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Dawnie and Delaney #2
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Apr 19, 2013 08:14PM
Ecka looked up into his eyes defiantly. "Why are you doing this?" She snarled.
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"It's my duty." He said coldly kicking her.
Ecka felt all the breath knock from her lungs and she curled up in a tight ball. "Death isn't your duty." She spat, feeling blood drip from her wound on her face. "C-Could I at least have some ointment or something...for my face?"
Willie frowned. He threw a tube at her. "Here."
Ecka reached for it but couldn't see anything. She just lay on her side in a tight ball, her shackled ankles bent at an odd angle.
Willie sighed and kneeled down next to her. He gently applied the ointment to her face.
Ecka sighed with what little relief it brought her. "Thank you." She whispered. He might have some kind of dignity or heart.
Willlie nodded. "People won't show you much kindness here." He said coldly. He stood up.
"Please." It sounded cowardice and it was humiliating, but she couldn't be alone. "Stay."
Willie looked down at her. "Fine." He sighed and sat down in a chair. "Are you cold?" He asked her.
"Y-Yes." She stammered, unsure of what else to say. Every single particle of air stung her face.
Willie snapped his fingers and a fire started in the middle of the room. "Better?" He asked.
Ecka had never felt fear, but at the sight of fire, that which had scarred her face, permanatly burning and smoldering. She scrabbled away from the fire, tearing at her ankles so the shackles dug into her skin so hard they drew blood.
"Stop." Willie said coming up to her. His voice was firm. He fixes the shackles so that they bleed, but doesn't clean off the blood.
Ecka bristled at his touch. "Don't you come near me." She growled through clenched teeth, moving again and covering her head with her arms.
Willie sighed angrily. He was short tempered. "I can do whatever I want." He grabbed a whip off the wall. "Just watch."
Ecka's eyes widened. She looked around for some sort of water but she was in a bone dry tent with no grass near. She gasped and realized she couldn't escape.
Willie brought the whip down on her, and slashed her back.
Ecka felt it tear right through the thin fabric of her tunic. She arched her back in pain and cried out. "Stop!!"
But Willie didn't stop. He brought it down again.
Ecka screamed, burying her injured face in the dirt, making her scream further. "Stop it! Stop it!" She pleaded. "Please. I'll do anything you want. I promise."
He whipped her once more before winding it up and putting it away.
Ecka, lying on her stomach, ankles bent once again at odd angles, going raw from the rubbing of metal on their joints started to breath a little slower.
Willie sighed and sat back down into his chair. He put his head in his hands.
"You can leave now." She snarled, not believing that earlier she had asked for his company. She rolled back onto her side, ignoring the incredible pain in both her ankles, face and back, gulping in air.
"I'm not going to. I've been put on guard to watch you." Willie said coldly. "Not that I enjoy it."
"But why are you doing this? What are you getting for not killing me?"
"I don't know. My clan leader told me to bring you back alive." Willie says grimly.
"I wish you would." She said slowly. There was so much blood on her back, running down her ankles, and the skin on her face raw and torn.
"I wish I could too." Willie said sadly. He didn't want her to die, but he didn't want her to suffer either.
Ecka could have taken that in a harsh, cold way, but she could hear the sadness thick in his voice. She closed her eyes, wishing that she could sleep.
Willie closed his eyes and sighed. He did not want this war. Cymbil stood on the battlefield in the after math of the battle. Bodies littered around her. She decided that she was going to get Ecka back, and nothing was going to stop her.
Ecka heard him sigh and opened her eyes. "Could you..." She mustered up both courage and strength enough to talk. "Take off the shackles? I'm too weak to get up. They hurt."
Willie glanced around. "Only for a couple minutes." He said coming over. He took a key and slowly removed them, and set them aside.
"Thank you." Ecka breathed, pulling her legs to her chest and weeping softly.
Willie smiled and sat down next to her. After a moment he said, "Do you have any family?"
"A sister." She replied slowly, breathing hard. She stroked her raw ankles, lying on her good side so her injured face was exposed to the air and her whip marks were starkly permanent. "But that's it."
"Oh. I'm sorry. My family's dead." Willie said. "Killed by the plague."
"Sorry." She whispered, but to be honest, she felt very little sympathy for the man who whipped and burned her.
Willie smiled. "I know you don't feel bad. No one is. And besides, I just whipped you. You shouldn't." He sat with his knees pulled to his chest.
She turned her head, still lying on her side. "I'm sorry you lost your family." She told him honestly. "I just...I guess I can't think straight right now."
Willie nodded. "I understand. It's hard when you first come here."
"Try getting beaten raw and burned until you can't see anything." She snapped, pushing herself back into the dirt. "Why don't you just kill me?"
He shook his head in anger. "Just stop." He stood up and put her shackles back on.
Ecka winced in pain but said nothing. She wondered why he cared anyway. "Why. Not?" She demanded again.
Willie sighed in frustration. "They're holding you in ransom."
Eck sighed and closed her eyes. No one would care. Except her sister. "Ransom for what?" She gritted her teeth.
"For your clan. They heard that they would pay a lot for their strongest warrior." Willie explained.
"You're using me to take over my clan?!" She spat, ignoring the pain it took to so much as use her mouth. She sat up quickly, crying out and stared at him. "That's sick."
"Hey! It's not me, it's the clan. I can't go against their wishes. I only follow them."
