Every inch of her wanted to scream, fight against the abuse. Her nails peeled back as she tore into the hard cushion beside her. Drips of blood marred the otherwise pristine carriage. The pain felt good. She reveled in it, until the numbness took over. She leaned against the window, letting the world blur around her.
Berkos applauded as he entered the carriage and sat across from her.
“I didn’t know you could be that ruthless. Perhaps you'll make a decent queen after all.” He chuckled and leaned closer.
“What?” her voice trembled.
“You heard me. I'm impressed, that's all. After the first kill, I thought you would lose your appetite for it, yet you continued. I wonder though, did you have to, or did you enjoy it?”
She jerked towards him. “You’re a monster. I haven’t done anything you haven’t forced upon me.”
“You keep calling me that, and yet, I'm not the one doing the killing. What would your loyal followers think if they saw this new side to you? Killing your loved ones, that’s hard to forgive, wouldn’t you say?”
“What are you talking about, my followers saw. They’re fighting for me now in there.”
“Are they?” He chuckled. “It seems pretty quiet for an uprising.”
She listened carefully for the screams, but they didn’t come.
“If I had known all it would take to bring out your blood thirst would be some costumes and actors, I would've started sooner.”
“You couldn’t have.” Her chin quivered.
He leaned back against the cushions. “Again, you seem to make a habit of underestimating me. Your defiance is almost as endearing as watching your confidence break. Your precious rebellion isn’t here, they never have been."
-Dreamscape: Saving Alex 2014 Kirstin Pulioff