The Queen of Hell

Chapter 11

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"Ah ah ah. You can stop that foul language right now." He said as if I was his child. I rolled my eyes at his response. Considering our history - and what he did to me - he had no right to tell me what to do. Some of me was fighting to attack him but most of me was still traumatised by him.

I pushed my emotions down as I surveyed him, noticing several large, ugly scars that hadn't healed properly. They were long and bumpy, some reaching the length of one limb.

Trying to distract myself I let my mind turn to those, clutching to them like a life vest. I started to smirk but my thoughts turned it into a scowl. Scars meant you won - that you survived.

And he shouldn't have survived. He should be lying in a ditch, almost completely decomposed, not missed and barely remembered.

I also noticed the Tricard guild symbol peeking out of his shoe, meaning my assumptions were correct; Same guild, same leader, whole new level of screwed.

I decided that I needed the handcuffs off and, very quietly and with discrete movements, picked up where I left off and continued unpicking the 2 sets of handcuffs around my wrist. I just had to keep him talking so I had more time.

The sarcasm needed to come back and I had to put that panic attack in the past, to block it out and hopefully never return to.

"So, almighty dick sitting on the throne, to what do I owe this displeasure?" I said as I stood, my voice snobbish, watching his agitation grow. "Well Queen of Hell, I intend to return the favour from a few years ago." Click, there went the first pair of handcuffs, but I was still holding them as if nothing had happened. "But not right away of course, we have to build up to it," Click. I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, mostly because I didn't bother to listen.

"So I hope you get-"

"Do I get extra points if I act like I care?" I asked, cutting him off with my bored tone. I threw the handcuffs up to him and smirked at his startled expression. I started to walk back and forth as I rubbed my wrists out. "You know, you really should've seen that coming. Handcuffs?" I made a dismissive noise that turned into a quiet mocking laugh.

"Ok, I've had quite enough, take her to the room." The guards circled around me again, this time carrying more handcuffs and some rope to secure them. I laughed as they bound my hands and lifted both my arms above my head to wave to Frank as I was escorted out.

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I was guided down 4 sets of stairs, humming to myself nonchalantly. We reached the room and by the stale air and crisp coolness, I could tell it was underground. And of course, there was no window; it was a common strategy used to disorient the person held within.

As I was pushed into the uncomfortable metal chair I heard a soft electrical buzz before I spotted the 4 security cameras in the top corners of the room. My ankles were handcuffed to the legs of the table, which unfortunately was one that slid and locked in place so I couldn't just slide the handcuffs off. Then my hands were handcuffed to a bar attached to the also-metal table and then secured with rope after my stunt before. There were 4 pairs of handcuffs securing me, plus the rope around my wrists. "Geez. Am I really that scary?" I asked one of the guards, but he just stared straight ahead, looking resolutely at the wall and ignoring me. "Great. I love talking to myself" I rolled my eyes as they left without a word.

I didn't bother trying to unpick the handcuffs this time but I did realise that the guards did a pretty good job at securing me as I only had very limited movement.

I sat still for a few minutes, just listening. I could hear the cameras focusing and unfocusing but that was about it - it must've been a soundproofed room.