madame_denna | Personal worth

Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~pfff
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
Written for:

legendland (cross-posted there)
Prompts: 'pre-show!Denna/anyone, say please'

“I could never understand what Lord Rahl sees in you.” Denna blinked, “can you Cara?”

It was a retorical question, one she couldn’t possibly answer to Denna’s satisfaction; not that a desperate want to please her sister was currently on her mind. Far from it.

Denna was silent for some time, studying her face with a matching stoic expression.

“Wouldn’t you like to explain your personal worth to me?” Denna walked past, disappearing somewhere in the space behind her. The shackles on her wrists took her ability to move, but hanging over the blood pit didn’t take away her fight as it had in earlier years. But alone the thought of her back exposed to Denna’s paranoid display of power, managed to send her thoughts into chaos. Denna couldn’t just turn everyone who refused to answer to her every wish into a cripple. She couldn’t do that, could she?

However hard she clenched her teeth, the scream that ripped from her throat as the agiel faintly grazed her spine was deafening, bouncing off the thick dungeon walls making it sound even louder than it actually was. She couldn’t see the other Mord'Sith, but Cara heard the smile in Denna’s deep, almost husky voice, “I thought, you would appreciate that.”

A minute passed until the white-hot pain in her limbs eventually began to subside and Denna walked slowly back in her line of vision, “talk to me Cara. I know you believe staying silent will get you out of here sooner or later - or maybe even that somebody will come to your rescue, but I can promise, it won’t help you and nobody will come. But by showing each other proper manners, we show each other the proper courtesy and respect. Deep down you know what you have to do Cara, don't you?"

Denna’s steel blue eyes fixed on her, “say: please Mistress Denna I apologize for my insolence and everything shall be forgiven.” The smile on her deep red lips stretched into a grin, as she stepped closer, cupping Cara’s cheek with a gloved hand, “say, please Mistress Denna punish me as much you see fit to make a good pet of me again.” Denna caressed her skin in a maddening lovely gesture, “say: Mistress Denna I am only yours to command.”

It was not louder than a whisper, throaty and scratchy, but still firm enough, "no."

Denna’s tongue grazed the bloody split on her lip, making her wince, “then expect to suffer.”