Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 22:41:21 GMT -5
Delilah heard the words of obedience. She watched as Analia did as she was told and changed into something more presentable. Delilah couldn't help but allow her eyes to move over soft tempting flesh as she slipped out of her dirty clothes. Analia was simply beautiful, she was almost goddess like in the way her soft curves moved up here or there, the silky nature of her skin crying out for a loving touch... Delilah actually gasped silently and held her breath as she slipped off the rest of her garments. It was a lovely sight indeed though she said nothing. She watched with that same disapproving look staining her face like it was permanent.
She had intended on putting this one to bed. She would drug her if she had to, but she wanted things to go smoother. She wanted things to be as they should be. It always disheartened her when she had to go the violent course to get her point across. Delilah's sword was now resting on her back. The blade scrapped against it's sheath as she put it away. When her hands were free she clapped her hands. Never for a moment did she take her eyes off Analia. The doors flung open and a few more of her children walked into the room. She needn't say anything.
They knew what she wanted. They grabbed Thaddeus's feet and drug him out of the room. Before he was to be hung up he had to be checked for imperfections... You see Mother hung the bodies of her beheaded children so she could feed them to the heads in the crib. She kept them alive by slowly feeding them pieces of their own bodies over time. Delilah did not waste a bit.
Sure they were severed heads that had no bodies. They had not stomach to satisfy, but their jaws kept snapping hungrily all the same. In Mother's deluded mind they still needed to be fed, so she fed her babies. Delilah turned her head slightly and watched as Thaddeus was drug out. The children closed the double doors behind them and left Delilah with Analia and Frank and Jeramiah. Delilah said nothing. She simply began to brush lightly at the blood staining her clothes. She looked mildly annoyed as if she had a bit of lint on her shirt and nothing more. Delilah's eyes slowly drifted back to meet Analia's that piercing gaze seemed to see through her, past her... She could see into the deepest parts of your soul and the smile that followed was enough to buckle your knees.
She had dealt with children who were too fussy to take a nap before. It was best to take them on a little walk to tire them out. "Let her go my children." Delilah waited for them to let her go before speaking again. There wasn't much Analia could do. She couldn't escape this place. It was literally a prison. It was designed to keep people inside at all costs. "Frank, Jerimiah... You may leave us..." Mother said turning her gaze from Analia for just a moment. She walked quietly up to Analia. She circled her like a vulture looking at a dead body. Mother allowed her fingers to dance along Analia's shoulders. She waited for them to have some privacy before she moved along her like a sick temptress. She didn't just move around her she seemed to glide. She was everywhere, and nowhere at the same time. Light fingers danced over Analia's left shoulder. Her lips in her left ear. "You're mine..." She whispered.
Then she glided over to her right ear. Moving quicker than one would think. "I love you." She whispered again still circling like a shark. Delilah moved in front of her and allowed her slender fingertips to graze across her collarbone and dance lightly under her chin. Delilah directed Analia's gaze to meet her own... "I can give you the world...." Delilah said moving behind her again. This time she allowed her hands to roam over Analia's supple hips, warm breath back in her left ear... "You could have anything your heart desires." Delilah's lips were in Analia's right ear now as she smelled deeply the scent of her hair... "All you have to do is love your Mother unconditionally." There was another scrape of the blade coming from a sheath. It was her knife and it was now against Analia's throat. Mother wrapped her arm around her from behind and pressed the blade painfully against her skin. Her other hand, contradicted this and wrapped softly and sweetly around her waist pulling her body close. "Cross me child........And you will be punished."
Mother said as her hand slipped inside Analia's prison greys and slid across the flatness of her stomach. She was right that skin was soft. She allowed her fingers to linger but a moment before her hand retreated.. She was honestly tempted, but now was not the time. She had to learn to love her Mother... It was not something that happened over night and Delilah knew this. Delilah knew that things took time. Delilah spun her around and stared at her now. She dug the knife under Analia's shirt and lifted it slightly with the tip of the blade. She saw that flat stomach and soft skin that tempted her so... Her eyes looked down a moment. Her head was slightly tilted down though her eyes looked up peeking over the edges of her eyelids. "You must be hungry dear.... Let's get you something to eat." She said with a growing smile.