Violet's Fingers Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Violet's Fingers Ch. 03

The beast in the cage

Narrated by Klavdiya.

As I sit against the shutters of Pim's rooms, no heart beats in my porcelain chest. But in the scene where he now begins Sudarynya's story, Violet's heart is racing.

'Fialka's fingers grip her bars,

knuckles white, seeing stars.

Blooded and raw,

they release and withdraw,

To dance their way through stench thick air.

Lifting shredded lace to shoulder,

waiting till her pain grows colder.

When fingers trace,

with hidden grace,

The silken shadows of her hair.'

Dilli's words, and Violet would have laughed and congratulated Pim on how his translation had improved his mother's awkward original. Her fingers were graceless and her hair a bloody mess. In her filthy cage she was trying to loosen her tangles, remembering the braids her maids once made for her in the bay windows of the summerhouse. She tried her best to make herself attractive, but her fingers shook and her torn nails caught on the sticky strands until she finally abandoned her coiffure.

Knowing she had only one chance to capture the attention of her saviour, Violet needed to clear her mind. She flexed her shoulders, clenching her fingers around the bars and focussed on all she had, the pain of her bruised limbs and torn skin, soaking it in like fuel. She was strong and fast, but Violet knew she needed to learn to restrain herself. The day before would have been a good time to practice, but instead she had killed Vasya, Matron's new ...

... attendant.

She had discovered him to be not as he seemed, but an assassin, sent to kill her saviour. Violet had a habit of solving problems with her hands. She knew talking to him would only make him aware she knew. On the other side of the courtyard, even the guards were relaxed, smoking and enjoying the sun. When she heard the sound of him swallowing his drink on the seat beside her, she launched herself at him, driving her fingernails into his eyes. Her fingers clenched in his eye sockets, she tore into his throat and face with her teeth. I said she was strong and fast. Even the cook, well accustomed to cutting meat, was surprised by the amount of damage she was able to inflict in just a few moments.

When Violet pulled herself upright, straddling his body, I was reminded of the little statue of Freyja that used to sit next to me on the mantelpiece, the goddess of love and war, riding into battle on Hildisvíni.

Her face glowing in the ecstasy of her victory, Violet felt hands lifting her. For a moment she must have thought the others in the courtyard were taking her on their shoulders to parade her as their hero. Then I saw the surprise on her face as she was slammed against the wall, the guards making up for their lack of alertness. They hammered into her with their fists.

Luckily, the matron of Chistilishche saw from her window and called them off before her bones were broken. Oksana Koslova came downstairs and took control, glancing grimly at the attendant, ...