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She never thought she'd use pathetic and cruel together but she'd learned there was a first for everything. So she would be one of the first to use the words together when it came to President General Sebastian Monroe. So here it went. ... The man was pathetically cruel, since he seemed to not want to have her unwillingly he was going to have her in the only way he could while late into night.

Since he'd gotten back to the estate he'd been good, very good actually, it wasn't until dinner the day after he left that he decided to advance on her once more.

Truly she could have been nicer as well but with the stupid dress and the hair and all the jewelry she was already beyond annoyed. Him trying to get her into his bed just made her crack.

Seriously though, he should have expected it, even Julia could see that she was highly agitated the entire day since her clothing had arrived.

Her day clothing had consisted of a sleeveless top that was shiny. Seriously in the kind of world they lived in she would have thought that shiny clothing would have been destroyed. Then there was the skirt and the heels and Julia had gone and done her hair.

She had felt like a doll and not in a good way either. She knew that wherever Monroe had been she was sure that he was having the time of his life watching her suffer.

He'd been good though as she had stated earlier, he'd been very good. Monroe had been kind enough to leave her alone all day, now she wasn't sure if it was because he was to busy with his world domination or if he was just taking pity on her.

She really wanted it to be him being busy with the militia, sympathy from Monroe was not what she wanted or needed.

By early afternoon word of her frustrations had scattered across the estate amongst the servants and the guards. Monroe should have been prepared for her discrepancies when he'd made another approach at dinner.

That dress, really there was absolutely no need to be so dressed up for eating, it was food for heavens sake.

She had tried though to be tolerable, she had tried to keep her mouth shut during dinner, but he just had that damned smirk.

'So the testing went well, I think Georgia will be pleasantly surprised.' He had spoken with such an ease in his tone and he'd had a smile adorning his face as he'd spoken with his mouth near the glass of wine.

She never had wine until then and she never realized how much she hated it. She had bit her mouth to keep from speaking, to keep from screwing up her position.

Like she had stated previously she could be in the dungeons right now being beaten continuously just for fun. Monroe was treating her very great besides his continuous efforts to bed her, she would be foolish to screw it up just because she was annoyed.

He had pushed her though, she knew he had planned for it to. 'What's on your mind Charlotte?', 'Nothing', 'That can't be, tell me the truth, what are you thinking of, promise I won't get mad'.

She could actually say that he hadn't gotten mad when she'd spoken her thoughts. If anything he was amused.

'How can you do this? Killing innocent people, terrorizing villages. … Why do you want to destroy what people have built after all the madness they have already endured because of the blackout?'

He hadn't gotten mad at her outburst, well it wasn't really an outburst, she was never the yelling kind of girl. She had more or less spoken in a depressed sort of tone now that she thinks about it.

He had that amused smile though as they had sat in silence, it was more or less disturbing how calm he was.

'You know, Miles and I fought against all that madness when we went out to look for you and your family. … We created this army in order to protect and help. The people who fought against us, they are the ones who wanted to control and destroy. They were the murderers, the madmen, and the rapist'.

'And your army is the very thing that you and Miles fought against'.

'Someone had to keep the bad guys in order. … We had to choose the lesser of two evils. The world back then had been worse that what it has become. Back then it was truly a kill or be killed world. … We needed the men and the muscle in order to protect those that we had rescued ... We only did what they had been planning to do'.

'So chivalry has a downside'.

'Very much so, you can't be a knight in shining amour without killing someone'.

It was a good thing she had never been the fairy tale loving girl like all the other girls in her village. Monroe really did know how to spoil the fantasy of such things. Truly though she had been very interested in finding out what happened to the man that was Miles best friend and brother to become this tyrant, this madman.

'Is that what happened to you, one to many damsels and too many killings?'

'I stopped believing that things were going to go back to normal. The power wasn't going to turn back on unless the people who turned it off in the first place had a change of heart'.

It had been the end of that discussion and she had sat there picking at her food, while Monroe had stared at her the entire time.

It was disgusting how the Militia ate, one day of food here could feed her village for at most two weeks. The bastards were sick and disgusting, how could they sit by and drink disgusting wine and dine like pigs while the rest of the world suffered and cried just for a single scrap.

Her appetite was completely gone and Monroe had realized it. He wasted no time in switching to the closest chair to her seat.

The dress covered her to a point much like the dress that other man had put her in it was a single shoulder and was floor length with a matching colored belt to hug her waist to tightly for her comfort and the material of the shoulder was slightly itchy and not at the same time as it was sheer, the strap as well as the entire back was sheer and the material was annoying.

She wanted to tear it off but she couldn't and all she really wanted to do was leave but she couldn't.

Thankfully the rest of the dress was smooth, smooth like rose petals and cool, it was a thin material and she felt as if she were naked before him.

He touched her shoulder softly and she had shuddered, a man so cold and cruel should not be allowed to be so warm and gentle.

'I have yet to tell you how lovely you look tonight. …. that color is wonderful on you'.

She hated her hair as well, another stupid bun and her entire neck was exposed to him.

'Since your obviously not hungry let's go on ahead upstairs'.

She would need to be completely drunk in order to ever go upstairs with him, while she had never drank alcohol before she'd saw many Militia outside her home drinking. Many of them forgetting the horrors they had done to the people of innocent villages the night before.

To share the bed of Monroe, her first shared bed, she would need every once of that precious alcohol in order to forget every moment and every touch.

'General if you wouldn't mind could you please stop in your insistence … I'm not in any mood to deal with your proposals tonight'.

She really should have just drank the damned wine kept her mouth shut and waited for him to either force her into his bed or leave her the hell alone.

He grimaced, a sneer on his handsome face that was embedded into her mind now, the sound of the chair skidding horribly against the wooden floor echoed in her head still and the slam of the dinning room doors still had her startled.

He obviously did not like rejection, but truly one look at her and everyone already knew she was agitated. Monroe had walked into that on his own accord, he should have anticipated her reaction.

So now as she lay in her bed she grimaced and rubbed her aching head. The clock on the night stand said three in the morning and she really hated how cruel and pathetic the General was.

He couldn't have her and he seemed to not want to force her.

The horribly loud moaning from down the hall and the bed creaking and slamming against the wall, it had been going on for hours already. She had fallen asleep just fine, it had been blissfully quiet and the bed was so comfortable and the blankets were cozy and warm.

The General was a cruel and pathetic man and she knew she wouldn't be able to block his advances forever. Eventually she would have to forfeit, she didn't want to die, not really, and she didn't want to see her family hurt so if sleeping with Monroe kept them safe and kept her alive she figured it would have to do.

She was her family's whore and she couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the thought.

The house was quiet then and she sighed, finally, the man was like fifty he shouldn't have been able to have that kind of stamina anymore.

There was a creek and either Monroe had dismissed his whore or it was Monroe himself.

Coming to kiss her goodnight after the good time he had, it put a horrible taste in her mouth and made her stomach twist painfully.

She really should have just drank the damned wine, maybe she would have been happily passed out by now.

Well she couldn't very well allow him to see that she was awake, he'd only love that, she could imagine the smile on his face. The conversation that would come up.

'So your still awake?'

'It's hard to sleep when someone won't keep it down'.

She shook her head no she wouldn't be able to reply like that. Actually she could but the double meaning would get her into some sort of trouble that she didn't need to be in with Monroe.

Maneuvering herself into a position she was used to waking up in she closed her eyes and evened her breathing.

Faking sleep was easy, she'd done it with Maggie and her father plenty of times. Sneaking out and wondering the outside of their village was a normal for her, getting caught going in and out was not.

The door knob moved and she forced her smile down, it was Monroe, how very thoughtful of him to think of her after all of that.

The creak of the door and she knew he was coming in his footsteps were light as he made it across the room to her bed. His breathing was as soft as her own and when he finally made a move she forced herself to not squirm under his touch as his hand moved across her leg. Thankfully he hadn't outright made a move to get under the blanket.

His hand moved to her face and she focused on her heartbeat and his breathing, she could kill him now, nobody would care other than Miles. She'd even found a letter opener in-between the mattresses and it was sharp enough to stab someone with, surely her mother made it. He moved a stray piece of hair out of her face, his hand lingering.

He moved away then as if he was burned by her own skin and backed off. Mentally she sighed, she wasn't sure she could keep up the ruse for much longer anyhow.

The door was opened again and he was leaving, she stiffened at his voice.

"Goodnight Charlie", the door was closed then and her eyes shot open.

She was definitely looking forward to her bath tomorrow, those girls could scrub her raw all they wanted. He had just touched her after doing …. She felt more than disgusting right then.

Cruel and pathetic he truly was, he couldn't keep her up the way he wanted to so he kept her up the only way he knew how.

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