With those soft words, Rejnev lifted up Onion's chin tenderly, and drunk in her eyes. Affection radiated from her face but from the man upon which her gaze was fixed, affection was mirrored ten-fold.
He drew in closer to her and whispered gently in her ear "Come with me, little one." and without warning, captured her mouth agape, delivering the deep kiss of lovers.
Onion's mind swam in confusion; a mixture of exotic emotions and familiar intimacy that coalesced around the aroma of his Sandorian perfume. This is not the way it was supposed to be, this was not the way it ever was, and yet she felt compelled to follow this path to its completion. Her eyelids became heavy and she let herself fall into the feeling.
"Focus! Draw your mind through the pinhole porosity of these mental defenses!" a voice that was not her brother's compelled her. "Gravitate to my presence, follow my words!" Yet the voice instructed Onion not in syllables and phrases, but in thought patterns, as meanings permeated into the structures of her psyche.
Her heart yearned to follow the commands and within moments she was there. She opened her eyes, still caught in the embrace to which she had been beholden, but no longer was it her brother whose lips she touched. The kiss she shared was with the lips of the silent and skilled woman of the dungeon. Anita released her from the embrace and Onion impulsively recoiled in shock and horror.
She looked again at the dark maiden, who no longer covered her eyes in the black blue velvet of of the blindfold. Here, in the dwelling places of Onion's soul, Anita, the intruder projected herself, constructing her image with the fabric of memories long dormant. Her hard life had scarred her body and perhaps even her soul, but it left no trace on her identity. Crystal blue eyes, hard and unyielding, scanned the Nü with mild loathing. Eyelashes of midnight set her gemstones in the jewelry of an angular, porcelain face.
There were no signs of the dried out scars spanning from cheekbone to brow that Onion had observed when trapped in Anita's body. The dark haired woman's pupils were liquid, not the peach pit sockets Onion had experienced.
"You are not him." Onion blanched, "And you are not this woman either."
"No." she admitted without agitation, "Not anymore."
"But you are a fine piece of work, hiding from me as you were. I tore you apart from top to bottom but still you had nooks to flee to. If your memories were not so powerful I would have never been able to follow them to you and discover where you were. You must teach me this trick, this Nüish trick of yours in the future.
"You did this? You destroyed my web? You stole my memories and used them against me?" she fired off numbly. Onion's fingertips brushed her lips even as rage began to rise in the back of her throat. "I will murder you. You will not leave my web alive.", the Nü threatened, but it was an empty threat. She was violated and vulnerable in her home, in her web. And tainted now, was the safest place outside of that web, the arms of her dear brother, having been stolen and manipulated by this cold shell of a woman.
The black clad woman shrugged. "I did what had to be done. Your body is dying, you have abandoned it in your flight. Your mental defenses are strong and I doubt you would have come back on your own. I did what I could with the tools available."
"And was that memory strong," she baited the upset Onion, "Did I happen upon a memory of an overbearing father? Perhaps it was the longing of a mother's love you pine for at night?, " she giggled cruely, "Or maybe that of an unrequited lover? So sorry to break your heart, little girl, but there is a job to be done."
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