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Achilles is lounging upon his bed, Petra, still with her hands tied on a pallet he’s gotten for her. “If you would simply cooperate things would be much easier my dear.” Petra glowers, but doesn’t move. Once, she would have, but it is not worth getting beaten down by Achilles.
She was free, of sorts, to move about the room, to read, use the bathroom, anything really. Just so long as she didn’t get near the door. Oh, yes, it was always locked but there are ways to undo locks, brute force being one of them.
“Drop the dear and the ‘my’.” Petra says dryly glancing around the room. “I am not yours, nor am I dear to you.”
“You hurt me Petra, did you not know that your heart has been mine from the first day we met? Someday, you will realize this, and then we will return to my world and proceeded to conquer it, rather then let the Wiggin ruin everything.” There is a rather contented and satisfied look upon Achilles face as he speaks. “We are very alike.” He stands and wanders around the room, touching various things as he speaks.
“We both love power.” Petra is getting ready to deny it when Achilles stops her, “Else you would not be with that Madrid boy, perfect access to the Jedi.” He says the last word like someone who has only learned it a few days ago, carefully. “In your own world, you are the toy of the Hegemon, to the public it makes him real, and for you? You get command of every army. The Wiggin is too stupid to realize that he must put a leash on you, you could overrun him and install yourself as the main power easily.”
Petra shakes her head. “You have got it all wrong.” But Achilles doesn’t listen. He comes and kneels beside her, and kisses her, and she holds dead still. This is twice. But he cannot kill her here. It will be somewhere else.
“Come with me, of your own free will.” His voice is low, compelling. She says nothing. He runs a finger down her cheek and then stands and walks to the door. “Be a good girl. We would not like for your friends to get wind of what is going on.”
She was free, of sorts, to move about the room, to read, use the bathroom, anything really. Just so long as she didn’t get near the door. Oh, yes, it was always locked but there are ways to undo locks, brute force being one of them.
“Drop the dear and the ‘my’.” Petra says dryly glancing around the room. “I am not yours, nor am I dear to you.”
“You hurt me Petra, did you not know that your heart has been mine from the first day we met? Someday, you will realize this, and then we will return to my world and proceeded to conquer it, rather then let the Wiggin ruin everything.” There is a rather contented and satisfied look upon Achilles face as he speaks. “We are very alike.” He stands and wanders around the room, touching various things as he speaks.
“We both love power.” Petra is getting ready to deny it when Achilles stops her, “Else you would not be with that Madrid boy, perfect access to the Jedi.” He says the last word like someone who has only learned it a few days ago, carefully. “In your own world, you are the toy of the Hegemon, to the public it makes him real, and for you? You get command of every army. The Wiggin is too stupid to realize that he must put a leash on you, you could overrun him and install yourself as the main power easily.”
Petra shakes her head. “You have got it all wrong.” But Achilles doesn’t listen. He comes and kneels beside her, and kisses her, and she holds dead still. This is twice. But he cannot kill her here. It will be somewhere else.
“Come with me, of your own free will.” His voice is low, compelling. She says nothing. He runs a finger down her cheek and then stands and walks to the door. “Be a good girl. We would not like for your friends to get wind of what is going on.”