The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"Not really," is the honest reply. "I want to punish you. If I thought burning you would work, I'd have simply do so. No, for whatever reason, you're broken in that way. You won't care, not enough for it to work. No, you care about him." Her lip curls. "So... I'll hurt you there, where you're most vulnerable. For the next two days, I'm going to hurt him. Over and over again, all the pain you deserve for what you've done is going to be visited upon your cow. I'll have to move on to others from there, alas. Shisou first, I think."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"He's your husband," she snarls. "Don't you care? That you're betraying him more surely than I ever betrayed you?"

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia shrugs a shoulder. "He's male."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is there a single person on this earth you care about other than your own damn self? Selfish coward."

[Varisia Primfana]

"You," Varisia whispers. "Once. Still... a little. If I hadn't, it wouldn't have hurt so much that you..." She stiffens, shaking her head. "But no. I cannot trust you again. Not after this. I tried sharing power, sharing authority, with you. But given a mile, you took a city. So." She shakes her head again, eyes hard and gleaming slightly. "We shall have to do things another way."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You have never shared your power. Not once. Always you have been the master and I your obedient slave. But I draw the line at enslaving others. I will not be party to it. You knew this, and you chose to sell my womb for a slave anyway! Why? What made him so important that you would trade my own flesh and blood for him? Three years of my life, a child of mine?!"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Not a child, a male infant only," Varisia corrects her, eyes not flinching away. "I was very clear with Danarious on that matter. And why not? Would it not be a life for a life? One proven to be of worth, of value and skill, for a blank slate?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bear your own sons to sell," Cedric replies, utterly disgusted. "I will bear no more for you, not male nor female."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia studies her silently for a long moment. "I've born all that I ever shall," she murmurs. "Including your prattle and bluster." Stepping back, she pulls on a bellcord. Within seconds, the door to-- where even are they, this doesn't look like any room in the house-- the room opens and a hulking orc marches in, pushing someone ahead of them, hands bound and head bagged. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What is this new game?" he asks, still affecting a disgusted tone to hide the fear. "Kill me and be done with it."

[Varisia Primfana]

Expression almost amused but not quite alive enough to qualify for that, Varisia waits until the figure is pushed in front of her before offering an answer. "No game; the next stage of your punishment." With that, she yanks the bag off of--

Shisou. Eyes glazed but awake and seemingly unharmed, aside from being bound and naked in the control of a murderous noblewoman.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You won't break me." Coquette's voice is low, dangerous. "Do as you will, the sin is on your own head, not mine."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I don't believe in sin. It's all about feeling pain or having the power to prevent it." Varisia kneels down next to Shisou, gripping his chin to peer at him. "So plain and boring; I have never understood why you wanted him. I understand why his father sold him, but..." She shakes her head as she reaches for a vial to pour down his throat. "Wakey wakey, little boy. Time for you to see where 'love' has taken you."

[Shisou]

Shisou groans, blinking a few times. He gazes up at Varisia, then, as she releases his chin, across at the bound figure nearby. "...C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-o-q-q-q-quette?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Useless Bitch," Varisia corrects Shisou, rising to her feet. When he looks up at her, confused, her face twists in a sneer. Not that he has long to see it, not before bright pain overwhelms his senses. "You have no right to look at me, male."