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Alais tried to read an invitation to further...
Posted on 2010-Feb-12 at 12:11
Alais tried to read an invitation to further conversation in her tone, but she wasn't sureIf Catriana wanted to talk, she decided, she had only to say something
They blew out their bedside candles and lay silently in the semi-darknessAlais watched the red glow of the fire, curled her toes around the hot brick Menka had put at the foot of her bed, and thought ruefully that the distance to Selvena's side of the room had never seemed so great
Sometime later, still unsleeping though the fire was down to its embers, she heard a burst of hilarity from the three men downstairsThe warm, carrying sound of her father's laughter somehow worked its way into her and eased her distressShe felt sheltered and safeAlais smiled to herself in the darknessShe heard the men come upstairs soon after, and go to their separate replica rolex ladies watch rooms
She remained awake for a while, with an ear perked to catch the sound of her sister in the hallway, though she didn't really believe even Selvena would do thatShe heard nothing, and eventually she fell asleep
She dreamt of lying on a hilltop in a strange placeOf a man there with herLowering himself upon herA mild moonless night glittering with starsShe lay with him upon that windy height amid a scattering of dew-drenched summer flowers, and in the high, unknown place of that dreaming Alais was filled with complex yearnings she could never have named aloud
It was bitterly cold in the dungeon where they had thrown him at lastThe stones were damp and icy, they smelled of urine and fecesHe'd only been allowed to put back on his linen underclothing and his hoseThere were rats in the cellHe couldn't see them in the low price prada bags blackness but he had been able to hear them from the beginning and he'd been bitten twice already as he dozed
Earlier, he had been nakedThe new Captain of the Guard, the replacement for the one who'd killed himself, had permitted his men to play with their prisoner before locking him up for the nightThey all knew Tomasso's reputationEveryone knew his reputationHe had made sure of that; it had been part of the plan
So the guards had stripped him in the harsh brightness of the guardroom and they had amused themselves coarsely, pricking him with their swords or with the heated poker from the fire, sliding them around his flaccid sex, prodding him in the buttocks or the bellyBound and helpless, Tomasso had wanted only to close his eyes and wish it all away
For some reason it was the memory of Taeri that wouldn't let fendi big bags him do thatHe still couldn't believe his younger brother was deadOr that Taeri had been so brave and so decisive at the endIt made him want to cry, thinking about it, but he was not going to let the Barbadians see thatWhich seemed to mean more to him now, naked and near the end, than it ever had before
So he kept his eyes open and he fixed them bleakly on the new captainHe did his best to ignore the things they were doing to him, and the sniggering, brutal suggestions as to what would happen tomorrowThey weren't very imaginative actuallyHe knew the morning's reality was going to be worse
They hurt him a little with their blades and drew blood a few times, but nothing very much, Tomasso knew they were under orders to save him for the professionals in the morningAlberico would be present then, as well
Eventually gucci ladies watch the captain grew tired of Tomasso's steady gaze, or else he decided that there was enough blood flowing down the prisoner's legs, puddling on the floorHe ordered his men to stopTomasso's bonds were cut and they gave him back his undergarments and a filthy pest-infested strip of blanket and they took him down the stairs to the dungeons of Astibar and they threw him into the blackness of one of them
The entrance was so low that even on his knees he'd scraped his head on the stone when they pushed him inMore blood, he realized, as his hand came away stickyIt didn't actually seem to matter very much
He hated the rats thoughHe'd always been afraid of ratsHe rolled the useless blanket as tightly as he could and tried to use it as a feeble clubIt was hard though in the dark
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