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works/938863.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Cersei_Lannister/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark, Cersei_Lannister
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Dubious_Consent, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Underage_Sex, Underage
      Kissing, Violence, Psychological_Trauma, Psychological_Torture,
      Knifeplay, Teeth, Bloodplay, Everything_Hurts, Biting
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 389
****** In pain and blood ******
by Kat182
Summary
     One night, Cersei orders that Sansa is bring in front of her. She
     orders her to undress, and see her for who she really is: a fragile
     lamb that lions could devour alive, but the spirit of Sansa is still
     firm and intact.
     Cersei hates it, because the spirit of Sansa, despite everything, has
     not yet been broken. But Cersei wants to destroy it, to destroy her.
Notes
     This is not a typical love story, so if you want to read it you have
     to consider my warnings.
     This is just the prologue, the next chapters will be much longer.
"You're beautiful" Cersei said watching her carefully, "but of ephemeral and
deadly beauty" she added, leading to the mouth an overflowing cup of red wine.
"You will die" she spoke slowly, "the lions will devour the lamb alive" she
concluded, curving her lips into a wicked smile. Cersei turned to her,
trembling, and Sansa was naked, innocent, pure and wonderful such as delicate
flower.
Sansa was still kneeling on the gray, cold stone floor, trying to cover her
breasts with her white arms, while her still unripe body gleamed in the dim
light emanating from the torches on the walls.
"You will die. In pain and blood" she murmured beginning to approach, "you will
never be saved" she whispered softly in her ear, before shaking her throat in
the hands. The golden chalice fell heavily with a thud, and Sansa trembled like
a scared child, shaken by unstoppable tremors and chills.
In an instant Sansa thought it would come her end, so a melancholy smile formed
at the corners of her pretty mouth, when the emerald green eyes were chained
into her glacial blue, as hard and cold as the winter can be. But she was
wrong, because Cersei loosened her grip around her neck and released her
immediately back to breathe.
Sansa took a very deep breath, pressing the hands on her throat - red and
pulsating - that ached terribly.
Cersei grabbed her with harshness, pulling her hair and forcing her to look
into her own eyes, to be loved and hated in the same way. Cersei did it,
furiously pressing her mouth on hers, biting her lower pink lip with a ravenous
hunger until it bled. Sansa tried to suppress her sobs, but she could not, and
salty tears flowed down her cheeks.
Cersei felt the rusty taste of the blood in the mouth, but also of the salt, so
she stopped and looked Sansa, who was wounded but not destroyed.
"Look at me" she commanded imperiously, "look at me" she repeated mellifluous,
taking her chin in fingers and making her to turn.
Cersei saw that she had a pair of blue, died eyes, transparent, resembled a
ghost: they were full of dark shadows, mist and fog; the light that had always
animated them had vanished, perhaps forever.
The amused grin on Cersei's face disappeared in a moment.
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