Goddess Of Ashes and Sun

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Shea)

Mark spat blood at my feet. "Go to hell."

I smiled. "We're here honey, get used to it."

Mark closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I'd been torturing him for about two hours now, and I hadn't got much out of him.

"You know, if you don't have any useful information to give, then I guess we have no use for you, so I get to kill you and send your corpse to your fellow rebels," I said sweetly.

He raised his head, blood dripping off his nose. "Go ahead, I would rather die than tell you anything."

I smiled and put a finger under his chin, forcing his head to eye level.

"What about your pretty friend? Would you rather her die than you tell me anything?"

His mouth twitched but he didn't respond.

"Guards! Bring me, that red-headed tík!" I called.

Mark glared at me, his breathing ragged.

"You can stop me, all you have to do is..." I placed my hand on his bare chest and whispered into his ear, "Betray your cause and tell me where Clyde is."

He was trembling but still didn't respond.

"Hmmm... We're doing this the fun way then? Goodie I was getting bored of you." I turned to the door as a guard entered with that red-haired girl, Boston. Pity, I was just starting to like her.

"What should we start with?" I asked cheerfully, gesturing at her body with my long dagger.

"You're a traitor, Shea!" he yelled, pulling against his chains.

"Earlobe it is," I decided.

I grabbed a fist full of hair, yanked her head to the side, and placed the tip of my dagger on her ear.

"You ready sweetie? Just remember, this is his fault." And I began to slice at the limp flesh of the ear. I took off a bit more than I was planning and she let out a little hiss of pain.

"You were going strong until the end, shame," I mused.

"You're a monster," Mark spat.

"Indeed, shall we move on?" I said, waving the piece of flesh in their faces. "What's your name again? You were so dull I've already forgotten" I asked her, putting my hand on top of her head.

"Boston," she answered, her voice cool and even. Something flashed in Mark's eyes.

"Change your mind? Or shall I stab Boston twenty times?" I said, miming the actions.

"I-I-I," he stammered, staring at Boston with wide eyes.

"Mark, honey, take a breath and answer coherently please," I sighed.

"What was it you wanted to know?"

"Where is the Elder Clyde?" With each word, I inched my blade closer to her throat.

"I don't know exactly where he is, because he moves around a lot, but where he sometimes is is a hut right on the border of the Reka Forest, on the Goatis Territory!" Mark said frantically.

I frowned.

"Why are you so chatty all of a sudden? Do you have some special feelings for her?"

He didn't answer.

"Okay then, there's another way of finding this out," I turned to Boston, "Have you screwed this dumb ass?"

"Over my dead body," she answered calmly.

Mark flinched.

"Oooh, I've got a feeling there's history here! So that means that either Boston has lied to me," Boston stiffened slightly, "OR Mark has something he wants to tell you Boston! Ooo Hoo! This! Is... pathetic." I clapped my hands together. "So this is what I'll do, I'll let Mark go and let you two catch up, IF! Mark tells me..." I paused dramatically, tapping my chin in mock thought, "If he tells me the names of everyone in the Freeland Rebels. I'll give you some time to think about it. Just spit it out when you're ready."