A Fah'Rey Tale (Book 1 Of The Nine Realms)

The Beautiful Butcher

Prisoner Guo watched his tormentor with a malice of epic proportions. He regarded her with stone cold, dead eyes, I vow this bitch will die screaming, but he remained silent. He would not give her the satisfaction, every piece of weak flesh she carved off of him only made him stronger. 

Like a sculptor using her chisel to create a masterpiece. Even in her cruelty there was a beauty to her. Gone are the ceremonial vestments of flowing honey. she stood before him now with appearance of a beautiful butcher. Blood splattered on her clothes and face. In her eyes was a glimmer of savage glee, which quickly changed to a mock pouty face. 

In different circumstances one might have considered it adorable. When she spoke, her words were dragged out with a noticeable vibrato. 

"Oh mister Guo, you are not making this fun at all, can't you give a girl a little whimper. "Another slice of weak flesh was removed off of his shoulder. "You know I much prefer it down here, I truly dislike all the pomp and pageantry of court life. Here I can be myself, enjoy my simple pleasures"

A few metres away hung an unconscious Maurice, or what was left of him anyway. He gave her much satisfaction with his screams, and his pleas. She methodically dismembered him piece by piece. She skipped back over to the eviscerated simian and tossed a jug full of coldwater into his face. He awoke sputtering, she slapped him hard on the face. 

"Maurice! What am I to do with you!? Do you see how your fondness for these humans has clouded your judgement? I placed my trust in you, now because of your incompetence my husband is missing.

Finally Guo decided to break the silence, with a grin on his face, he spat out," not missing, I killed him".