In that moment it occurred to Catherine in the most delicious manner that the same Cameron /Cammie Morgan who would a month ago had clawed Catherine's eyes out if she could was now standing weak and defeated in front of her. She was quiet like Catherine's own broken doll, no, her own broken little puppet. Catherine considers for a moment asking her where Zach and her friends are now when she needs them, but then decides that for now enough salt had been rubbed into Cammie's wounds both literary and figuratively for now.

So on impulse Catherine drops her hand onto Cammie's hand so that they were together palm on palm. Cammie's hand is shaking and is clammy to the touch but at the same time her hands are nice and warm. The blood under Cammie's finger nails both disgusts her and pleases her for it meant that she had done her job well (torturing Cammie) so that not Cammie's nails had remained untouched. But at the same time Cammie's hands are soft and delicate. It is nice, so Catherine threads her fingers through Cammie's and squeezes softly and gently. When Cammie tries to jerk her hand away, Catherine just looks at her the warning written over every inch of her face. Cammie perhaps developing a new nerves tic traces her tongue over her red cracked lips pulling the lower lip between the top and bottom rows of teeth. Catherine finds herself drawn to the action and mimics her.

(As annoying and stubborn as she is, Cameron Morgan has always been beautiful.)

Catherine knows what she wants and she always get what she wants and in this moment it's Cammie. Just like she is at this moment, a broken little puppet.

"Catherine" Cammie whispers her voice uncharacteristically quiet and defeated,
"I- I really don't think I want-" once more Catherine just looks at her and then leans in close, Cammie's cheek is against hers and her chin resting on Cammie's shoulder. Cammie stands stiff-still, Catherine can hear (can feel) Cammie's pulse quicken at this motion.

(Chocolate and vanilla, Catherine makes a note of it. Cameron Morgan smells like chocolate and vanilla.)

"Cammie, I think," She says letting go of Cammie's hand and resting both of hers on Cammie's waist loving the sound that Cammie makes when her breath hitches when Catherine's fingers splay across and caress the fabric of Cammie's shirt (not that there is much of it left).
"I think that you should think very very carefully about what you want and what you don't want," Catherine continues, at this Cammie frowns and Catherine thinks it is quite beautiful. She wants to sew Cammie's lips down and together like that forever. She wants to kiss her first. And then after that she wants to one day unthread those lips and kiss the bloody little holes that it will leave. She wants to kiss every little one of those holes one by one and she wants to cherish the absolute control that she will have over every little move that Cammie will make.

Catherine moves her hands down Cammie's waist to unfasten her belt but she keeps her eyes firmly fixed on Cammie's face. The silent warning still written in her emerald green eyes. But looking into Cammie's eyes she see's nothing but a broken compliance. This is what Catherine Caused and she loves it. She loves looking at Cammie and knowing that Catherine owns her every broken inch of her.

Catherine knows that from now on, Cammie is completely and utterly her broken little plaything.

A:N: I know it's dark but I kind of love dark fics. Please review and tell me what you think. I want to write more stories like this with the same kind of feel so let me know what you think.