"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.