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Painted some time ago, forgot to post.
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The throbbing beats from the drums and didgeridoos filtered through the heavy oak door, an ever-present backdrop to the Mistress of the Underground's private offices. She reclined, smug as a cat, across several brightly patterned cushions. A haze of sweet smoke drifted just above everyone's heads. All eyes were on the girl.
"I won't do it again. I won't run."
Ambrosia's smile was sympathetic. "Who did you talk to, my sweet?"
The girl tried to draw her arms in against her sides. The white-clad Dolls, both men with frowns on their attractive features, kept firm grips of her wrists, which also served to keep her from sinking to her knees as she wished. "I-I didn't..."
Ambrosia's single raised brow killed the lie before it could leave her lips. The smoke was making it difficult to think. She opened her mouth to try again. Her mind wandered. She hesitated. This blissful existence...
"Please...some fresh air..."
Ambrosia sat forward, a slow rolling of lithe muscles just visible beneath the pale yellow folds of satin. She handed the pipe off to one of the nubile young women who had been, until that moment, nestled against her side. The woman accepted it, dilated eyes following her Lady as she came to her feet.
"My dear," Ambrosia sighed, grasping the girl's chin. "You t'ink I don't know where you been?" She turned the girl's face from one side to the other, tilting her own head thoughtfully. "You t'ink da constable ya met wit' is still alive?" She smiled fondly, eye teeth glinting. The girl's eyes widened as her slowed mind finally caught up. "How many people do ya t'ink ya killed, hm? People who would still be alive if ya kept your promise." She tsked softly and released the girl's face with an expression of regret.
Her eyes turned to the two holding the girl. "Go set up da hex," she told them flatly.
Understanding was slow to set in. It was not until she'd been dragged halfway to the door that the girl began to struggle. "No! No, I swear! I'll be good! Gods, please no!"
text by Raane23
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The throbbing beats from the drums and didgeridoos filtered through the heavy oak door, an ever-present backdrop to the Mistress of the Underground's private offices. She reclined, smug as a cat, across several brightly patterned cushions. A haze of sweet smoke drifted just above everyone's heads. All eyes were on the girl.
"I won't do it again. I won't run."
Ambrosia's smile was sympathetic. "Who did you talk to, my sweet?"
The girl tried to draw her arms in against her sides. The white-clad Dolls, both men with frowns on their attractive features, kept firm grips of her wrists, which also served to keep her from sinking to her knees as she wished. "I-I didn't..."
Ambrosia's single raised brow killed the lie before it could leave her lips. The smoke was making it difficult to think. She opened her mouth to try again. Her mind wandered. She hesitated. This blissful existence...
"Please...some fresh air..."
Ambrosia sat forward, a slow rolling of lithe muscles just visible beneath the pale yellow folds of satin. She handed the pipe off to one of the nubile young women who had been, until that moment, nestled against her side. The woman accepted it, dilated eyes following her Lady as she came to her feet.
"My dear," Ambrosia sighed, grasping the girl's chin. "You t'ink I don't know where you been?" She turned the girl's face from one side to the other, tilting her own head thoughtfully. "You t'ink da constable ya met wit' is still alive?" She smiled fondly, eye teeth glinting. The girl's eyes widened as her slowed mind finally caught up. "How many people do ya t'ink ya killed, hm? People who would still be alive if ya kept your promise." She tsked softly and released the girl's face with an expression of regret.
Her eyes turned to the two holding the girl. "Go set up da hex," she told them flatly.
Understanding was slow to set in. It was not until she'd been dragged halfway to the door that the girl began to struggle. "No! No, I swear! I'll be good! Gods, please no!"
text by Raane23
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The throbbing beats from the drums and didgeridoos filtered through the heavy oak door, an ever-present backdrop to the Mistress of the Underground's private offices. She reclined, smug as a cat, across several brightly patterned cushions. A haze of sweet smoke drifted just above everyone's heads. All eyes were on the girl.
"I won't do it again. I won't run."
Ambrosia's smile was sympathetic. "Who did you talk to, my sweet?"
The girl tried to draw her arms in against her sides. The white-clad Dolls, both men with frowns on their attractive features, kept firm grips of her wrists, which also served to keep her from sinking to her knees as she wished. "I-I didn't..."
Ambrosia's single raised brow killed the lie before it could leave her lips. The smoke was making it difficult to think. She opened her mouth to try again. Her mind wandered. She hesitated. This blissful existence...
"Please...some fresh air..."
Ambrosia sat forward, a slow rolling of lithe muscles just visible beneath the pale yellow folds of satin. She handed the pipe off to one of the nubile young women who had been, until that moment, nestled against her side. The woman accepted it, dilated eyes following her Lady as she came to her feet.
"My dear," Ambrosia sighed, grasping the girl's chin. "You t'ink I don't know where you been?" She turned the girl's face from one side to the other, tilting her own head thoughtfully. "You t'ink da constable ya met wit' is still alive?" She smiled fondly, eye teeth glinting. The girl's eyes widened as her slowed mind finally caught up. "How many people do ya t'ink ya killed, hm? People who would still be alive if ya kept your promise." She tsked softly and released the girl's face with an expression of regret.
Her eyes turned to the two holding the girl. "Go set up da hex," she told them flatly.
Understanding was slow to set in. It was not until she'd been dragged halfway to the door that the girl began to struggle. "No! No, I swear! I'll be good! Gods, please no!"
"I won't do it again. I won't run."
Ambrosia's smile was sympathetic. "Who did you talk to, my sweet?"
The girl tried to draw her arms in against her sides. The white-clad Dolls, both men with frowns on their attractive features, kept firm grips of her wrists, which also served to keep her from sinking to her knees as she wished. "I-I didn't..."
Ambrosia's single raised brow killed the lie before it could leave her lips. The smoke was making it difficult to think. She opened her mouth to try again. Her mind wandered. She hesitated. This blissful existence...
"Please...some fresh air..."
Ambrosia sat forward, a slow rolling of lithe muscles just visible beneath the pale yellow folds of satin. She handed the pipe off to one of the nubile young women who had been, until that moment, nestled against her side. The woman accepted it, dilated eyes following her Lady as she came to her feet.
"My dear," Ambrosia sighed, grasping the girl's chin. "You t'ink I don't know where you been?" She turned the girl's face from one side to the other, tilting her own head thoughtfully. "You t'ink da constable ya met wit' is still alive?" She smiled fondly, eye teeth glinting. The girl's eyes widened as her slowed mind finally caught up. "How many people do ya t'ink ya killed, hm? People who would still be alive if ya kept your promise." She tsked softly and released the girl's face with an expression of regret.
Her eyes turned to the two holding the girl. "Go set up da hex," she told them flatly.
Understanding was slow to set in. It was not until she'd been dragged halfway to the door that the girl began to struggle. "No! No, I swear! I'll be good! Gods, please no!"