“The platinum chip?” “I lost it!” Tara was about to wring her hands but the pain in her shoulders prevented her from bringing her hands together. “You have to believe me!” “I decide what I believe or not!”, Tiberius barked and gave Aquila a sign with his hand. The latter adjusted his grip, and snapped the girl’s arm right above the elbow. She and Tara screamed almost simultaneously. “Stop it!” With a nauseating feeling of horror Tara felt tears running down her cheeks. “Please, please stop it! I lost the chip, please believe me! I lost it when I was captured!”
Tiberius stared at her with an unmoving face and waved at Aquila again. But just as Tara was about to scream no again he released the girl and told her to go to the temple. The girl vanished, silent with pain and shock.
“So.” Tiberius turned to face Tara again. “This is more than inconvenient.” Tara swallowed hard and felt caught in a nightmare. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Because she wasn’t asleep.
“I meant to use the chip to avoid necessary bloodshed and carnage when taking what should be mine”, Tiberius said. “Something that would be mine if it weren’t for you.” He got up again and slowly walked up to Tara and the post she was tied to. He went down into a crouch. “That city is mine. And I do not care about the people living there.” He lowered his voice, and Tara felt cold chills crawl down her spine. “You, however, do. So it will be in your best interest to cooperate.” “What would you have me do?”, she whispered. Tiberius smiled, a smile that made Tara’s blood run cold. “Tomorrow night you will become my wife, and together, we will march into New Vegas, as King and Queen of the Mojave. And since your people love you so much... I am sure they will welcome you and your husband with open arms.”
And before Tara could rally herself and even think of something to answer he stood up again, and with his dark, red cloak flowing from his shoulders he turned around and was out of the door that Aquila softly closed behind him.
And Tara, still naked, still in pain and in shock from seeing a girl’s arms broken, slowly sank into a heap onto her thin, threadbare blanket, the heavy chain cold around her ankle. x-x-x-x-x-x
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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 9d/?
Date: 2014-09-24 11:37 pm (UTC)“I lost it!” Tara was about to wring her hands but the pain in her shoulders prevented her from bringing her hands together. “You have to believe me!”
“I decide what I believe or not!”, Tiberius barked and gave Aquila a sign with his hand. The latter adjusted his grip, and snapped the girl’s arm right above the elbow. She and Tara screamed almost simultaneously.
“Stop it!” With a nauseating feeling of horror Tara felt tears running down her cheeks. “Please, please stop it! I lost the chip, please believe me! I lost it when I was captured!”
Tiberius stared at her with an unmoving face and waved at Aquila again. But just as Tara was about to scream no again he released the girl and told her to go to the temple. The girl vanished, silent with pain and shock.
“So.” Tiberius turned to face Tara again. “This is more than inconvenient.”
Tara swallowed hard and felt caught in a nightmare. A nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
Because she wasn’t asleep.
“I meant to use the chip to avoid necessary bloodshed and carnage when taking what should be mine”, Tiberius said. “Something that would be mine if it weren’t for you.” He got up again and slowly walked up to Tara and the post she was tied to. He went down into a crouch. “That city is mine. And I do not care about the people living there.” He lowered his voice, and Tara felt cold chills crawl down her spine. “You, however, do. So it will be in your best interest to cooperate.”
“What would you have me do?”, she whispered.
Tiberius smiled, a smile that made Tara’s blood run cold. “Tomorrow night you will become my wife, and together, we will march into New Vegas, as King and Queen of the Mojave. And since your people love you so much... I am sure they will welcome you and your husband with open arms.”
And before Tara could rally herself and even think of something to answer he stood up again, and with his dark, red cloak flowing from his shoulders he turned around and was out of the door that Aquila softly closed behind him.
And Tara, still naked, still in pain and in shock from seeing a girl’s arms broken, slowly sank into a heap onto her thin, threadbare blanket, the heavy chain cold around her ankle.
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