11-18-2016, 12:54 AM
Seiben laid on her bed in the darkened room, her face lit by a single candle on the table beside her. The miqo'te’s back was bare in the dim orange glow, yet obscured by the dark.
Morgan would return soon. She had been thorough in her treatment, even going as far as to lay bags of ice on Sei’s back to numb the pain while she was gone. But they had mostly melted and now laid somewhere on the floor below. The heat and swelling was beginning to resurface.
3 down. 3 to go.
Zes was gone.... Both Eins and Drei had died by her hands. Both had been so pathetic in the end. And death served them right.
Father would be pleased.
As sick as the memory of the two’s last moments had made her, this thought made her sicker. Her stomach churned, and on impulse, the miqo'te turned on her side. She instantly knew this was a mistake.
Like being stung by a hive of wasps all at once. Sei winced and gripped tightly to her bed sheet.
Damn what father wanted. Damn it to the hell he was in along with his precious legacy.
“And damn his fucking map,” Sei whimpered. She gritted her teeth as tears streamed down her face.
In being severed Sei had tasted this freedom for the first time. Before she had thought it impossible. Now that she had felt it's temptation, she yearned for it. And today, as she had glared down into her brother's eyes as his life rested in her hands, it had grown tenfold.
Four of seven. Three more and it would be over…. She could be free... And so could Morgan.
Sei had returned to resting on her chest, but the burns had yet to subside. All she could do was wait for Morgan to come back. She would be back soon.
To bide and to count the time, Sei closed her eyes and began murmuring to herself numbers in a foreign tongue she had learned many years ago .
“Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fif, Zes…. Seiben….”
Seven.
I hate that number.
Morgan would return soon. She had been thorough in her treatment, even going as far as to lay bags of ice on Sei’s back to numb the pain while she was gone. But they had mostly melted and now laid somewhere on the floor below. The heat and swelling was beginning to resurface.
3 down. 3 to go.
Zes was gone.... Both Eins and Drei had died by her hands. Both had been so pathetic in the end. And death served them right.
Father would be pleased.
As sick as the memory of the two’s last moments had made her, this thought made her sicker. Her stomach churned, and on impulse, the miqo'te turned on her side. She instantly knew this was a mistake.
Like being stung by a hive of wasps all at once. Sei winced and gripped tightly to her bed sheet.
Damn what father wanted. Damn it to the hell he was in along with his precious legacy.
“And damn his fucking map,” Sei whimpered. She gritted her teeth as tears streamed down her face.
In being severed Sei had tasted this freedom for the first time. Before she had thought it impossible. Now that she had felt it's temptation, she yearned for it. And today, as she had glared down into her brother's eyes as his life rested in her hands, it had grown tenfold.
Four of seven. Three more and it would be over…. She could be free... And so could Morgan.
Sei had returned to resting on her chest, but the burns had yet to subside. All she could do was wait for Morgan to come back. She would be back soon.
To bide and to count the time, Sei closed her eyes and began murmuring to herself numbers in a foreign tongue she had learned many years ago .
“Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Fif, Zes…. Seiben….”
Seven.
I hate that number.