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“I hate you,” Nyamu snarled. “I really do.”
Mortis smiled at her. “I know you do.”
Of course, the situation at hand wasn’t exactly one that conveyed such emotions. It was an intimate setting, both girls completely naked. Every inch of Mortis’s pale body was revealed to Nyamu. She truly was like an ivory doll.
It was a shame that Nyamu had limitations. She couldn’t do anything that would leave a mark. Nothing that might make obvious to other people what was going on here— or worse, lead to unsavory rumors about how such things appeared.
But Nyamu wanted to see what a dark bruise would look like on that fine porcelain skin. A bruise, or perhaps some red cuts.
A shame, but she had other methods to demonstrate her hate instead.
Anything that wouldn’t leave a permanent mark would be fine. Anything not in a place people would see.
Red rope marks crisscrossing that pale porcelain skin were fine. Those would heal by morning. So, Nyamu ensured that many of those marks would be left. Dozens of feet of rope covered Mortis’s body. It hurt, and it would leave a mark, but it also made it nearly impossible for her to move.
Every now and then, she would try to wiggle around, a show of rebellion against her captor, but the gesture was halfhearted. She knew she wouldn’t be getting out.
Did Nyamu want her like a doll, or was that merely a happy coincidence? She didn’t care one way or the other. She just enjoyed the other girl’s attempts to get under her skin.
It didn’t work, of course. She was as bright and jovial as ever.
“Is this all? You sound so mad, but this really isn’t anything?”
Nyamu growled, but Mortis felt that it was more like the sound a housecat made when it was hungry. And she made sure to let Nyamu know what she thought.
Nyamu didn’t appreciate the commentary. “I should have gagged you. That way, I wouldn’t have to listen to your yapping.”
“Maybe you can remember next time. But until then, I’m going to let you know what I think of this.”
Nyamu let Mortis know what she thought of that.
It was a shame that choking was off the table. Throat bruises would be too obvious. But Nyamu certainly wanted to hold onto Mortis until she passed out. To hold so tightly that she couldn’t breath. To see Mortis’s sleeping face. It would be peaceful, right? Much more peaceful than how she was when she was awake.
Or maybe when she was asleep, she would just look like Mutsumi. The times they had shared a bed, Nyamu hadn’t spent too much time looking at Mortis before falling asleep herself, if she didn’t fall asleep first to begin with.
She didn’t want to think about that. She wanted to take her hate out on the other girl. The girl who was, currently, grinning at her as though she wasn’t tied up.
Nyamu didn’t want to just keep watching her. So, she reached out with one hand and grabbed the bound girl’s hip, the one closest to her. While Nyamu oculdn’t keep her nails too long, as a drummer, they were still long enough to cause some harm. It was enough that Mortis winced in pain. Nyamu took that as her sign to continue. She pressed her nails into Mortis’s skin even harder. Hard enough to break skin. By the time she pulled her hands away, tiny red beads were appearing.
As long as Mortis didn’t go showing her hips to everyone, it would be fine.
“You know, that actually hurt. You might not realize it, but doing something like that hurts the other person. You ever considered that?”
Nyamu rolled her eyes.
What a shame it was that she had limits. What she wouldn’t give to go wild on Mortis. She didn’t want to kill her, of course. But she could take a knife to her arm, or kick her in the ribs, or any number of violent things that would be so cathartic for her. Venting her frustrations in the form of violence.
Unfortunately, she had limits and she knew it. She wouldn’t really be able to go through with all those things she fantasized about. As nice as it would be to see that porcelain skin tarnished, she didn’t have it in her to cause real harm.
“I love you,” Nyamu sighed. “I really do.”
Mortis smiled at her. “I know you do.”
Mortis wiggled a little more in the ropes. “But if your love is strong enough to untie me, I would quite appreciate that.”
Nyamu scoweld at her. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, brat. I’m not done with you yet.”
Even if kicking or cutting would be going too far for her, there were still other things she could do. Nyamu brandished her nails at Mortis, trying to figure out where she wanted to grab next.