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Her conscious mind had erased most of the memories from her everyday mind- It was the only way to cope. Nevertheless, her unconscious mind remembered everything. Often the memories surge forward while she sleeps, helpless and unable to escape. She screams in her sleep, as if the torture was happening anew, as if it was real again..
Achilles lies on his bed and watches his captive. He knew she was asleep, the sweat pouring down her face and eyes clamped shut. The screaming never lasted long, and was soon over. Petra slumps back onto her pallet her eyes flying open. Achilles closes his yes, feigning sleep. She did not know she screamed, just that she dreamed. Petra curses the memories and turns over as far as her bonds will let her.
She will be asleep in an hour. Until then, Achilles feigns sleep. When at last her breathing is even he sits up and looks at her again.
Fett told him little about where her nightmares came from. Only she had been tortured, nearly to death, by another incarnation of Achilles. Silently the boy curses that incarnation, she would be his by now if he did not have to fight those memories, that instinctive distrust. A voice breaks into his musings, and he sits up straighter.
“Madrid….”
Achilles smiles, There was his leverage. Of course, the boy would have to die after… but… he could be useful none the less.
Achilles lies on his bed and watches his captive. He knew she was asleep, the sweat pouring down her face and eyes clamped shut. The screaming never lasted long, and was soon over. Petra slumps back onto her pallet her eyes flying open. Achilles closes his yes, feigning sleep. She did not know she screamed, just that she dreamed. Petra curses the memories and turns over as far as her bonds will let her.
She will be asleep in an hour. Until then, Achilles feigns sleep. When at last her breathing is even he sits up and looks at her again.
Fett told him little about where her nightmares came from. Only she had been tortured, nearly to death, by another incarnation of Achilles. Silently the boy curses that incarnation, she would be his by now if he did not have to fight those memories, that instinctive distrust. A voice breaks into his musings, and he sits up straighter.
“Madrid….”
Achilles smiles, There was his leverage. Of course, the boy would have to die after… but… he could be useful none the less.