let your eyes C L O S E

How long has it been since I have had a toy as entertaining as you? How long has it been since I have been so delightfully interested in someone? Certainly very long, pet. Long enough for me to dare to be a little more… adventurous. Don’t look at me like that, darling - I’m sure you’d agree - you are a peasant, after all. A peasant shall always bow to a queen.

Of course, I would have expected you to know by now. You’ve been a very naughty pet, haven’t you? You thought you could be above me. No one is above the Queen, my love - you do realize that, I hope? Oh, you’re flinching away, how cute. You know I do all I can to ensure my subjects are perfectly loyal, don’t you? Of course you do.

You look so pretty, you know. Kneeling like that. Your eyes are very expressive, did you know? Almost makes me want to stab them, twist a pretty shiny knife into your sockets and stain them a pretty, pretty red. it’ll look so much better on you than that iris. Nonetheless, you are acceptable. I suppose.

Hm? You want me to take off your binds? Now why would I do that? Dried blood is always a good look on you, only surpasses you with your eyes lifeless, ne?

Ah-ah, don’t scream. You wouldn’t want to scream, my love. Too risky - for you, that is. A queen is always discreet.

Remember when you were so confident in yourself, thinking you could beat me? How long ago… ah, a day or two. I remember now~ How pathetic you look now. You’re less than dirt, darling. You’re absolutely nothing~ It would have been pitiful had it not been for the fact that you don’t even amount to that. Don’t go quiet like that, darling. I much prefer your crying. Have I told you your eyes look beautiful when you cry? It’s almost enough to make me want to keep them. As tokens.

But, how silly of me. You are a worthless nobody, aren’t you? I have better specimens ready.

Oh? Time is running out, darling. You wouldn’t want to shake your head, would you? It might make that wonderful knife at your throat embed. I do like that knife~ It’d be a shame to stain it with your disgusting blood. But I have to, don’t I?

I suppose I do owe you some mercy. For being such a wonderful little specimen. Thank you for ’volunteering’ to be my test subject, love. You don’t know how much you helped.

Oh, don’t whine. You know what’s coming, don’t you? …Don’t you?

Good.

So close your eyes, love. That’s right, close them. I’ll try to be gentle.