Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
Crows don't careCrows don't care4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She brought him water. She wasn't supposed to, just as she wasn't supposed to approach him at all, but as customary, the guards rarely opposed the Daughters of the Merciful One in their charitable deeds. They did object though, given the nature of the convicted, yet she was still admitted at the gallows, with her white tunic and the bucket of water.
She stood on a cranky stepstool to reach him, and waved away the birds perching on the wooden frame the man's outstretched arms were tied to.
"The bastard ain't dead yet," one of the guards said, "but crows just don't care bout it, I s'pose."
There was a sad irony in that, she thought.
Crows and men alike.
She helped him to drink, even though the task proved to be more difficult than expected: the man had almost no strength left to keep his head from hanging against his chest, and seemed barely able to swallow. She was patient though.
Day after day she kept coming, bringing water, and when the guards allowed her, even some bread.
DefianceDefiance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"
Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"
Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being