Ronan

Chapter Seventeen

For the first—and probably last—time ever, Rosa walked herself down to the 'interrogation' room, more than happy to take her seat upon the dreaded chair. She fixed the chains across her body, waiting for the warlock overlord to come lock her into place.

Said overlord did a doubletake upon spotting her, frowning as if he'd seen a ghost.

She gave him a friendly smile, ramping up his paranoia.

"I wondered where you'd gotten off to," He muttered.

"Did you send a squad out to go find me?"

The tense set of his shoulders said yes, yes he did.

He grumbled, making his way over to the controls.

Maybe he needed some coffee in his system. Ronan had never been a morning person. Or a midday person. Or really just a happy, functioning person in general.

"What's wrong Ronan? I thought you'd be happier to see me on this fine morning. At least I assume it's morning. You know, since Triumph is always dark?"

She wondered if that was to do with his soul, too. She'd never seen his land in the light—but Ronan had been abusing dark magic way before she ever came into the picture.

"Rosa," He acknowledged cordially.

She tutted. "That's a sorry excuse for good morning. You should do better, you know since you're trying to impress the woman you love. Sleep well?"

His glare wasn't subtle.

"Decent. You?"

"I slept like a baby. Sweet dreams. Comfy pillow. You get the picture." Still not so much as cracking a smile, he made his way over to her, numbly fixing her locks. "Are you sure you slept well? You're looking a little... tired to me."

"You're chipper."

"That's probably the orgasm." He cursed, snapping away from her. "And you're not chipper. I wonder why."

"Evil fucking woman."

"What was that?"

Ronan knew what she was doing. Rubbing it in. By not rubbing anything at all.

Thus far, nothing about her stay here in Triumph had made sense. So for her mental confusion—not to mention the whole abstracting memories from her brain—rubbing his lack of sexual release in was basically the least she could do. Compensation, really.

"I'd have thought you'd be more eager to get one off last night knowing what you'd have to sit through today," She mocked, pushing her body against the chains. Because she was mean, she'd intentionally opted for a tight shirt with no bra. The warlock shot a scathing look towards her hard, straining nipples. "This is the same memory you ran away from yesterday, isn't it? Honestly, what are you going to do when it gets around to us having sex? Maybe you could take breaks."

He turned from her, leaving her in her seat. The buzzing started as he messed with the controls. "You're headed for a spanking."

"Don't threaten me with a good time daddy-o."

He didn't have to grumble for her to know he wanted to.

"Menace."

The machine got to work. Rosa succumbed to the memories.

The pain wasn't as bad now. Now that she wasn't moving. She simply kept her gaze focused on the water her body had earlier smashed through, glancing routinely from its clear surface to the sky. Part of her expected to see another angel follow in her wake, or maybe the mangled remains of her severed wings.