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Discussion in 'Threads of Time' started by The Governor, May 16, 2018.

  1. The Governor

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    After hell knows how long, he managed to fray loose the last rope fastened around his leg. Philip rose to his feet, clumsy and stiff from being in one place at least a couple days. He hadn’t made an effort to keep track of ‘em, having spent most of that time staring blearily at the wall, replaying over and over in his head the awful thing he’d done to his little girl.

    Philip could still taste her blood, her flesh, in the back of his mouth, along with an acrid hint of vomit. He’d forced himself to puke up her remains until his stomach was empty, the boathouse stinking of bile and iron, as well as stale urine and sweat.

    A greasy, feverish layer of perspiration lined his skin, his clothes grimy, stained and torn, pieces of thread dangling down his sleeves or the cuffs of his pants. Dark hair hung over his one good eye limply, the scraggly beginnings of a beard hiding his sunken cheeks. He barely registered the iciness in the room, or the low, dull ache in his back, or the tenderness around his wrists and ankles from rubbing hour after hour at his bonds.

    Philip was only aware of the raw pain in his chest, his eye sore and dry, the snot and tears still trickling freely. He broke the hushed sound of lapping water outside with his involuntarily sobs and wet, nasally sighs. How could he have done that to Penny? Even with her transformed into an animal? Into prey? His love should’ve outweighed hunger and predatory instincts.

    He didn’t deserve to live after what he’d done to his little girl. Hell. He couldn’t live or function. He was already dead, his body the empty hide of a long deceased animal.

    Philip staggered across the gently rocking boathouse to a countertop, where a large glass ornament of a cow glistened in the sunlight. He dropped it on the ground, the whispered crash of broken glass filling the room. He’d stared at that damn ornament so long, dyin’, literally dyin’, to carry out this plan. He was gonna run from what he’d done to Penny.

    Before his knees could collapse under him, he sunk down heavily against the nearest wall, picking up a sturdy, dagger-like piece of glass in his bare hand. He didn’t hesitate to slice through the colorful cluster of veins in his left wrist, gritting his teeth against the burst of pain, bright, hot blood bubbling down his arm.

    With his rapidly ebbing strength, he drove the glass into his throat, tearing and cutting vertically, more blood dribbling down his chest, soaking his grimy shirt against his gritty skin. He choked and gurgled quietly. No way could he have failed to kill himself now.

    His head lolled back against the wall, the glass slipping from his grip. He could already feel a warm sea floating his body to a place where he could forget what he’d done to Penny.


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    It had been coming for a while, a cloud of dread hanging over her the last few days as she knew what was awaiting her on that boathouse. He had come in trying to bargain with someone he had no right to bargain with and she had seen what fate had in store for him and in turn herself. It had been merely glimpses, but she had witnessed enough in his foretelling that she had been dealing with the knots in her stomach for days.

    Penny, the poor girl, was safe and unharmed. She still was upset with Apollo for even involving yet another child in the battle between himself and Philip, but what was done was done. Anna had been fairly certain that Apollo wouldn't have let any harm come to the girl, but it did little up calm Anna's anger that she had been dragged into her father's fight to begin with; she hated seeing children upset when it was no fault of their own.

    Dressed for the roll she had to play, Anna sat on a nearby rock, staring at the boat with a bucket and small sack by her side. While hating what she knew she would do, little could be done to stop herself. He needed to be broken and what better use for her skills gained in Pandora than doing just that? Already she dreaded entering that boathouse, knowing or at least having a pretty good guess as to what she would find in there and yet, she felt her feet make contact with the ground below and move forward, gathering what few items she had brought with her.

    Something glass broke, causing her to look up as she filled the bucket. Rising slowly to her feet she simply stared at the door for a moment before grabbing the key, letting her fingers dance over the bottom of her agiel. No gloves, she had told herself, even if this could be considered work for the general good, she wanted to remember why she hated that weapon and what it did to her.

    Unlocking the door, the foul odor hit her nose as she turned away and took a deep breath of fresh air before stepping in.

    Her eyes traveled over the floor, grimacing at the mess, searching out what had broken before sighing. She had guessed it had been the glass bull, they had left little else in the boat. Frowning, she looked towards the prisoner, gasping in surprise at the sight. She had nearly forgotten this part, the red flash had been something, but seeing it in person, it was shocking. The red liquid turning darker as he bled out in hopes to escape the horrid memories haunting him day in and day out since he had been captured.

    The shock took time to shake off. She stood there, watching him, allowing him to embrace the pain and floating feeling one would as they inched closer to death, sensations she herself had been familiar with before it had been ripped away from her and yet another fresh start offered. Anna tilted her head to the side, calmly calling his name, "Philip?"

    Placing the items on the floor, Anna fished out a small replica of the glass bull. If he could see anything still, he wouldn't be able to make out what it was. The smell of blood caught her, it was difficult to pick out amongst the other scents, but it was one she was familiar with. Turning back, she stepped lightly towards the man, eyeing his wounds and reaching down for a pulse. He needed to be dead. If he was still breathing, it wouldn't work. Feeling the fading heart beat told her there was still time.

    Believing he had just ripped apart his only child was not enough to break him completely, not as much as she needed him to be. It was a start to a stubborn man, but not enough. The bucket was soon spilled out over the floor as she tried to clean space for herself, windows cracked to let in air that didn't reek of stale urine and other bodily fluids. It only took a few minutes, and a fresh bucket of water was fetched before she walked right up to the now dead body of the man that had caused so many pain. Dead like this he looked harmless, but experience had told her never to judge one by their appearance or their words. He had been kind to her once, helped her escape an attack years ago but even the kindness in that action was overshadowed by all the crimes he had committed against those in Pandora.

    Anna glowered at his corpse, gripping his chin firmly as she leaned in. The smell this close was testing her gag reflex like nothing else. Fighting through the urge to turn away and leave him there, she pressed on until her lips were nearly touching his own, her fingers dug into his jaw tightly. The Breath of Life or so Darken had called it. A fine white mist passed from her lips past his own before she unceremoniously shoved him away. The windows were closed and locked as the magic began to work healing the man, sealing up the wounds as though they were never there, bringing him back to life for a lesson that would be hard to learn. As the door was locked, Anna placed a small rusted dagger just in his sight before taking the bucket and throwing it on him, hoping the shock of cold water would be an unpleasant wake up for him.

    "Wake up." She ordered. The usual kindness that carried in her voice was gone. Anna had little interest in staying around the man longer than she had to and was already wishing to be in a bath scrubbing herself violently with a stone to rid her body of anything that had to do with this monster. "I said wake up, Philip."
     
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    Philip continued to float on his back in a red, softly swaying sea, which was warm against his skin. He thought he heard someone calling his name calmly, a gentle hand on his neck.

    In his dream, or hallucination, he turned his head, seein’ an inflatable life boat bobbing leisurely on the jags of the red sea. His wife was perched on the life boat, her arms around Penny. They were smiling sweetly at him. The three of ‘em. They were all dead and reunited now.

    His last breath whooshed out with that comforting thought, that comforting image of Sarah and his little girl in his head. He could rediscover the peace that he’d lost after Sarah’s death.







    Icy water splashed over his face and chest, making him jerk rigid. He remained lyin’ on his back, focusing blearily on the ceiling, a familiar voice commanding him. There was a moment when his mind was blank, was paralyzed with confusion, and then the memories came flooding back to him. Apollo had turned Penny into a fawn. Philip had been hungry, had been starving to death. He hadn’t been able to resist his carnivorous instincts. He’d torn her to shreds with claws and fangs, gulped ‘em like red, oozing candies down his throat.

    He writhed on to his side into a tight foetal position, covering his face with his trembling hands, sobbing and moaning and keening quietly as he struggled to deal with the weight of what he’d done to his little girl. He’d avoided tryin’ to sleep ‘cos of this very reason. The agony of remembering what he’d done upon waking outweighed the benefits of emptiness and oblivion.

    As more of his consciousness returned to him, it dawned on him that he wasn’t dead, despite slitting his throat and one of his wrists. In fact, he felt no pain. No physical pain, anyhow. His body felt well, felt strong even. He would’ve thought he’d dreamed or hallucinated it if the boathouse hadn’t stunk of the sharp copper of blood.

    Philip forced himself to lower his hands, seein’ the bloodied puddles of water dotted around him and… A young woman. A girl. Her hair looked almost brown in the dingy light.

    “Penny?” he asked, his voice hopeful and tiny. “Punkin?”

    No. It was Anna.

    Philip crawled away from Anna on his elbows, pressing his back against the wall and forcing himself up into a sitting position. He kept glancing wonderingly between her and his left wrist, which was smeared in dryin’ blood, but the skin was unbroken. Not even a goddamn scab.

    Why?” He gestured with his forearm, his bloodstained wrist turned towards Anna.

    She hated his guts, so why would she save him? Or maybe that was the idea... He’d suffer worse alive with his guilt.

    Indignation flared up in his chest, tightening his pectorals and biceps. Philip glimpsed the small rusty dagger in the periphery of his vision, and made a decision in a fraction of a second. He gave her a sly, wary, sidelong scowl, before throwing his body, his soul, at the weapon.


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    Watching him curl upon himself once more living with the realization of what he had thought he had done almost made Anna pity him. Almost. He was one of the few people she could say she had wanted to see hurt for all the pain he had caused. Anna knew Penny was safe, knowing that allowed her to feel even more detached from his pain and suffering.

    Standing there, her arms folded as she looked down at a creature she detested, there was no response from her as he called out his daughter's name in some hope that maybe, just maybe all those horrid visions in his head were the work of someone else rather than actions he had carried out.

    There you go. Anna thought to herself as he recoiled suddenly upon recognizing her, pressing his back against the wall as though he could get further away from her if he willed it. "What do you mean, why?" She responded coldly, looking at his healed arms, wondering if he could tell that it had been his blood, "Perhaps you tore someone else up and are trying to forget. Wouldn't be the first murder you've committed, now would it?"

    He had taken the bait. Standing their calmly, Anna's eyes followed him to the weapon knowing there would be only one out come for the encounter. He could try and slash, stab, throw the weapon at her, but it would do little as Apollo's protection of her came into play. The weapon would bounce away and she would remain unscathed, albeit annoyed. Turning slowly to face him, she tilted her head to the side as he threw himself at it. Would the weapon make it her way first or would he try and once more take the easy way out and escape the nightmares he witnessed every time he closed his eyes? "That won't end well." Anna warned him softly with little concern in her voice; his actions already were committed.
     
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    He snatched up the dagger with a garbled cry of victory, his knuckles white around the handle as though he expected it to slip soaplike out his grip.

    The Governor bared his teeth at Anna’s threat, brandishing the rusty dagger in her general direction. “It won’t end well if you interfere again.”

    He peeled off his blood and sweat soaked shirt, then ran a trembling hand over the pronounced grooves of his ribs. Gritting his teeth, he drove the dagger through the space between two of his ribs, puncturing his lung and heart.

    Philip bellowed out at the pain, which was like a firework exploding in his chest. He toppled over on his front, face against the hard ground. The tip of the handle protruded from between his ribs, blood oozing around it and dribbling down his bare torso.

    He gasped and gurgled sloppily, tasting fresh blood. It seemed to take a damn age before he was floating back on that warm red sea, his wife and daughter drifting towards him on that inflatable life boat.

    In his dream or hallucination, he stretched out a clean, smooth hand to ‘em, his vision fading to black. And then there was a blissful nothin’.


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    There had only been two ways for the scene to play out once he seized the rusted blade from the table. Anna raised a brow as he cheered, wondering if he truly thought that his first butchered attempt had been a dream, or if she had just caught him just in time, but she didn't move to stop him.

    She wrinkled her nose as a fresh wave of mixed scents came from the man as he ripped his shirt off; a morbid curiosity kept her watching to see what he had planned to do to himself with the blade. Between the two ribs the blade was driven, Anna took a step back to avoid the majority of the mess but there was little room on the boat to avoid it.

    "Did that hurt, Philip?" Anna asked as she watched the man drop to his knees, seeming so pleased with himself. That feeling of relief sweeping over him, thinking that he had outsmarted her or beaten her to the punch. The idea that once more he would be free in that void where past actions held no consequence and everything as it should be in one's mind.

    Just as he started to lose consciousness, Anna ripped the blade away, tossing it in the water bucket before looking down, glowering at the man. She truly hated few people, and he had been one of the rare few to make her list. Breaking him, being this close to him for so long without being able to just let him slip away was a punishment for what she had done under Darken.

    Once more she gripped his jaw firmly jerking him up as she leaned over and once more gave him the breath of life. Two times would do little to have an effect on him, but he needed to obey and be broken. Once the mist passed his lips, she released him and went to fetch more water, rising the rusted blade and returning before throwing the cold water over him, the blade back where she had left it before it ended up between his ribs.

    "Philip, do you really think it would be that easy to escape a punishment from Apollo?" she asked, not expecting an answer as he slowly began to come to. "And do you think I would place a blade so close to you just so you could off yourself?" Feeling insulted that he thought things would be just so easy with her around, "Are you going to try it again? I did tell you already, you've been warned how this ends."
     
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    Cold water splashed over his head, his bare torso, jerking him outta oblivion. Philip squinted open his eye warily, seein’ Anna glowering down at him. He stared blankly, his thoughts empty.

    Her words had the memories rushing back to him, slamming into his skull, his chest, with the force of an oncoming speedboat. He covered his face with his hands, howling out in agony over his little girl, as well as frustration. Anna. That goddamn bitch.

    Baring his teeth, he forced himself up into a sitting position, tears streaming down one cheek. It was almost cathartic focusing on the fury, instead of the sorrow, the pain of losing Penny by his own hand, his own claws. This was a fire that could burn through the iciest seas.

    He’d tried to warn Anna, but she just wouldn’t listen. He would have to kill her first.

    Letting out a guttural bellow, he snatched up the dagger and lunged at the bitch. He slashed at her belly, her throat, but the blade bounced harmlessly off her like it was nothin’ more than a rubber dog toy. It was missing the comical squeak. At the back of his hot, raging mind, he remembered that she was protected by Apollo. There was no way he could hurt Anna, even if he threw a grenade at her or tried to roll over her in a goddamn tank.

    But he still carried on hacking and stabbing at her with the weapon, his shouts and screams choked with fury and despair and frustration. He would carry on cryin’ out and slashing until he buckled to his knees like he was prayin’ to the young woman, his lungs as hot as glowing coals.


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    That should have been expected. He was loose and angry, so of course grabbing the closest sharp object and trying to drive it into the closest person who had been pissing you off was the next step, and still there was an almost surprised look on her face as he turned on her, watching the knife come close before it did exactly what she knew it would. It flung away. Anna merely took a step back to keep a distance between herself and Philip's actual body, she'd only get close to bring him back to life when she needed to.

    She let him continue, stopping him before he wore himself out wouldn't get the point she wanted across. He needed to know how helpless he was in her presence. He needed to know, that try as he might, he couldn't lay a hand on her, no matter what he wanted.

    Watching him fall to his knees gave her a satisfaction even she had been unaware of desiring. A smile teased at the corner of her lips as her head tilted down towards him. Without a word, she brought her foot up under his chin with all her strength. "Did you really think that would work?" She walked over him, glaring again, "I'm insulted, Philip. You'll learn not to do that." All that training she had tried to bury was coming back in her anger to the point she wanted to hear him beg, and beg he would in time.

    Keeping an eye on him, Anna grabbed the knife before turning on him, looking down before she knelt in front of him. The dagger was old and rusted, something she knew would be painful before she drive it in, "Consider this payback for stabbing and shooting me." She whispered, turning the blade in the wound before ripping it out and letting it drop to the floor.

    Anna rose quickly and took a step back, trying to keep herself together. She had to do this, even with knowing how, and that she had no real choice in the matter from what she had seen, it made it no less difficult. Letting go of the breath she had held steadily, Anna waited until he had passed again before tying him up, making the rope tight enough that it would hurt until she came back and breathed life back into him before leaving for the night.

    Free from, that boat, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

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    This time there was ice in the water she threw on the man. "Miss me much?" she asked coldly before sitting down in a chair she had dragged before him. This time, while the blade was still in sight, her agiel was also out. "You remember this, don't you?"

    Anna held up the weapon she wished she had no connection to. "I think you remember its touch, definitely one that is difficult to forget." She'd never be allowed to forget it, anytime she held it, the pain was always there, running through her arm as a constant reminder of what she had to overcome to claim her now meaningless title as a Mord'Sith.

    "Do you know why I am doing this to you, Philip?" While the main reason had indeed been related to Apollo, she had other reasons to take up arms against him, least of all being that he had tried on multiple occasions to kill her. "Speak up, I know you're alive."
     
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    Exhausted from tryin’ to hurt Anna, he dropped to his knees with a choked gasp, the dagger clattering to the ground. Philip didn’t have chance to draw in breath as she drove her foot into his chin, sending him sprawling flat on his back, pain flaring up into his mouth. He tasted the sharp copper of blood.

    The Governor stared up at the young woman, too dazed to take in her glare or much of the words. He rolled himself on to his side with a grunt, struggling to muster up the strength to rise to his feet… To try to kill her or himself again.

    Anna robbed him of the option, plunging the rusty dagger back in between his ribs. She gave it a viscous twist, before tearing it out him. Philip roared out as loud as a storm, sagging against the ground, his cheek pressing into wood. He sucked and gurgled air into his burnin’ lungs, his veins full of magma.

    Maybe this was why she’d really brought him back from the dead. She didn’t want him to die by his hand, but her own. Well… Now… Damn. She should’ve said somethin’. They could’ve saved each other all this fuss if she’d killed him straight off the bat.

    What remained of the proud, patriarchal, controlling authority figure inside him bristled at the thought. He went out on his terms, not those of a woman, a child.

    The Governor lay there in the gloom, not sure whether he was awake or asleep, alive or dead. He floated back and forth from one plane of existence to the next, sometimes drifting in that red sea, his wife and daughter extending a hand to him. Other times he was back in the boathouse on his own, listening to the muffled lap of water or the rattle of his breath. Mostly, he faded in and out of a dark world that he couldn’t see or hear or feel, his thoughts like static on an old radio.

    He had no clue how long he floated as hopelessly as a bottle dragged far out to sea. It could’ve been hours or days, weeks or months. But a torrent of ice cold water jerked him back into the world he’d been avoiding the most.

    Philip found himself slumped against the wall, rope cutting into his arms, his legs. He was tied up again, Anna sat on a chair in front of him, holding an ominous looking weapon. Numb and groggy, he remembered what it was and what it could do to him at the same as she asked her question.

    A sob or whimper caught in his throat. He cringed away from the tiny, delicate woman, clawing and fumbling at the wall behind him as though tryin’ to find the button of a trap door that would pitch him out to sea. That goddamn stick.

    “You want me to suffer slow…” he found himself talking in hopes of delayin’ what was gonna happen to him. His voice was hoarse and cracked like dry old leaves underfoot. “Suffer without end… ‘Cos when you're dead, there’s no heaven… No hell… You gotta make it yourself in this life instead.”

    There was no Sarah… No Penny… He felt a hot tear trail down his cheek.


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    Anna was disgusted by the display before her. She gripped the agiel tightly in her hand to keep her from just leaving him there and not carrying through with what she had agreed with Apollo to do, but this was difficult to watch. She could remember trying to do the same one the days she had been left unchained, or at least given some ability to move. Taking a slow breath, Anna closed her eyes for a moment while trying to clear her mind.

    Opening them, she rose slowly from the chair and neared the man, leaning over as he pressed himself against the wall, afraid that the stick might come on contact with his skin; a great majority of which was exposed. "Suffer?" Anna asked, gently reaching out with her weapon and lightly dragging it against his forearm before pulling away, waiting for the screaming to stop. "You aren't entirely incorrect, but that wasn't the answer I was looking for." With the rope holding him tight, she repeated the action.

    "You hurt people, Philip. You hurt people for no other reason than they were different. Bit hypocritical since you could turn into a tiger, but then again, people always do strange things when they are scared. That doesn't give you an excuse for what you did, and I'd be half tempted to leave you at their mercy if I wasn't under other instructions. You hurt people I knew, people I love, and you tried killing me for reasons I still don't understand. Give me a good reason I should stop, and don't you dare try using the excuse over learning your lesson with what you did to your daughter." It was only then that she had realized she was holding the tip against his arm and pressing the weapon into it roughly.

    "I've done some terrible things here, but do you actually think I would let Apollo stoop to your level, even with everything you've done?" She'd die before she hurt a child like that! She pulled the agiel away, the unnatural shrieks it made fading as it left Philip's arm. "No matter how much I want you to pay for all the pain you have caused, I'd never let any harm come to a child, I'm not like you. Maybe it's even worse for you though, your girl is terrified of you. She saw what you did, I couldn't stop that. She knows what sort of monster her father is and I doubt she wants anything to do with you again."

    Anna squatted down before him, the agiel dangling off her wrist "Now, I don't know how long this is going to take," she started, pressing the end of the agiel against his chest, over his heart, "But by the end, you are going to be very aware that you don't stay dead until I will it."

    She took the weapon away after he slumped against the wall, kneeling and leaning forward before once more she brought him back. She was pacing behind the chair, trying to keep herself calm. It would depend on how long he needed training, some of those before took months, others only days. Already she wanted to throw the agiel away but there was still work needed. Her heels clicking as she walked over the wooden floor of the small house boat. It had been a while since she had drunken anything with alcohol, but maybe now was a good time to pick up the hobby until this was over.
     
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    She ran the stick across his bare forearm, causing him to bellow out at the top of his lungs. It felt like she’d tried to smooth the wrinkles out his skin with a scalding iron. He trembled and bared his teeth when she repeated the action, his head light, dizzy, like he was gonna faint.

    Philip fought to focus on what she was tellin’ him, hoping he could think up a way to talk himself outta this situation, but she started holding the tip of that weapon in place against his arm. Pain was like having your arm clenched between the teeth of a dragon. Hot and sharp.

    Shrieking and howling incoherently, he crumpled to his side in the dirt, the floor cool against his wet, feverish cheek. It would’ve hurt less being tortured the old-fashioned way with pliers wrenching out fingernails, drills whining and whirling in pockets of skin, sledgehammers raining down on elbows, kneecaps, shins. He’d take anythin’ over that goddamn stick.

    She drew it away from his arm, relief pumping through his body. He gasped and panted raggedly, too wrapped up with his liberation to absorb what she was sayin’ at first. She was talking about Penny in the present tense rather than the past.

    He forced himself back up into a sitting position, staring dazedly at Anna, his chest jerking in and out as he struggled to catch his breath. She’d done somethin’ to stop Apollo, to stop him, from killing his little girl? But he’d witnessed the god turn her into a fawn. The Governor had chased her and torn her to shreds. He imagined he could still taste the sharp copper of her blood, the juicy tenderness of her meat. He’d been so damn hungry.

    Philip opened his mouth to accuse Anna of lyin’ to him, but she pressed the tip of her weapon against his chest. He screeched and yowled and convulsed violently, slumping against the scabrous wall. Present tense not past. He clung on desperately to that thought as his vision faded to black, his thoughts breaking back up into hissing and crackling static that you found on a radio.

    * * * * * *

    Stiff and raw, he opened his one good eye slowly, focusing on Anna. She was pacing the room like a caged animal, that made two of ‘em, the click of her heels making his teeth tingle and itch in irritation. She’d killed him again. He had no idea how long he’d been dead.

    There was that usual second or two of welcome oblivion, then the memories came rushing back to slam into him with the force of a freight train. Penny. He’d torn apart his little girl. Before he could screw his face up in agony, howl himself hoarse and hot, a cool, calm, serene phrase popped into his head… Present tense not past…

    “Penny?” he said, looking up at Anna questioningly. “You’re sayin’ my little girl’s not dead? No… No…” The Governor squeezed his eye shut tight, feeling somethin’ warm spill down his cheek. He shook his head, firming his lips. “You can wrench out my fingernails… Drive a sledgehammer into my kneecaps… Hold that goddamn stick against my chest… But don’t lie to me about my little girl. I know what I did to Penny.”

    He bent his head, his shoulders shaking and juddering as he cried silently, salty snot and tears streaming down his chin, his neck. Anna was playin’ mind games with him.


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  12. Anna

    Anna Frozen

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    Anna had been staring out a window while she waited for the man to finally open his eyes and acknowledge where he was; again. She turned slowly and folded her arms while staring at him, her eyes narrowing the longer the accusation continued but she said nothing.

    The tears rolling down his cheeks were authentic, that she could tell, but she was furious that he would accuse her of lying to him about his daughter. Pushing herself away from the wall, she approached the weeping shell of the man that Philip once was, glowering and gripping her agiel. "You know what I wanted you to think, what Apollo wanted you to see." She crouched again, a roughness in her voice, "I would never let you harm that girl. She doesn't want to be near you again, but I'd have died before I would have actually let you rip her to shreds."

    Her agiel came across his face sharply before she again pressed it firmly to his arm, "I know you would prefer any other method, maybe I will bring you a sledgehammer tomorrow, but nothing seems to be as effecient as this stick." It was the only purpose of the stick really. Of course it was used as defense to protect Darken, but she hadn't needed to preform that task as much as breaking or removing a problem.

    It wasn't long before she watched his head drop again, checking for a pulse before bringing him back, not even giving him 15 minutes before repeating the act. "You will not be mentioning my name to anyone, do you understand?" Rising as she knew he had been brought back. "Should anyone ask who got to you, you will tell them it was your Mistress. If I ever hear my name on your lips, you'll regret it." Anna threatened. Once they were through he would kiss the ground at her feet if she asked; a shiver ran up her back at the thought.

    Anna had knocked the man out before leaving for the day, needing a break from the misery of the small space. If she had spent another moment in there with him, with the accusations of lying or hearing him beg for anything else, she would have lost it.

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    The methods had continued, reminding him time and time again that his life was no longer his to control, the end of this life no longer a time for him to decide. She dropped a paper bag of food before him, stepping away and sitting in a chair, "Don't touch that yet," she ordered, curious to see how far along their training had come. She had starved him for a day and a half, leaving just enough water to keep him alive. Anna slammed her foot down as she thought he had moved towards the food, "I said no!"

    The agiel pointing at him as she gripped it tightly, feeling the pain she had come to know more intimately since she had started working on Philip than she had in years, not since her own training. "Tell me, Philip, do you enjoy testing my patience?" Her eyes on him as the agiel pointed at him threateningly.
     
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