He inches closer towards Fredrick.
His wicked grin only growing bigger. Like he's been dreaming of this."We'll start easy," he says, "who are you?"
Fredrick sighs, "Someone you shouldn't mess with."
He stands taller than the guard. More confident too.
Oh you dumbass.
The whip lands on his face, making its mark on it.
"Who. Are. You?"
"My answer won't change you coward!"
Another whip.
"Who are you?"
I curse the shit out of Fredrick. Oh, please, just get this over with.
"Someone you shouldn't mess with." Fredrick's smile stretches wider, replacing the guard's smirk, who's now very clearly disturbed.
"Ugh. This will indeed take all day.⥞✦⥟
A couple of hours pass of me on my feet watching poor Fredrick get whipped while still on the third question.
"Who are you?", "What' your crime?, "Who's Augustine Kensworthy to you?"
The last question seems to have taken Fredrick back.
I don't even think he has an answer for that. Nor do I.By now, they've taken his shirt off, as his face wasn't a wide enough canvas to stretch their marks.
Blood and sweat triple down his perfectly sculpted abdomen.
God damn it, I shouldn't find this hot."Who is. Augustine Kensworthy to you?" The guard's snarky voice demands.
Oh how annoying he sounds."None of you business!"
The guard gets enough of this, "You obviously wouldn't mind if we do this?" He walks closer to me and cups my boobs with the snarky grin returning.
Disgust fills me. I feel as though bile has risen to my stomach and will any moment make it's appearance out of my mouth.
I try to fight his grip on me. I try to remove his wretched hands off of my body. But I can't. I absolutely have no control over my bodyI hate it.
I hate it.
I hate it.My eyes prickle with water as I scream, "fuck off, you pervert."
I gather a lump in my mouth and spit at him. Perfectly aiming for his face.
He looks at me with disgust, steps back and wipes his face.Wrath fills Fredrick and it threatens to spill out.
He fights the guard behind him yet one more time. This time though, more regal.
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Historical FictionAn assassination. A monarchy. A depriving love. Augustine amongst her crew ride along a quest. A quest to assassinating a prince. A hazardous menacing game that brings forth feelings blurred by lines of what is and what isn't. Only to have the large...