"I never expected her to be so stubborn, if only she wasn't, that would make everything so much easier. I'll break her, I swear, I'll break her soon."
It had been around, five days of this by now, and it was obvious Flora was starving, but, still refused to eat the odd meat, and it was, by now, getting on Baltor's nerves beyond breaking point. Baltor came back into the room, watching Flora intently as she continued to struggle against the prop vines, unable to escape, and it just seemed to cause her more pain every time she moved, blood dripping to the floor He smirked, walking up, holding that little bite of meat on the fork still, holding it inches from her mouth, "Flora, I know you're hungry, take a bite, just a little bite, and then I'll get you something else, I don't want to hurt you anymore then I have to."
"Sure you do, Baltor, after all, you're the evil sorcerer of the dragon's flame, you live to watch people in pain." Flora said, in a slightly exhausted voice, though it still had that sweet ring to it everyone was so used to from Flora, like honey.
"Fine, it brings me pleasure to watch you in pain, happy fairy!? You going to eat it now!?" Baltor's attempt to sound at ease melted away, he was angry and impatient, but mostly shocked by the fact he couldn't get the little fairy to eat it, it was Flora after all, he expected this to be easier then getting all three of the trix to fall for him, which he successfully did tell they turned on him, the nerve.
Flora smiled slightly, yes, she was the sweet fairy everyone expected her to be, but you'd be crazy not to think Baltor's temper wasn't the slightest bit amusing, "No."
"Why won't you?" Baltor had raised his hand, hitting Flora across the face, but still not seeing tears running along her cheeks like he expected, she was right, he would be surprised at how strong she could be, just not to eat a piece of meat.
"I told you already Baltor, I don't eat meat," Flora said, her eye twitched slightly from the pain of the hit, but, she wouldn't show it to him for a single second, trying to prove to him, and maybe a little to herself, that she was stronger then everyone assumed. "Besides, that's probably not normal meat anyways, there's got to be some weird reason why you want me to eat it so badly, and why is that Baltor? Why?"
The fact she was so calm, collected, strong like some sort of tree just made Baltor more and more angry at her, no one could actually be this calm in a situation like that, that's not how it could work, this, this wasn't possible. "I'll tell you, if you eat it."
"Oh?" Flora asked, before finally taking it off of the fork into her mouth, to the great relief of Baltor and started to chew it, watching a smirk appear across Baltor's face.
He stroked her cheek, as he spoke, "that's a good little flower, that bite of meat was made with a spell, your right, not a normal piece of meat, not entirely meat at all. Made with a droplet of my blood, it'll soon take effect, making you my slave."
Flora hadn't actually stopped chewing to swallow, no, she wouldn't do that, spitting it out and watching it hit his eye, "kind of a good idea, Baltor, I was more or less thinking poison, but, I guess not that."
He whipped it off of his eye, glairing down at Flora, before he started to smile a large, disturbing smile, "no one gives you the credit you deserve, little flower, your friends don't, I've seen how they treat you as, helpless without their help, and yet, I think now, I believe, they're going to helpless without yours. I doubt that little boyfriend of yours even gives you the respect you deserve." He was running his hands through her hair, still smiling in a way that made Flora oddly uncomfortable.
"So? What if they do? That doesn't matter now, the only thing that matters now, is, I'm getting out of here Baltor, and you, you won't make me into a slave, and I won't betray my friends." Flora said again, this time, there was something on her voice, something even she hadn't heard before, anger maybe? No, it couldn't just be anger, maybe pure hatred? Maybe something else?
Baltor moved his hands up through her hair, cupping them around her cheeks, "it does matter now, I can give you the respect you deserve, and all you have to do is help me, help me seek my revenge."
"I'd never help anyone do something so horrorible, for respect, or anything else they could offer, revenge? Against my friends of all people? It's wrong Baltor, it's against nature, you can decide now, decide now to turn your life around, just because you where created by evil, doesn't mean you should be evil." Flora attempted to pull away, this time, she actually was crying, she wasn't going to admit it, but, a little part of her kept saying, how much she wanted him to agree, let her help him turn himself around.
Baltor pulled back, again with shock, no more attempting to flatter Flora into helping him, he was to confused, "I've, hurt you, and you haven't cried, tortured you with thorns in your arms, I've hit you, even burned you, and you haven't cried about any of that, but now, now you cry?"
She looked back up at him, "I can endure pain, but, more importantly, I believe in second chances, emotions make me cry, not pain, I can help you, help you be who you should have always been, something those witches never expected, a real child of the dragon's flame. When a tree falls, it still has so many second chances, many little seeds that will plan themselves in the ground."
"Yes, many, many seeds," Baltor nodded, he couldn't quite believe he was agreeing with the little fairy, but, she made so much sense. "But an Oak tree never holds a Willow seed."
"Unless Baltor, unless the willow seed blew from a nearby willow into the grasp of the oak." Flora said, using the same trees, just to point out, Baltor was a good seed, blown into a bad tree, as it where.