The Crown's Entrapment

Pinra took a deep breath as she focused on the shackles keeping her from moving freely. Not that it would even matter as her cell was practically impossible to escape from. Still, she had a feeling that she'd be free relatively soon. And with the dark spell that she managed to apply to herself, there was no way that she wouldn't be able to enact her revenge on those that wronged her…

For those that… That one person… Maybe… Who-

"No… Focus…" she growled as she quickly shook her head, her eyes crazed as she bit on her lower lip. "Just a bit more… I'll be free…"

There was no way that she'd lose sight of her goal now. Not when she was so close from achieving it. She just had to get that one window of opportunity to open itself to her. The one way that could give her the smallest hopes of escaping with her mind still intact.

Or at least… what remained of it that she could observe.

'That's it, Pinra… You're making me proud…'

Her eyes opened wide as she heard that same faint voice that she had kept hearing for what felt like days now. Somehow, she knew that it belonged to someone important to her, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember who exactly it was. And every time she tried to think hard on it, the serpent coiled around her arm throbbed painfully. Still, seeing as the power she called for herself thought that it wasn't necessary, she decided to ignore it.

All she knew was that she needed to enact vengeance on Gilas… On… just Gilas… Just Gilas… The most important person in her life…

"Hey, you have visitors."

Pinra almost let out a gleeful smirk as she heard one of the guards address her from behind her door. Quickly hiding her delight, she forced herself to cry as she kept up her charade.

"Is it Gilas?!" she practically begged.  "Please tell me it's Gilas!"

"It is," the guard scoffed. "You better be on your best behavior."

As the guard left to fetch what was possibly the most important person in her life right now, Pinra couldn't help but grin and cackle silently in absolute joy. The snake around her arm sizzled in pleasure at the thought of being near the object of its purpose, making her almost moan as her mind almost turned into mush from happiness.

'He's here! He's finally here!'

It was the single most amazing thing that was currently running through her mind. Ever since she gave herself this dark power, his name and visage was the only thing she could ever think of. The feelings associated with him were confusing at first, what with the sheer mass of hatred and anger she felt whenever his name popped up in her head, but after some time, she decided that it was just her mind playing tricks on her. After all, why else would she call upon this dark power if not to see him?

'And he's finally here too! I can finally see him! See him…'

Her cackles turned silent as she felt her mind grind to a resounding halt. For the life of her, she couldn't remember why she wanted to see Gilas in the first place. Sure, she wanted to kill him, but why?

Where was all of this hatred and anger within her coming from?

"Pinra…"

But before she could allow herself to ponder on such matters, the object of her twisted affections finally showed himself to her. It was just as she… she remembered him… Right?

"Gilas…" she whispered out, her heart hammering in both confusion and sheer rage as her mind kept her going forward with her supposed plan. "I'm sorry…"

"Sorry? Just sorry?"

Her eyes widened before quickly she went ahead and put her head down onto the floor. With the door still closed, Gilas was merely looking at her from behind the bars, preventing her from going at him and giving him a death-providing hug.

"I'm truly sorry!" she cried out, practically screaming as tears ran down her cheeks. "I know what I did was wrong!"

She actually didn't. In fact, she didn't even know what she did to deserve being held in a cell. But judging by what little memories she could scrounge up, it was Gilas that put her in this place.

She could only guess that was why she had a burning hatred and urge to kill him whenever she thought of him.

"I find that hard to believe."

Pinra squinted as she heard a woman's voice echo from behind the bars. Looking up, a familiar looking woman sneered at her from where she stood. A part of her knew she should know exactly who this woman standing beside Gilas was, but for the life of her, only the rage within her responded to her visage.

"Gilas, she's clearly faking," the woman scoffed at Gilas. "She's not even apologizing for what she did wrong."

"That, she is, but her tears look genuine."

Pinra inwardly smirked at Gilas's observation. It was hard to make herself cry, after all. Pulling forth from her inherent rage and missing memories was the only way she could even make it happen.

Well, that and the constant confusion she felt whenever she wasn't angry at Gilas, but that was something she knew she shouldn't think about. The black snake around her arm reacted poorly whenever she did that, and she was sure her past self had a good reason to bind it to herself.

"Yes! I'm truly apologetic!" she raved on, drawing upon her confusion and pain to make her cries sound even more realistic. "I just want to talk to you, Gilas!"

Pinra bowed her head once more, going so quickly that she hit the floor hard enough to make herself bleed. She didn't care, however. This pain was nothing compared to the burning need within her to kill Gilas. Nothing else mattered. Not even the fact that her last clear memory was of her own feelings of self-loathing and desperation.

​ "We're talking right now," Gilas addressed her, his voice cold and distant. "Why did you call for me?"

"No! Not like this!" she cried out. "Can we at least see each other face-to-face?!"

The black snake burned hotly as she gritted her teeth. She was so close… She just had to have him open the door…

Then… Only then will she finally be free!