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Post by rightasrain19 on Mar 11, 2020 23:14:34 GMT
Terrowin whimpered in pain as the blade sliced her skin. Why was this happening to her? She never should have allowed herself to become mixed up with Wolfgang. Worst of all, if she ever saw him again, would she be able to separate him from this horrible scene? Terrowin closed her eyes, unable to look at him. She felt sick, like she was about to vomit, but she stopped struggling. Just let it happen, bear it, and it would be over. She didn't want to give Bram the satisfaction.
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Post by eragon on Mar 13, 2020 21:57:34 GMT
"Look at me, Terrowin," Wolfgang commanded, dragging the tip of the knife from the now open wound on her chest up her neck and over her lips and cheek. "Look at me now or I'll take your eyes out so that you can never look at anyone or anything again." His tone grew colder, more harsh as he continued speaking.
Bram rose and stepped lightly over to the foot of the bed in order to have a better view of the proceedings. Whether she wanted to give him the satisfaction or not, she would be forced to. He wouldn't allow her to simply be a bystander; no, she would fill her role.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Mar 19, 2020 19:25:49 GMT
Terrowin's gasped in pain and opened her eyes, the terror in them wild and frenzied. "Just kill me," She begged, gazing at Wolfgang, wishing with all her heart that the real Wolfgang would swoop in and save her. But she knew it was hopeless. He was trapped in a cell somewhere, and would probably be executed. She wished she could have seen him one last time.
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Post by eragon on Mar 22, 2020 23:14:47 GMT
Wolfgang smiled down at her, an almost sad look in his eyes. "I'm afraid that would be too easy," he said, lifting his other hand to caress her cheek lightly with one finger. He lifted the knife again, surveying her body as if contemplating where to cut next before dragging the blade down her upper arm.
Bram, still watching, was beginning to grow a little bored. Her pain and fear were amusing, but she had figured the game out; she knew this wasn't Wolfgang. Perhaps it was time to draw things to a close for the day. The real Wolfgang's trial was set for later that afternoon, and he would need to be prepared.
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Post by rightasrain19 on Mar 24, 2020 1:54:27 GMT
Terrowin felt more tears leak down her eyes. She wanted to kick and scream and curse Bram. But she was scared that if she looked at him, Wolfgang's image truly would pluck her eyes out. So she shuddered with pain as the knife tore into her arm. She retreated into her mind, thinking of her life on the farm. If she survived this, she would go back there, and she would never try to fit into the lives of the rich and powerful again.
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Post by eragon on Apr 4, 2020 15:22:52 GMT
As easily as Wolfgang's form had appeared in the doorway, it disappeared, snapped out of existence right before Terrowin's eyes. The wounds inflicted by Wolfgang upon her body likewise disappeared, and Bram walked over to the edge of her bed, arms crossed and eyes on her. "We're done for the day," he said, a note of finality in his voice. "Dinner will be brought to you later."
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