Wildberry 20 & Rhubarb 3
Author: Casey
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy universe, Post NIEE
Challenges: Wildberry 20 (appointment) & Rhubarb 3 (easy for you to say)
Toppings & Extras: Caramel
Word Count: 563
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan meets her captor.
Notes: Follows on this. Been blocked for over a month. Trying to get back on the wagon! This might end up being my NaNo plot for this year.
Morgan was uncertain how long it had been since she’d first woke, but near as she could tell, it had been two or three days, based solely off the fact they had fed her three times and she was always starving by the time it arrived - meaning significant time lapse.
They were cautiously, perhaps overly so. The food was slipped through a slot on the bottom of the door that only swung in and fit so closely no light shown around the edges. The first time, she’d attempted to talk to the person who delivered it, but their only response was to kick the door by her head - setting it ringing, a lovely side effect of the concussion she no doubt had. She hadn’t bothered to try again.
When she finally heard more than one set of footprints, she perked up. Three people - as far as she could tell - meant a change in the routine and, at this point, she was ready for just about any change, good or bad. Add to that she still didn’t know where her husband was, if he was even there, and Morgan was ready for answers.
She scrambled to her feet as a key turned in the lock. She braced herself, closing her eyes to slits in hope she might retain some vision. The door swung open, the light stabbing at her viciously. Morgan made out three forms but no details since they were backlit and at least two held torches, no doubt on purpose.
A beat passed, perhaps as much as a minute, as Morgan furiously blinked away tears and waited for them to make the first move.
“Morgan Campbell Rees,” a male voice said, drawing the words out in a way that made Morgan clamp down on a shudder.
“What’s it to you?” she asked, even mor certain now this man was not those after her and Mal for the set-up. Something about the emphasis on her last name - her married name. Her vision was slowly starting to clear, giving her a better look at her three visitors. Two, she immediately identified as the brute strength so she focused her attention on the one in the middle.
“You married Malcolm, despite his cracks and breaks. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you. To try and figure you out close up.”
It took Morgan a minute, mind dulled by the three days of inactivity and encroaching boredom, but there was too much in that sentence to ignore the obvious. “So you’re Victor.”
He laughed. “Bravo, Morgan. I can call you Morgan, right?”
“If I were to say no, would it stop you?” she asked, swiping a hand across her face to clear the last of the tears.
“Probably not.”
“Then go right ahead. So I suppose we have you to thank for the bogus charges.”
“You’re welcome. I thought I’d let you and Malcolm have some quality time before I break him.”
“Forgive me for not being all that appreciative.”
Victor merely smiled. “Come along, it’s time to move to Step Two.”
“And if I don’t?”
“That’s why I brought the muscle and I think you’d do just about anything to be out of this cell right now,” he said pleasantly. “Now, shall we?”
Morgan studied him for a minute and then finally nodded. “Fine,” she said flatly, stepping to him.
Victor’s smile grew.
Story: Nothing is Ever Easy universe, Post NIEE
Challenges: Wildberry 20 (appointment) & Rhubarb 3 (easy for you to say)
Toppings & Extras: Caramel
Word Count: 563
Rating: PG
Summary: Morgan meets her captor.
Notes: Follows on this. Been blocked for over a month. Trying to get back on the wagon! This might end up being my NaNo plot for this year.
Morgan was uncertain how long it had been since she’d first woke, but near as she could tell, it had been two or three days, based solely off the fact they had fed her three times and she was always starving by the time it arrived - meaning significant time lapse.
They were cautiously, perhaps overly so. The food was slipped through a slot on the bottom of the door that only swung in and fit so closely no light shown around the edges. The first time, she’d attempted to talk to the person who delivered it, but their only response was to kick the door by her head - setting it ringing, a lovely side effect of the concussion she no doubt had. She hadn’t bothered to try again.
When she finally heard more than one set of footprints, she perked up. Three people - as far as she could tell - meant a change in the routine and, at this point, she was ready for just about any change, good or bad. Add to that she still didn’t know where her husband was, if he was even there, and Morgan was ready for answers.
She scrambled to her feet as a key turned in the lock. She braced herself, closing her eyes to slits in hope she might retain some vision. The door swung open, the light stabbing at her viciously. Morgan made out three forms but no details since they were backlit and at least two held torches, no doubt on purpose.
A beat passed, perhaps as much as a minute, as Morgan furiously blinked away tears and waited for them to make the first move.
“Morgan Campbell Rees,” a male voice said, drawing the words out in a way that made Morgan clamp down on a shudder.
“What’s it to you?” she asked, even mor certain now this man was not those after her and Mal for the set-up. Something about the emphasis on her last name - her married name. Her vision was slowly starting to clear, giving her a better look at her three visitors. Two, she immediately identified as the brute strength so she focused her attention on the one in the middle.
“You married Malcolm, despite his cracks and breaks. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you. To try and figure you out close up.”
It took Morgan a minute, mind dulled by the three days of inactivity and encroaching boredom, but there was too much in that sentence to ignore the obvious. “So you’re Victor.”
He laughed. “Bravo, Morgan. I can call you Morgan, right?”
“If I were to say no, would it stop you?” she asked, swiping a hand across her face to clear the last of the tears.
“Probably not.”
“Then go right ahead. So I suppose we have you to thank for the bogus charges.”
“You’re welcome. I thought I’d let you and Malcolm have some quality time before I break him.”
“Forgive me for not being all that appreciative.”
Victor merely smiled. “Come along, it’s time to move to Step Two.”
“And if I don’t?”
“That’s why I brought the muscle and I think you’d do just about anything to be out of this cell right now,” he said pleasantly. “Now, shall we?”
Morgan studied him for a minute and then finally nodded. “Fine,” she said flatly, stepping to him.
Victor’s smile grew.