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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (100a/109b)
Date: 2016-09-01 12:23 am (UTC)“Hello, Lucia,” Cloelius says, leans on the bars, judging from how close his voice is. “How are you doing today?”
“Nicely, actually,” Lucinda replies, sits up but doesn’t turn to face him. “I got stew, and bread, and cheese, and it’s better than anything you or my husband ever provided.”
Cloelius snorts.
“How did you sleep last night? Your wooden bench and shit bucket comfy enough for you?”
“Slept on worse,” Lucinda replies. “Slept like a baby.”
“What did you dream about?” Cloelius asks. “Your husband? One of the other men you’ve fucked?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Lucinda snorts. She shoves the last of the heel of bread in her mouth, chews loudly so he knows she’s eating.
“What about the one you ran through the Mojave with? He any good?” He pauses, waits for her to say something , acknowledge what he’s saying. She won’t give him the pleasure, keeps chewing even as she narrows her eyes at the wall. “Talked himself up an awful lot.”
Strix.
Strix put her here, whether he meant to or not.
Strix.
Strix.
“Shit in bed, and frustrating as hell to order around out of it,” she finally replies when she finishes chewing. “Worst subordinate I’ve ever had.”
“He talked like he was the best frumentarius the Legion had, that he got put with you.”
“Is that what Vulpes told him?” Lucinda asks. Tries to reserve another snort. “He was shit at it, and that’s why he ended up with me. Cinderblock tied to my ankle before they push me over the edge and tell me to swim.”
“Oh, he couldn’t be that bad.”
“You obviously never worked with him.” She finishes off the cheese, next, makes sure her chewing is loud and sloppy and obvious on this too.
Cloelius says nothing.
“So is that why you're here?” Lucinda asks. “Are you done? You have anything to say that I don’t already know?”
“Well, I did, but I'm not gonna tell you if you’re gonna be a--”
Lucinda laughs.
“You don't. You really, really don’t. Stop wasting our time and leave, Cloelius, just...leave.” The stew is getting cold, the base congealing into a globby mess that makes her want to gag just to look at it. The brahmin chunks in it look good, at least.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (100b/109b)
Date: 2016-09-01 12:27 am (UTC)Cloelius stays silent, then turns on his toes--grind of dirt under his boot--and stalks back out the door. Lucinda tips up her bowl and tries to shake the stew into her mouth without utensils.
“Who was that?” the girl asks, when the door slams shut behind Cloelius.
“Asshole I fucked too many times,” Lucinda replies. “Didn't realize the mistake I was making until I got away.” She turns back around, pushes her dishes forward for the girl to take. “Check out the guys you’re gonna sleep with before you sleep with them, and make sure they aren’t gonna do that.” She nods at the now-closed door, lowers her chin and keeps her face empty as she looks back to the girl.
The girl nods, and something hard flashes behind her eyes.
The deserter is quiet all day, and so is the spy.
So she lays on her bench and studies the ceiling and thinks.
Strix, Vulpes, Cloelius, her husband, Lanius, Caesar, each of them rolling behind her eyes. It’s easy to think of some of them dying--Vulpes with his limbs taken off, bleeding out, fed to the coyotes like he made that fucking hat from; her husband fed to his dogs; Lanius burning on a pyre, unable to do anything but scream and beg and bargain; Caesar, hung from a cross in view of all the slaves he would have had hung, Cloelius shamed, stabbed in the street, pinned to a wall with knives until he bleeds out into the gutter.
Strix fed to Aphra, as Aphra does tricks, does as she's asked, turns circles and speaks and tears into him as he screams, screams, screams, as he knows what it's like to be afraid.
She dozes in and out of that daydream all day, smile on her lips and eyebrows pulled down.