Violet's Fingers Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Violet's Fingers Ch. 03

... chase her.

Violet had to try to get Sýla's help before she ran from the room. "Kommst du später zu mir. Ich brauche einen Schlüssel."

"What did you say? What have you been teaching her?"

Sýla called back in French, "I will bring you some of mother's sweets. I shouldn't have hurt you, should I?"

"Out!"

Oksana turned to Violet, her voice trembling. "You know I cannot save you. Nobody can save you." She called the guard to untie her, castigating him for letting Sýla sneak past. She looked Violet up and down. At least she was going to be a sight when they passed the dormitory.

"Take her. Give her the dress. She can make herself up for her execution. Goodbye, adova dochka. " Violet still held her head up as the guard led her away to the cages, his hand on the back of her slender neck. She was hurt, but it was clear Oksana was the more damaged of the pair. Washing her trembling hands, she left the blood on the floor for the cleaner and returned to her desk. The attendant's family had to be informed, then she had an execution to arrange.

Violet didn't care much for Oksana. It was Dilli Novikova, the one she named as her saviour, by whom she was entranced, hiding in the shadows near the kitchen, hoping to catch her scent over the cooking smells. Even the simple rhythm of Suda's footfalls or the sound of her singing as she washed dishes made her go ...

... weak at the knees.

In her cage, Violet was clinging to the ludicrous dream of being rescued and fleeing together to freedom. It was true Suda was planning to escape. Violet had noticed the changes. She was using a little more than the usual dab of her French scented oils. Her sweat smelt of fear and she could not hide the tremor in her voice. Violet guessed what she was planning and desperately wanted to be included. Dizzy with the anticipation, she knew she had to capture Suda's attention when she came past from the kitchens. She had done the best she could with the dress in the tight space of the cage, but more importantly, she hadn't decided at all what to say, or how to say it.

Unsure of herself now, Violet listened for the uneven rhythm of Suda's sandals over the stone. She whispered her verse, twisting the English girl's rhyme that repeated her saviour's name, easing her racing heart.

"I hear your voice, Dilli, Dilli, your song divine,

You know me not, Dilli, Dilli, you'll soon be mine."

Too soon came the footsteps that set her heart racing, lithe and confident despite the lingering limp which filled her with pity. Holding her breath, she turned her head and expelled in a whisper, "...I hear your steps, Dilli, Dilli..." falling to silence with the diminutive, "Dillochka." Violet could not be deluded; her dreams were drenched with her Dilli.