Day 8

Rachael reluctantly took Spice to see Chris. Her time of making him pay for what he had done had come to an end. She felt robbed of her revenge. He deserved to suffer. She could have died from infection. She was still weak from it. But anger was a powerful motivator and she was filled with it.

Spice assessed his wounds, he looked pretty bad. She wasn’t sure all his injuries were from getting beaten up in the dungeon. But she had no way of really knowing. She dressed his wounds and asked for guards to be put at his door.

Rachael watched as Spice dressed his wounds.

“Chris I am not done with you.” She told him.

He looked at her.

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“I think the doc here will disagree. When I am well, I will kill you.” The sincerity was felt. He meant it.

“You won’t get well.” Rachael wasn’t done

“When we return home, you will be a rotten memory.”

“We will see who wins this.” He scorned.

Chris was confident now that a doctor had come to see him that he would be out of there in no time at all. Then he would kill Rachael, charm the queen and become the most powerful man in the new world.

Chris believed in himself. This is clear. He never sold himself short. A good quality wasted on a bad man. He knew he was good-looking. He believed every woman would be his and he wanted the world, money, women and people to fear his name. He had most of those on earth and he believed he could have it in Chayim too and more.

However, Rachael was cleaver and driven by the hatred inside her to make him suffer. Honestly, she wanted him to be afraid and feel powerless like she had been when he sold her to those savages that branded her.

Fear drove her to escape even if it meant dying, for she had been too afraid to stay. She had trusted him even when it was a clearly a bad idea and he betrayed her. Her trust was shattered. Her self-esteem was beaten and her view of things shifted.

Rachael added a poisonous leaf to the mix Spice had prepared. So that when Chris’s dressings got changed, he would still suffer. If she couldn’t get to him directly anymore, she would get to him indirectly. Spice would never know what happened or why. She’d just have to treat his poisoned flesh as well.

Hell, hath no fury like a woman scorned!