Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

Fuck You Very Much

Let me tell you a story about a woman who fell into two crowds: the good and the bad.
Of course, there are pros and cons to each category, but I suppose it only depends on the way you look at it...

TW!: Swearing, torture, physical abuse, water torture, drowning, mentions of guns & knives, sexual themes, threats

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Kam couldn't breathe.
She had taken a deep breath before being forced into her current situation, but it still didn't seem like enough. Her face felt wet and dry at the same time, but not for the reason you would think. She couldn't hear anything but white noise, which was peaceful in its own way given the circumstance. Kam was on her knees, but her ankles weren't tied. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and yet she didn't move. It was broad daylight; it would've been stupid to run now.

The funny thing about the human body, is that the throat cannot breathe and swallow at the same time. Since Kam could not breathe, she swallowed. There was no taste, but if it cooled down her esophagus, she would take it. As she felt the harsh tug of her scalp, her mouth sucked in as much of the liquid as she could and held it there.

Her eyes squinted as her face was brought out from a large bucket, water flying almost everywhere with the quick motion. Her hands were still bound, but they weren't tied to a tree this time. The motion gave her whiplash, her black, now wet, hair being flung over her scalp. Her shirt was practically dripping from her shoulders down, sticking to her chest slightly.

"Where's Colm O'Driscoll?" that same, annoying voice growled in her ears. Kam opened her eyes to view Arthur, an angry expression covering his face.

Arthur had been dunking the O'Driscoll's face in a metal bucket of water for about 10 minutes now, trying to use the water from Mr. Pearson's wagon as a torture method. He asked the same question every time he forced Kam to resurface the pale. "I asked you a question, boah." Arthur was really annoying. However, Kam loved to mess with him as much as she could.

Kam spewed the water she held from her mouth, splattering it all over Arthur's face, dampening his clothes and hair. "Oh! Thank you, Arthur! That hit the spot!" Kam smiled slyly, earning a groan from the taller man as he shoved her face back into the bucket.

With his other hand, Arthur wiped the water from his face, taking off his hat in the process. "I hate this O'Driscoll." Arthur was getting frustrated; anyone could see that.

"How's it comin' along, Arthur?" Dutch walked up to his son with his hands on his hips.

"Not too well. This boah's really startin' to get on my nerves." the dirty-blonde haired man glanced up at Dutch, his hand still holding Kam's face into the water.

Dutch gestured for Arthur to bring the O'Driscoll's head from the bucket and the younger man complied. With another harsh yank of her hair, Kam's head went flying from the water and nearly splashed both men this time. Because Arthur had pushed her face into the water so quickly, Kam wasn't able to get as deep as a breath as she was last time.

As her face dripped from the water, Kam let out exasperated gasps and coughs. She felt like water had gotten into her lungs and her body was trying to repair the problem, without any luck, of course. She didn't show signs of struggle when her head was underwater, mostly because struggle was a sign of weakness.

There was a small moment of calmness when the hand from the roots of Kam's hair left, before another hand grabbed her collar and hoisted her onto her feet. Her face, still dripping, washed off most of the dirt and blood from previous torture methods not 3 days ago. She blinked her eyes open to be met with that same hard, dark, and muscular face, Dutch.