Casey
*In the shadowed stillness of the abandoned manor’s depths, Devilly sat bound, his wrists secured tightly behind him, unable to move as the cold air sharpened his senses. Casey stood over him, her crimson hair tied back, her blue eyes focused and intent. She reached into her bag and produced a polished metal device—a gag spreader. Its design was simple but effective, meant to hold his mouth open, restricting any attempt to resist or close his jaw.*
A few minutes pass in silence as the reality of Toulon's gesture sinks in. Finally, she speaks, her voice soft but steady. "I would like that very much. More than you know. Just the knowledge that someone out there cares enough to spend time with me, to share even a small treat...it means more than any words could express."
"Thank you, Toulon. Truly." ** She offers a small, sad smile, trying to convey the depth of her sincerity. "And while I know I have no right to make such requests, especially considering our history..."
an alarm sounds and a guard appears, Guard: okay princess, time is up, I'll see you later... makes a small smile
Casey looks up at the guard, her expression a complex blend of sorrow, gratitude, and fear of the unknown. So many conflicting emotions swirling within her as the moment draws to a close.
With a shaky inhale, she turns back to Toulon, drinking in the sight of him one last time for now. Seeking solace in those fathomless brown eyes that seem to peer straight into the depths of her fractured soul.