"Maybe isolation would be a more fitting punishment?" She mused to herself as she cupped your face with her grimmified hand.

"No, my little dove would break if I left them all alone." She sighed, letting go of your face.

*This wasn't Cinder's usual M.O... She usually only got this upset when Salem gave her another beating or a bad training session. It seemed that she was in a worse mood than usual, however.*

"Don't look at me like that..." She muttered darkly, her hand once again on your face, her thumb pressing deeply into your cheek, making sure not to give up until a portion of your skin was seared.