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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 18:20:48 GMT -5
The gardens outside Mason's Keep.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 18:21:21 GMT -5
Frances Sand lead the way into the gardens, well aware of the pursuing guards. "Nice, in the evening, is it not?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 18:33:22 GMT -5
"It's very nice," she agreed, looking around at the greenery. It was a bit colder than she had expected it to be and she was grateful for the long sleeves of her gown.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 18:41:45 GMT -5
Frances nodded, leading the way along a path, past a tall bush and through a small patch of trees. "A nice, quiet spot," Frances said, dropping his harp and grabbing Arania, pushing her again a tree, hand over her mouth. "Go on, struggle," He said, an emotionless look in his eyes.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 18:56:19 GMT -5
The wind was half knocked out of her as he pushed her against the rough bark of the tree. She kicked herself. Being so far from home was making her stupid. How many times would it take for her to learn not to follow strangers. She didn't struggle, confident her men would be upon them soon enough. Her eyes just looked back at his coldly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 18:59:10 GMT -5
Frances smiled without a hint of emotion, the other hand slowly going to his belt, where he pulled a long, thin-bladed dagger from. "I like your teeth," He said dully.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 20:03:43 GMT -5
When the guards didn't come crashing around the corner, a cold knot of fear began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her mouth, twisting her head, trying to scream. She moved so much with her upper body trying to distract him from the knee she brought up to jab him in the groin.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 20:10:05 GMT -5
Unfortunately for her Frances had been in a situation like this many times before. He shifted aside, avoiding the knock to his balls and pressed the tip of the dagger softly against the side of her eye. "Quiet now, my sweet," He whispered, lowering his hand and pulling something out of his pocket which he held between two fingers.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 20:14:10 GMT -5
Immediately, she froze, eyes wide. She could see it in her peripherals, the dagger, poised to slice her eye from the socket. Her breath grew ragged, frantic. What was he doing? She couldn't look down, and the suspense frightened her more than the knife.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 20:19:10 GMT -5
Frances pushed his two fingers into her mouth and dropped something on Arania's tongue. "Swallow or lose the eye," He said, his voice as cold as the night.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 20:31:12 GMT -5
She gagged on his fingers, forcing something in her mouth. She started to sob, choking, but managing to swallow whatever vile thing he put on her tongue. "What was it?" she managed to ask between sobs.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 20:34:00 GMT -5
Her body answered for her, as Arania felt her legs collapse under her, falling to the ground. She couldn't move her arms or legs, no inch of her body. "Better," Frances said, kneeling down and looking into Arania's eyes. "Do you want to hear me sing?" He asked, holding up his knife.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 20:36:48 GMT -5
That was more terrifying than anything. She lay on the ground, feeling her heartbeat strong in her chest, her arms and legs tingling...but she was immobile. There was dirt on her face, she could feel it, and a leaf stabbing into her ear, but she could not brush them away. And him with the knife...she could not brush that away either.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 20:40:53 GMT -5
Frances began to hum quietly as he put a finger into the corner of Arania's mouth, pulling it open. "A bear there was, a bear, a bear," He slipped the cold steel between her lips. "All black and brown," He point of the dagger pushed at the base of one of her molars. "And covered in hair."
He pushed deep and yanked, pulling the tooth out which sent a jolt of pain through Arania.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 20:44:39 GMT -5
She had to watch him, hands in her mouth, digging her teeth from their sockets, singing the worst song in all of Westeros. At least he's starting in the back, she thought. Maybe by the time he gets to the ones in the front, someone will come. She couldn't move, but she could feel everything he did. She was hyperaware of the movements of his fingers against her gums, prying open her mouth to get at the very back... She could cry, too, she realized, as she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks.
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