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It's cool in Kuja's chambers; luxuriously so considering they're in the middle of a desert. The slightest breeze prickles across her bare skin, and Garnet can do little but shiver against it, though she relishes the discomfort. The floor of the cage is cushioned in satin, the cuffs holding her wrists over her head padded with velvet, the cage itself shining gold and fit for a princess, and she hates it all more than she would the cruellest torture.
Her captor enters the room in a flourish of rumpled silk, a long swath of pale skin exposed from shoulder to hip, beautiful as a poisoned white rose; she can smell thick ash and blood on him as he nears. "Pretty little bird," he murmurs, peering through the bars to smile at her like a child. "Sad little bird, with its voice stolen... who shall bring it back again?"
Zidane will, she wants to shout, or Steiner, but Kuja's silence spell still binds her throat and she won't give her captor the satisfaction of seeing her fight it. The white-haired man moves away, bends over a table heavy with chilled fruit - another luxury Garnet has grown to hate. She watches, a pang in her heart, as Kuja draws forth a stiletto knife and lays it to the skin of a green apple. The white flesh falls away, glistening with juice, with every practiced motion of the blade and Garnet is reminded again of Zidane.
Kuja approaches again, carrying the neat slices arranged artfully on a platter, the knife in his other hand. Garnet eyes him warily through his lashes, distrusting the simple pleasure on the man's face. "Little bird," he croons, "are you hungry? Here."
He spears a slice of apple on his knife and holds it out to her through the bars. Garnet lifts her eyes to him and finds herself drawn into their echoing darkness. She opens her mouth for the offering without thinking; as the apple is laid across her lips, tart and crisp, she can taste sharp, clean steel under her tongue and closes her eyes to relish it.