cara's body trembled and the Mother Confessor glanced at the guard near the lever, nodding her head to him - he grunted and slowly began to lower Cara. The Mord'Sith groaned in pain as her body jarred from the movement. Soon her feet met the ground and the Mother Confessor reached up to release her from her restraints catching her and holding her up so she would not fall to ground - ruining her white dress as she did so. Cara continued to tremble in her arms and the Mother Confessor lowered both of them to the ground - pulling her onto her lap, cradling her.
"Break for me, Cara..." the words were soft and echoed around in her skull, "I care for you... I do not wish to hurt you anymore."
And she broke.
Her body was wracked with sobs as she clung to the Mother Confessor.
Hours seemed to pass by and she remained in the woman's arms.
"Mistress..."
The one word was met with a soft smile and kind eyes.
TBC?