Slay or Stay: Triin vs Luna [Special Stipulation]

Slender digits curled beneath Triin’s chin, a gentle touch at first but as the knight spoke up in defiance they tightened to cup around her chin, fingertips and thumb squeezing the woman’s cheeks as she inclined her head to force her to look up. Luna stared down the bridge of her nose, the corner of her slender lips curled in a fanged smirk. “We’ve seen what good your threats are my little tin soldier. You can save for barking for when I bid you speak.”

The blond reached up, withdrawing one of the manacles from the wall, letting the chain’s slack rattle as it dropped to hand. It was larger than the others, and the slack of the chain links far longer. She wrenched Triin’s face to the side, exposing her neck once again. Rather than gifting her with affection though, she secured the manacle around the knight’s throat where it fit snuggly, coldly. “Worry not though. We will have plenty of time to educate you on how to best serve your new mistress.”

Luna chuckled darkly as the camera feed went dark leaving only the sound of her amusement in the echos of the dungeon.