Suffer

"What a good little girl you are, Aely,"
A serpentine smile split my lips as I regarded the knocked out male she had dragged here. We were down the street some, so I nabbed his scruff and yanked him the rest of the way into my home. Heaving labored breaths, I pulled him into my study, where Aely will be conducting her next lesson.
"Now, my dear,"
I breathed the words, giggling some, then pivoting to face the girl.
"You will learn a most special toxin. We will paralyze him, to where he cannot move, but he can feel everything. Hear everything. See everything."
My voice grew darker with each word, more hungry with each syllable, the smile morphing more sinister.
"Come, darling, let me show you the ingredients."
I moved to the potions table specially made for me, and laid out the items needed for this special concoction. A delicate paw raised to gently gesture to the roots, weeds, and petals before us.
"All of these are essential. Grasspea, makes it slow. Deliberate. Nightshade, the staple. Gelsemium, for the convulsions. I like to watch them suffer. Lastly, a pinch of Cassava. Not too much, we don’t want him dead before we can torture him now do we?"
A slender maw pushed forward then, smiling still.
"Your turn darling. Make your toxin."
I waited then, watching, a falcon’s eye on her movements.

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Praise is Aely's weakness, her kryptonite, especially when it comes from Amelia's own lips. But she never let's it show on her features, she only overs a small smile as she works with Amelia to finish dragging the victim inside. Her soft emeralds are washing over the male, a satisfying grin plays across her face as she recalls how much he deserves every second of what's to come—and she'll be the pretty face he gets to watch, rather than touch. Her ears perk at Amelia's voice addressing her once more, and she snaps into focus as she comes to her heels, following close as they begin to view the potions laid out and mentioned by her mentor.

Grasspea—nightshade—gelsmium—cassava— she recalls each ingredient, remembering the purpose of each as she collects what she's been told to and finally creates her own concoction at the table, her focus still on the product she's to use on her victim. She grabs the last ingredient, and begins to answer Amelia's question in her own reminder of the important part. Not too much, we don't want to kill him just yet. Her voice is sweet and sinister as she throws it to the side of her for a moment, towards the man beginning to mumble and grumble as he lays like a mess on the floor. When she's finally finished with her concoction, she let's out an excited, short squeal as she turns to face Amelia. She makes sure not to get too far ahead of herself, especially when she wants to ensure everything went as planned. However, she does step past Amelia and closer to her victim, excitement buzzing through her as she waits for the next step to come from Amelia's mouth.