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Post by eragon on Jan 24, 2020 4:14:05 GMT
Bram pushed open the door to Terrowin's cell and stepped inside. He was closely followed by a servant carrying a tray containing toasted bread, butter, jam, cheese, and fruit, all of which looked surprisingly edible. Perhaps it seemed arrogant of him to show his captive to another person, but this woman, just like the servant who had brought Terrowin her dinner last night, wouldn't recall Terrowin's existence by the time she reached the stairs, thanks to Bram's tampering.
Bram motioned for the nervous-looking servant to deposit the tray on the table in the middle of the room, watched with a small smile as she hurriedly left, and then turned his attention to Terrowin. "Join me," he said, as he sat down at the table. It was clear by his tone that this was an order, not an invitation.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 26, 2020 20:57:17 GMT
Terrowin had spent her time curled up on her bed, trembling with fear. Sometimes she would cry, but today, her eyes were dry. Her blonde hair was a bit of a mess, considering she hadn't washed or brushed it recently, and she was worried her clothes would begin to smell. When Bram entered she stirred, reluctantly rising from her bed. It wouldn't do her any good to resist him. Like a whipped dog, she slunk over to the chair and settled in, eyeing the food. "You are eating with me today?"
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Post by eragon on Jan 28, 2020 2:33:13 GMT
Bram watched as she rose from the bed, suddenly realizing he'd given her no means to groom and bathe herself. He would need to have water, soap, and fresh clothes brought to her soon, as he had no more interest than she did in her beginning to smell. Satisfied by her timely approach to the table, Bram plucked a strawberry from the tray and then pushed it toward Terrowin. In truth, he'd already eaten, but he knew the necessity of her observing him as her provider; she needed to see that he was the one who was the source of her meals, her comfort, not just the servants he ordered to bring it down. "Yes," he said, taking a bite from the piece of fruit. "Is it to your satisfaction?" He motioned at the food.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Jan 28, 2020 21:32:32 GMT
"Y-yes my lord," She murmured, her gaze focused on the table. She took the strawberry and bit into it, realizing how hungry she was. She ate with more fervor, but silently. She didn't want to make conversation with Bram. True, she was beginning to look forward to his visits, as it meant some creature comfort in one way or another. But she loathed the man, and she would only give him as much as he demanded of her. Nothing would ever be offered. Her heart ached for Wolfgang. Without him, no one would miss a lowly peasant girl.
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Post by eragon on Feb 5, 2020 23:29:26 GMT
Bram watched her as she ate, feeling somewhat amused by her fervor; she hadn't been denied food since being down here, yet she acted as if this would be her last meal. He waited until she had finished every morsel from the plate before he leaned forward across the table, elbows on the surface, and rested his chin on his hands. It was time to begin, he thought. The door to the cell swung open suddenly, and in the door frame stood a version of Wolfgang melded from Bram's powers but indistinguishable from the real thing. "Ah, our guest is here," Bram said without turning to look and smiled faintly.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Feb 6, 2020 22:08:16 GMT
“Wolfgang!” Terrowin cries out and immediately rose form her chair, knocking it backward in her excitement. She ran to him, forgetting about Bram. It was such a relief to see him, and she felt the feelings of love overwhelm her again. She cried as she grabbed hold of him, hugging him tightly.
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Post by eragon on Feb 8, 2020 0:20:38 GMT
As Terrowin stood and ran to the fake Wolfgang, Bram's faint smile grew, and he turned to watch the pair. Wolfgang didn't reciprocate Terrowin's hug. Instead, he shrugged her away and looked at her with disappointment and betrayal in his eyes. "How could you do this to me? I needed your help, Terrowin, and instead you've gone and gotten yourself locked up like a foolish little girl. The only one there to defend me now is Sasha. Perhaps that's best though; the words of a foolish little girl wouldn't hold up in a trial anyway." Wolfgang's hands were bound in front of him, and a guard, another illusion created by Bram, stood just behind him, maintaining the guise that Wolfgang was under imprisonment despite the visit to her.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Feb 8, 2020 21:08:24 GMT
"W-what?" Terrowin stepped back, hurt and shocked by his words. "Wolfgang, I'm so sorry. I tried to help you, I did." She felt her lower lip quivering with emotion, her blue eyes flooding with the tears. Terrowin was a sensitive, simple girl who had never had to experience this sort of pain. She turned to look at Bram, "Bram please, can't you help us?" She begged him, seeing him as a powerful figure who could perhaps save them both. "Please... Wolfgang, I love you. I would do anything to help you get out of here."
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Post by eragon on Feb 13, 2020 1:04:32 GMT
Bram watched Terrowin's eyes flood with tears impassively. Good, he thought, that she was beginning to know how it felt. Recreating his own hurt was, in a way, quite therapeutic. "I'm afraid it's out of my hands," he said, though there was little sympathy or regret in his voice.
Wolfgang looked back at Terrowin coldly. "You love me? Why would someone who loves me do this? You don't love me Terrowin. You're lying to both of us when you say that."
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Post by rightasrain19 on Feb 16, 2020 0:14:15 GMT
"How could you say that?" Terrowin felt her heart breaking, buying into the illusion Bram was creating, not even thinking twice about it. She didn't understand why this was happening to her, and even if Bram had explained, she would never have been able to accept cruelty for the sake of cruelty. Terrowin fell to her knees at Wolfgang's feet, "I don't understand, Wolfgang. What did I do wrong?" she cried, trembling.
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Post by eragon on Feb 20, 2020 3:36:25 GMT
The guard nudged Wolfgang into the small room, then closed and bolted the door and untied the restraints on the man's hands before Terrowin fell to Wolfgang's feet. "You tried to love a monster," Wolfgang answered, his eyes darkening. "And for that, I have to punish you, so you'll never make the same mistake again." His hand whipped out, slapping her hard across the face, hard enough to knock her off balance.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Feb 26, 2020 17:09:32 GMT
Terrowin gasped in shock and pain and fell backward, her face stinging with the slap. She regained her feet, holding her cheek in shock. This wasn’t Wolfgang, this couldn’t be. “Stop!” She cried, not to Wolfgang, but to Bram. Even though she was beginning to realize that this was an illusion, it didn’t break her heart any less.
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Post by eragon on Mar 2, 2020 0:22:47 GMT
Bram spread his hands in a gesture of innocence. "It's not me, Terrowin," he said, his voice sincere as the lie dropped from his lips. "You said you wanted to see Wolfgang, so we're letting you see him. We can't help that he wants to punish you."
As he spoke, Wolfgang grabbed the restraints that the guard had just removed from him and shoved them onto Terrowin's wrists, binding them tightly. He then hefted her to her feet and threw her down onto the bed. An array of knives and other wicked looking devices appeared on the table that she had been eating breakfast at only shortly ago, another manifestation of Bram's abilities. Wolfgang turned to the table and selected a small, terribly sharp knife, then turned back to Terrowin, now helpless on the bed. "This might hurt, but you have to learn," Wolfgang said.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Mar 4, 2020 21:05:03 GMT
"No!" Terrowin was screaming now, struggling. There was fear in her eyes, like a wild animal backed into a corner. "Please, let me go! I haven't done anything wrong!" She cried, her throat hoarse and raw. This was a nightmare. Of all of the horrors she could have ever imagined befalling her, this would have been the worst. "Please Bram, please! I'll do anything!" she cried, tears dripping down her rosy cheeks as she eyed the knife, trembling. "Please Wolfgang," she whispered, though she knew it wasn't him. She couldn't separate this image from the true man she loved, and that would be the worst pain of all.
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Post by eragon on Mar 5, 2020 4:28:02 GMT
"Don't you get it?" Bram scoffed. "It doesn't matter if you've done anything wrong, Terrowin." He paused at her next phrase, seeming almost amused, and said, "You'd do anything, really? That seems like a foolish offer." Bram watched the tears dripping down her cheeks with impassivity, feeling no empathy for her and no remorse for the pain he was causing her. It didn't feel as good, though, as he'd expected it to, which was irritating. Maybe when the knife actually sliced into her, maybe then it would.
Wolfgang lowered the knife and gently ran it's edge along her cheek. He didn't use enough pressure to cut the skin, but the blade was sharp, and the cold metal stung still nonetheless. He dragged it down to her collarbone and drew a cut along its length. Blood bubbled immediately from beneath her skin and began trickling onto the neck of her shirt. His eyes met hers, but he didn't respond to her plea.
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