Day 7

Rachael waited by Chris’ bed for him to wake up. She was a lot better but she wasn’t well yet. So, she had him chained to the wall. After all he was a dangerous criminal, and the guards don’t want another escaped prisoner.

As Chris awoke Rachael was there, looming over him. His heart sank, he tried to get up but his one hand was chained to the wall behind his head.

“You look awful” she said.

“I feel awful” he replied.

“That’s good.”

“I was just making my way in a new world. It seems you are doing great.”

He really shouldn’t have said that.

Rachael hit him on the chest as hard as she could.

“I got branded. I almost died.”

Chris winced

“But you didn’t”

She hit him in the face this time. His swollen black and blue face.

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“Ouch you….$#@^#” he snapped.

“Uh uh. That’s not how you talk to a lady” she scolded.

“You’re not a lady” he retorted.

She hit him again

“I can go all day. Can you?” she asked.

“What do you want?”

“Let’s play a guessing game” she suggested “You have to guess what I am thinking.”

“What if I get it wrong?” he asked.

She hit him in reply.

“That’s not fun.” He answered.

“It is for me” she grinned “Let’s start”

“What if I am not ready?” he asked.

She hit him again

He winced. “You’re crazy”

She hit him again.

“Now what do I want?” she asked.

“Ice cream” he suggested.

“Wrong!” she walloped him.

“How am I doing?”

“Great” he ventured.

“Wrong” he clobbered him.

“This is ridicules. I would rather go back to my cell.”

“You can’t, you see I am friends with the queen.”

“That impostor. What’s her name… Tẽra or something.”

“Yes, that queen, and if you accuse her of being an impostor, I will have no choice but to silence you.” Rachael said.

“You’re serious. I am stuck with you.”

She hit him again.

“Yes forever, and forever is a long time.”

She hit him again.

He realised he needed something to warm her up to him. She looked murderous, capable of anything.

“What do I want?” she asked.

He drew on his knowledge of women and jokes about women, he really didn’t have a lot of experience in eating humble pie.

“I am sorry for what I did to you”

“What did you do to me?” she asked, not hitting him.

“I betrayed you and sold you.”

He couldn’t manage anymore; the words were like horseradish sauce in his mouth.

“Yes. You did.” She said calmly

“So, you understand why I am going to hurt you back?”

His eyes got big. His body was already broken. That apology was awful but she was only getting started. Part of him knew it might not be enough, but he thought maybe, maybe he could still impress her as she had liked him, but she was torturing him, he felt like killing her.

Rachael poked his broken ribs.

“What do I want from you?” she asked.

“An apology” it was all he could manage to say.

“No! I want you to hurt.”

She hit him with a poker for a fire.

So, Rachael the socialite dived into the dark side of no return.

Saying, hurting people hurt people would be an understatement. Rachael intended to kill him herself, slowly. After all that’s why she saved him. He made her a fool, kissed her and she believed that maybe they had a chance. Then he sold her to the slave traders that branded her and put her to work cleaning floors. Saying she was embarrassed wouldn’t be really grasping how she felt. Used wouldn’t sum it up either. Maybe used and embarrassed and made a fool of.

So, she had a lot of strong emotions driving her and calling to her from the place of no return.