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Pomegranate cookie was sat on her bed, while waiting in her chambers.
Esterházy should come around to bring her to her master soon.
Pomegranate cookie had been going out into the forest a lot at night.
The problem with this was that Pomegranate cookie was sneaking out just to walk in the forest.
She wouldn't do much beside walk around and sometimes practice her magic.
She had been out for entire nights on occasions.
And now this "habit" landed Pomegranate cookie in trouble.
The top floor of the palace was for dark enchantress cookie's use only.
Only a few of the cakehounds were permitted to be there.
But only to ensure none of the cookies of darkness went there without permission.
Pomegranate cookie was somewhat worried about what was going to happen.
Her master had told her to get more rest a few times before, so she was certainly in a large amount of trouble.
But Pomegranate cookie was also... excited?
In a way, at least...
She was excited.
No matter what happened to her, it'd be her and her master alone.
Even if her master would hurt her, it'd still be her master's touch.
Pomegranate cookie wanted her master's attention and touch.
No matter what happened to her...
What was wrong with her?
Willing to have her own jam on her master's claws just to have her touch...
It was such a wrong thing to want...
Dark enchantress cookie had never even laid hands on the cookies of darkness...
And yet, Pomegranate cookie wanted her master to hurt her.
Just to have her touch...
It...
It's such a wrong thought.
To want to be hurt just for physical touch...
By somecookie that has not hurt her, to make it worse.
Why would she want that...
It's not even harm she wants.
If she wanted to be hurt she would do it herself.
She could easily sneak something sharp int her chambers and heal herself afterwards in order to cover it up, no?
She knew a small healing spell or 2.
It'd be easy enough as long as she did it discreetly.
Or she could fight somecookie else, she'd get injured then.
It'd be a lot less trouble if the injuries are found.
But she had less control over the pain and place of injury.
Besides Pomegranate cookie knew she was much too prideful to let herself lose to another cookie
And yet...
Neither are pains she wanted.
She wanted specifically for her master to cause her harm.
More than just physical harm.
She'd let her master do anything.
Yet Pomegranate cookie knew that if her master found out about what she would let her master do her...
There would be no possible way her master would trust her ever again.
That was...
That was just so wrong.
Such a disgus-
Huh?
What was that sound...
There was...
Knocking?
Why was there knocking?
Right!
Esterházy was supposed to bring Pomegranate cookie to her master!
Pomegranate cookie swiftly got up from her bed, grabbed her mirror and stumbled to the door.
Esterházy made a small bow when pomegranate cookie came out of her chambers.
"Greetings Pomegranate cookie. Please follow me."
Esterházy started walking with pomegranate cookie trailing behind.
The palace was huge, so it took a while to even get to the large staircases in order to come to the highest floor.
After approximately 15 minutes of walking and climbing stairs, Esterházy and Pomegranate cookie finally reached the top floor.
Pomegranate couldn't see a thing in front of her.
It was covered in pure darkness.
It made sense considering dark enchantress cookie and the cakehounds can see in the dark, so there would be no need for any amount of light.
"Do you wish for me to grab a light source, or for me to hold your arm?" Esterházy asked.
"Holding my arm is fine, thanks." Pomegranate cookie anwsered.
It'd be quicker for Esterházy to walk her there.
Esterházy let his claws lightly wrap around pomegranate cookie's arm and gently guided her around.
After a minute or 2, maybe 3 they stopped.
Pomegranate cookie still couldn't see a thing, but she could hear Esterházy open a door.
Pomegranate cookie could hear something inside.
She couldn't explain what it was, exactly.
The only thing she could describe it as was the sound of somebody throwing a glass at a mirror, breaking both in the process.
Esterházy guided her inside the room and brought her to a chair.
Pomegranate cookie sat down and let her hands lay on her lap while holding her mirror.
The room was completely pitch black except for a pair of red glowing eyes with slit white pupils.
"Ah! I see you've finally arrived Pomegranate cookie! Thank you for being her, Esterházy. You may leave us now."
That voice.
Dark enchantress cookie had been waiting for them here.
Esterházy bowed and then left the room.
Dark enchantress cookie noticed Pomegranate cookie's worried expression and overall nervous holding.
It would makes sense considering pomegranate cookie knew damn well she was in trouble.
"You know why you're here, yes?" Dark enchantress cookie asked slyly, it sounded mockingly but also caring in a way...
Strange...
"Me sneaking out of the castle at night..." Pomegranate cookie said with some amount of guilt in her voice.
She knew she shouldn't have sneaked out of the castle that much despite being warned, and yet she still did it.
These are the consequences.
"That, along with you lying to me about your whereabouts, you not taking proper care of yourself and you ignoring my orders and warnings for you to rest." Dark enchantress cookie said, clear annoyance in her voice
"I did... That much?... You let me get away with a lot, master."
"You're my second in command, it would makes sense you get to do more. Your loyalty is one of your most remarkable traits, which is something i enjoy about you. Naturally i let you do more things on your own as a reward for your loyalty and with how much you do for me."
"You fluster me, master."
"Before we begin I should make a light source for you. i almost forgot you wouldn't even be able to see me now, if it weren't for my eyes."
Right after finishing her sentence, dark enchantress cookie cast some kind of spell that lit all of torches that lined the walls with a flame that was the same crimson colour as jam.
Pomegranate cookie could finally see the room.
There was another chair to her left side.
A table that was put a meter or 1,5 maybe 2 away was on her right.
There were 2 dresses and a pair of gloves folded neatly on the table.
Between the chair Pomegranate cookie is sitting on and the table there was a door that leads to a different room.
in front of Pomegranate cookie was a strange fenced off area, which is where dark enchantress cookie stood.
It was a large square pit, with the fences being made of dark magic.
In it there was pieces of all kinds of broken glass...
Broken cups, broken mirrors, broken windows.
All kinds of glass.
There was dried and fresh jam on them.
Dark enchantress cookie was wearing a different dress then usual.
It was a dark crimson dress that came a bit above her ankles, revealing her claw-like feat and the neatly placed scars above from before that fateful night.
There were strange splotches that looked like dried jam on the bottom...
On the rest of the dress there were crimson patterns that imitated scars.
The dress did not cover her arms, but dark enchantress cookie was wearing simple black gloves.
They were just as long as her usual ones, the only difference was that both were black instead of just one.
"Say master. What exactly am i supposed to do?" Pomegranate cookie said nervously.
The jam and glass were not exactly making for a pleasant idea.
However it was supposed to be a punishment.
The pain comes with the idea, no?
Dark enchantress cookie walked to the edge of the fenced off area before opening one of the fences up like a gate.
As she stepped out Pomegranate cookie could see the jam bleeding out of the horned woman's clawed feet.
"Master! You're bleeding! Are you okay??" Pomegranate cookie asked in a panic.
"Worry not for the jam, Pomegranate cookie. I dance here more often than you might think." Dark enchantress cookie said, trying to calm the other cookie down.
... Wait a damn second.
'dance'?
So that's what Pomegranate cookie was supposed to do, dance on shattered pieces of glass.
But Why was her master doing that?
Why would she do that to herself?
Was it as a way to hurt herself?
"Pomegranate cookie, you look worried. Is it over the jam or what I'll have you do?"
Pomegranate cookie didn't even notice how worried she looked until her master pointed it out.
"Well, it's mix of both... You're bleeding, and the glass and jam aren't exactly giving any... pleasant ideas either... And i'm not good at dancing either. I mean i know ritualistic dances but... Not really like any actual dances, you know?" Pomegranate cookie said, clearly nervous.
"Worry not for your dancing skills. I'll help you with that. But firstly you'll have to change that outfit of yours. It looks stunning but it'll get cut up by the glass."
Dark enchantress cookie walked over to the table, grabbed one of the dresses, opened the door and gave the dress to pomegranate cookie.
"You can change in the bathroom, i'll wait for you here."
"Very well." Pomegranate cookie said before getting up from the chair, giving a small bow to her master and walking into the bathroom.
The room was a similar size to the other room.
In the right corner there was a toilet, with a sink and towel next to it.
There was a mirror on above the sink, with a small crack at the side.
In the front corner there was a bath.
There was a trail of dried jam that went from the door to the bath.
In the corner there's a few closets.
The first thing Pomegranate cookie did after walking in was lock the door.
Pomegranate cookie couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the everything.
She was fine for now, there wasn't much jam.
It wasn't like bad uncomfortable, more like worried discomfort.
Pomegranate cookie put her mirror glass down on one of the shelves of the closet next to the bath.
She laid the dress on the side of the bath and then began remove her own robes.
It was best to get everything done already.
Pomegranate cookie was on her own, yet couldn't help but feel more and more exposed with every layer of her own robes she removed.
Pomegranate cookie ensured to keep her back towards the mirror.
She didn't wish to look at her own body, her own bare dough.
She didn't even know why, there weren't any scars nor cracks, her body was fine.
She just...
Didn't want to look at it.
It was probably just the nerves.
The dress was black with fire accents.
It fit perfectly over Pomegranate cookie's body.
It came to a few centimeters above her ankles.
The sleeves were a gradient from black to a dark crimson to a light crimson.
It looked beautiful on Pomegranate cookie.
The dress was, admitably, a bit tight.
It easily revealed Pomegranate cookie's figure, which her usual robes hide nicely.
Pomegranate cookie's frame was... thinner than you'd expect.
It wasn't concerningly thin but if you had good vision it wouldn't take much effort to find her ribs either.
Pomegranate cookie hated that.
It made her seem weak.
She liked that her usual robes could hide her frame well, but this felt revealing.
Whatever, her master was the only one would see it anyway.
Pomegranate would let her master do whatever she wanted with her.
Letting her master see her frame was something small to what she wanted her master to do to her.
Pomegranate cookie grabbed her mirror and robes and walked out of the bathroom.
"Ah! You've returned!" Her master said happily "My, my, Pomegranate cookie! You look stunning!"
Dark enchantress cookie stood back in the middle of the "dance floor".
"Thanks... Where should i put my stuff?" Pomegranate cookie said, her nervousness being blatantly obvious.
"Just put it on the table next to my clothes. Then come over to me."
"Very well." Pomegranate cookie said while making a bow.
She laid her clothes on the table and her mirror facing up.
After walking over to the fences she put her hand on one and tried to pull it towards her.
It took a bit of strength but the fence did open up.
Pomegranate cookie hesitated before stepping in.
Standing on broken glass would hurt immensely, no?
But that is what the "punishment" part is for.
She took a breath before stepping.
...
That crunch sound.
That horrible crunching sound.
The glass moving underneath her dough.
Pomegranate cookie's feet started to feel the sharp pieces of glass start to create cracks in her dough.
It hurt.
Yet when Pomegranate cookie finally stood in front of her master, she could feel the taller cookie gentle grab her arm and her back.
Dark enchantress cookie started to gently guide the other around in a dance.
Pomegranate cookie let her body be guided.
The pain in her feet got worse with the more she moved around.
Yet the pain was alright, her master's touch was worth anything.
"So for what purpose was your sneaking out?"
"... I don't believe i follow?"
"You've been sneaking out. That's one of the reasons you're in trouble. What is the reason behind you sneaking out of the castle at night."
"Just going on walks i suppose. I like to clear my mind in the forest, and practice my magic."
Pomegranate cookie didn't get a response from her master, or maybe she did and Pomegranate cookie couldn't hear it.
The glass starting to make Pomegranate cookie's feet burn.
The pieces dug deeper and deeper with every step.
But the pain was... Acceptable
Her master's touch was worth any prize.
Even if it hurt as much as this.
The dance wasn't too difficult for Pomegranate cookie.
She simply let her body be guided and spun around.
Dark enchantress cookie let Pomegranate cookie do a half spin before pulling her close.
She gently wrapped her claw around the smaller cookie's waist.
Pomegranate cookie immediately stopped.
Her body didn't do anything, even if she wanted to.
The way her master was touching her.
It wasn't bad, Pomegranate cookie wasn't uncomfortable either.
She just... Hated how fragile she looked.
Her small stature already made her seem weak, how thin she was made it even worse.
Yet it was such a delicate touch.
Their bodies pressing into each other.
It was nice, yet wrong.
It was revealing, yet Pomegranate cookie wanted to let her master see more of her.
"Am i making you uncomfortable?"
Dark enchantress cookie's voice interrupted Pomegranate cookie's train of thought.
Her voice was a mix of caring and concerned.
"No, well a bit but also not? I... I don't... I'm not uncomfortable with your touch, master. You may do anything with me."
Pomegranate cookie was pathetic compared to her usual pride.
Her master were alone, anyway.
She could act pathetic.
"'Anything' Pomegranate cookie, what is it you mean with that?"
"You could do anything you please to me, and i wouldn't stop you."
After finishing her sentence Pomegranate cookie felt that her body being turned around and squished into that of her master's.
The taller cookie put her clawed hand at the back of the crimson priestess' head and pulled it back so they looked each other in their eyes.
"... I know you are implying something, yet what exactly?" Dark enchantress cookie's voice was clearly emanating her suspicion. "I suppose that'll be something for me to find out." She continued, in a more cruel tone.
"I... don't believe i follow?"
"That is something for later, my darling. Yet, still, are you certain you weren't uncomfortable? You immediately stopped moving."
"Again, I am perfectly fine. It's... It's nothing for you to worry about, master." Pomegranate cookie knew that her master would notice that she was lying.
"Pomegranate cookie, we are completely alone. There is nothing for you to worry about."
"...It's fine, it's just... You can feel my ribs like that, can't you?"
"I could, yes. Is that the issue?"
"N-no? Yes? I didn't dislike it, my body just- I don't like how it feels, I look horrible."
"I'd like for you to inquire me as to what you mean with that, exactly."
"You can feel my ribs, it makes me seem weak."
"For what reason do you call it 'weak'?"
"It makes me seem malnourished. It's why i prefer to have my body covered up..."
"You do realize we have the same frame, Pomegranate cookie?"
Before Pomegranate cookie could even answer, Dark enchantress cookie continued dancing.
It was noticeably quicker than right before.
Pomegranate cookie could feel her body being spun and thrown around, yet being held more tightly.
She enjoyed it.
It felt nice.
Being held so comfortably.
Yet that pain.
that burning pain.
Her feet were aching and burning with the jam pouring out between all of the cracks created by the glass.
Yet her master was bleeding just as much.
She looked so calm.
She seemed to be... enjoying it?
Pomegranate cookie knew she, herself, shouldn't be enjoying it.
It was supposed to be a punishment, and it hurt as well.
But her master...
Why would she enjoy such pain?
Why would she want to do that to herself.
She was much too perfect.
Pomegranate cookie knew she should focus on the dance, she was getting too lost in thought.
It wasn't too difficult.
A few steps here, a spin there.
The closer her master held her, the less she felt the pain.
It wasn't too difficult to manage.
As long as he kept her feet steady.
Dark enchantress cookie was barely paying attention to her own dance.
She's done it enough times that she can do it blindly.
her main focus was Pomegranate cookie.
She wouldn't admit it but she was enjoying being able to touch Pomegranate cookie so closely.
They were so noticeably similar.
Both hide their body, they were both powerful dark mages, they both rarely sleep enough yet will not admit that, they both were very big on manners and poise.
Neither of them truly seem to want to take care of themselves...
Dark enchantress cookie has enough experience with not caring for herself and self-destructive behaviour/tendencies.
The scars and burns that are placed too neatly are a clear indication.
Yet pomegranate doesn't care enough for herself either...
Does Pomegranate cookie even know how beautiful she is?
She looks amazing and yet still doesn't take proper care of herself.
She always just hides the parts of her body that she dislikes or the parts that show the lack of self-care.
Dark enchantress cookie doesn't even know why her second-in-command doesn't obey her commands when it comes to self-care?
Any other command, no matter how dangerous, no matter how vile, she does without question!
Yet taking care of herself? THAT's where she becomes disobedient?
That's concerning, no?
Or is it just Dark enchantress cookie being overly worried?
She's done so much to herself in the past, maybe she's just reflecting her worry for going to those old ways onto Pomegranate cookie.
Who knows.
Why did she even care so much?
Pomegranate cookie took reasonable care of herself anyway.
It wasn't good self-care, but it was self-care.
Dark enchantress cookie knew she was caught in worries, there was nothing she had to worry about except for the other cookie's sleep schedule right now.
Whatever, she'll be fine.
They'll both be alright.
Pomegranate cookie felt that her body will most likely falter soon.
The glass digging into the cracks of her dough stung.
Darkness almighty, it hurt.
Her dough was cracked, she might slip on her own jam if she wasn't careful.
As long as she just kept her feet steady.
Pomegranate cookie began noticing that their dance was coming to an end.
Dark enchantress cookie ended the dance with spinning Pomegranate cookie around and then holding the other's body close to hers.
"I must say, you're rather good at this." Dark enchantress cookie complimented.
"Thank you, master. Yet i think i would've fallen if you didn't help me."
"Well, practice makes perfect. And i doubt you really do this often. Now we should probably get you healed before you lose too much jam."
Before pomegranate cookie could even respond, her master had already picked her up.
She decided that it'd probably be a better idea to see where her master was carrying her.
Her feet hurt a lot so it'd be safer to be carried too.
"You're quite light, my dear. I could carry you on one arm with little to no difficulties."
"I doubt I'm all that light, it's probably just your strength, master."
Dark enchantress cookie walked into the bathroom and laid pomegranate cookie down in the bathtub.
Dark enchantress cookie herself decided to first grab a grey towel from one of the closets and put it on pomegranate cookie's feet.
"Now just to warn you, this'll sting a bit, so be prepared." dark enchantress cookie said in calm and somewhat comforting way.
Dark enchantress cookie did some kind of spells that teleports the glass back to the glass back to the pit.
It hurt for Pomegranate cookie, not much but it did hurt.
Dark enchantress cookie, however, didn't seem to mind, or even notice for that matter.
Pomegranate cookie sat up and held the towel closer to her feet.
The jam was making a noticeable stain on the grey towel.
"Should i heal the both of us, or just me, or just you, or neither?" Pomegranate cookie asked.
"You can heal the both of us if you want. yet i won't make you."
Pomegranate cookie healed her master first, then herself and then tried to get out of the bathtub.
"Thanks, but stay right here. I'll get your clothes."
Right!
Pomegranate cookie almost forgot she was wearing the dress.
Dark enchantress cast some kind of spell to change herself into her own dress and gloves.
She walked over to the door, opening it walking around the corner.
She grabbed Pomegranate cookie's robes, walked back ti the bathroom and put them on the side of the bath.
"I'll give you some privacy. I'll be outside the door if anything happens." dark enchantress cookie says while walking back out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Pomegranate cookie didn't bother with closing the door and quickly took the dress off.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a small moment.
She didn't like her body's appearance.
yet her master seemed to like it.
Whatever, she should put her normal robes back on.
She came out of the bathroom after five minutes, having folded the dress back up.
Her master was sitting on one of the chairs, holding her staff.
Pomegranate cookie put the dress on the table.
Yet when she grabbed her mirror she felt a clawed hand on her shoulder.
Pomegranate cookie almost jumped up from suprise due to the sudden touch.
When she turned around her master was standing right in front of her.
"Ready to go back?" dark enchantress cookie asked.
Pomegranate cookie just nodded in response.
Dark enchantress cookie grabbed Pomegranate cookie's arm and guided her through the darkness of the top floor back to her chambers.