Cylus 20th 717, 2nd Break
It felt long overdue, but it was finally time for Yndira to remove herself from her current partner, Edmund Tully. He was not a bad man, but he was not great either. He had no aspirations, of that she was sure. Nothing about him could be considered original in any way, lie his parents had instilled in him some sort of conformity that could not be shaken. And the Naer had no time to waste on such things. Even as Edmund placed sweaty palms at her thighs, she wanted to move forward with her plans. She had thought of this for some time. It had, after all, been the main goal. Wealthy meat was tender, sweet. They were complacent and thus found no need to better themselves. Which meant minimal movement. They were like veal, chained up by their money and posterity. And, she had to say, they tasted divine.
It would be simple to get rid of Edmund, but the aftereffects would be something else. He was not of great repute, though he had many friends. They would miss him for no more than a season—maybe less—and move on to talk of more exciting things. It would be for the better. They would forget about her, as well, unless they saw her once more. Which would not be likely. One didn’t return to the scene of the crime soon so after the deed. She sighed, eyes closed as Edmund mewled into the skin of her neck. She would be disgusted if she hadn’t gotten used to it. He was a child that grasped at affection however he could get it. All Yndira had to do to get his attention was smile at him and he was putty in her hands. Soon enough, he’d be well-done steak.
Yndira did not feel pity for the man. This was nothing new, and everyone died at some point, right? He would just meet his end sooner and serve a purpose after his death where he didn’t in life. He murmured something that she paid no attention to. That was generally what was expected, since she could hardly ever understand him. His words were often caught between a cough or food, sometimes both if she was unfortunate. Again, he moved the position of his hands, this time to her waist.
There were multiple ways she could end him. With his obliviousness, she could slit his throat when he least expected it. She had considered this as a first option, watching the life fade from his eyes while his blood stained the floor. Satisfying, though perhaps not as much. She could have gagged him and eaten him alive. That, however, presented the risk of noise. She might easily have played it off as some bizarre fantasy of his, but it would call forth witnesses that were unneeded. Her decision was made for her as Edmund shifted against her again.
Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought.
It would be simple to get rid of Edmund, but the aftereffects would be something else. He was not of great repute, though he had many friends. They would miss him for no more than a season—maybe less—and move on to talk of more exciting things. It would be for the better. They would forget about her, as well, unless they saw her once more. Which would not be likely. One didn’t return to the scene of the crime soon so after the deed. She sighed, eyes closed as Edmund mewled into the skin of her neck. She would be disgusted if she hadn’t gotten used to it. He was a child that grasped at affection however he could get it. All Yndira had to do to get his attention was smile at him and he was putty in her hands. Soon enough, he’d be well-done steak.
Yndira did not feel pity for the man. This was nothing new, and everyone died at some point, right? He would just meet his end sooner and serve a purpose after his death where he didn’t in life. He murmured something that she paid no attention to. That was generally what was expected, since she could hardly ever understand him. His words were often caught between a cough or food, sometimes both if she was unfortunate. Again, he moved the position of his hands, this time to her waist.
There were multiple ways she could end him. With his obliviousness, she could slit his throat when he least expected it. She had considered this as a first option, watching the life fade from his eyes while his blood stained the floor. Satisfying, though perhaps not as much. She could have gagged him and eaten him alive. That, however, presented the risk of noise. She might easily have played it off as some bizarre fantasy of his, but it would call forth witnesses that were unneeded. Her decision was made for her as Edmund shifted against her again.
Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought.