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[Cinnamara]

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Cinnamara opened her eyes slightly, looking at the dimly lit room around her. A slender man stood before her, his features were so smooth it seemed so unnatural to her. He had short black hair and to her, eerie green eyes. She tried to gather were she was, but she couldn't move. Her body was chained back against a cold stone wall, secured. She could merely lift her head up and look about her surroundings.

He stepped forward and spoke to her, a crown in his hand. She listened, her head limping forward, her body feeling so heavy against the weight of the shackles. He was speaking to her. His voice.. it sounded so kind, so caring.. What was he saying? He was offering the crown to her, yes. That was what he was doing. He was offering to her. Offering to make her the Queen of Malas, and that Sanctus would live free from Oblivion, happily ever after.

“No... My husband warned me of your tricks, you...you abomination!” she shrieked, tugging fiercely against the chains that bound her. No, this man was evil, he wanted nothing but to manipulate her, use her, to get to her home and Kingdom.
He tossed the crown away, and his words fell against her ear, explaining to her that he did not want to have to do what he was about to. That it was her behavior and refusal to comply with him that was to make him do what he did next, and that he did not wish to have to do it. Cinnamara watched him as he exited the room, and soon, he returned to the room, tailing behind him, three children, whom he had chained to the wall across from her. She looked at them a moment, at first they looked like normal children, but on better observation, she realized who they were. They were her children!

“CAIA! DRAGAN! BALIN!” She cried out, and the children, they seemed to try to reach for her, as of pleading. She watched them a moment as the man took another step closer to the children, looking to her. He asked her a question, and she merely shouted at him in reply.

“Let them go! They have nothing to do with this!” she yelled.

He asked the question again, a bit more firmly, and she fell silent, determined not to put her home in jeopardy. He explained slowly, that what he was about to do, was not what he wanted to do. That what he simply wished was to obtain the information from her that he needed, and he would let her and the children go.
“I won't tell you anything.”

She watched then, as he slowly took one of the children's fingers, cutting it off. Blood splattered in several directions as he took the finger, throwing it at her feet. She bit into her bottom lip closing her eyes. Again, he asked the question.
“And my...and my statement still remains..” she said, her body trembling.

Slowly, he took another finger from the child, and tossed it to her feet. She stood strong, doing her best to force herself not to answer his questions, as one by one he took one of the children's fingers, then toes. Tears streamed down her face, the pain insatiable within her heart, her entire body trembling fiercely. Finally, before her, he removed one of the child's head. It hit the floor, rolling about a bit, smearing blood across the floor.

Her heart broke then. Her entire body fell completely limp, held up by the shackles that were anchored to her wrists and feet. “STOP! I'll tell you what you wish to know...please...please just stop!”
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