Why did you help me?
I was conscious of what was happening around me, even before I opened my eyes. I heard what seemed like many voices at first, but most of them may have been from dreams or memory because after so long, they gave way to two voices. One of which caused me to open my eyes.
"She is mine Folken!" Dilandau said angrily, "Who are you to keep her here?" "Someone who thinks she needs some recovery before being submitted to anymore of your abuse," Folken replied, "Now go away and let her rest." "You're telling me to go away?" Dilandau said in disbelief. "Yes," said Folken, "It will a few days before she fully recovers, if she recovers at all. She's lucky to be alive after the beating you gave her. You'd think you'd save something like that for your enemies in battle, not a girl." Dilandau muttered something I couldn't discern and turn to go. Before he did so, he cast a glance a me that turned my blood to ice. "Fine," Dilandau said, "Keep her here. I will send someone to check on her every couple of days. When's she well, she comes back to me, end of story!" He then turned and stalked out of the room.
With him gone, I was able to concentrate on my surroundings better. I was in what looked like a recovery room. The walls were white and so were the sheets of the bed I was in. Folken walked over to where I lay. "How do you feel?" he asked. I sighed and said, "Like I got the hell beat out of me, which I did." He smiled a little at this, and I felt myself beginning to relax. "What happened between you two," Folken asked sitting onto the bed, "he's never...done anything like that to you before, has he?" "No," I admitted, "what happened was, I had gotten under my bed, because I knew he was coming to....you know." Folken nodded. I really didn't want to have to explain Dilandau's "interests" so I continued on. "I had fallen asleep and I was having a bad dream. I guess I momentarily confused the dream with Dilandau who had gotten under my bed too, and I started fighting him...and I didn't stop, even after I was conscious."
"Why not?" asked Folken. I hesitated for a moment. "Don't worry," he said, "whatever is said stays in this room, between the two of us." Feeling reassured, I answered him. "I think deep inside, I wanted to fight more than I wanted to run from him. It's just that I was afraid of him. I think that I needed to fight him. I mean he took so much from me, my family, my life, my innocence. It's almost like if I hadn't tried to do something, put up some resistance, I would have just...withered."
Folken nodded, thinking over what I said. "So can I ask you a question, if I'm allowed?" "Fine," said Folken, "go ahead." "How did you know to come help me, and...why did you?" Folken looked down for a moment and back at me. "I had heard about what happened in the hallway between you and some of Dilandau's men from absently listening to some gossiping soldiers. I had seen Guimel and Muigel bickering after the allocation took place, so I knew they were fine. So when Dilandau passed me in one of the halls, his fists bloody, I had my suspicions. As for why," Folken paused, and said, "I guess I felt that I couldn't leave you there. There's a good chance you might have died."
I took it that Dilandau had beaten me worse than I felt. It turned out that he'd cracked two of my ribs and broken my right arm. My lip had been busted and I had a black eye. I'm sure I must have been hideous, but I never looked in a mirror the entire time. I didn't want to see what Dilandau had done to me.
Dilandau was true to his word though. Every three days, someone came to check how I was progressing. It would be at least a month though before I would be in any condition to go anywhere.
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I was conscious of what was happening around me, even before I opened my eyes. I heard what seemed like many voices at first, but most of them may have been from dreams or memory because after so long, they gave way to two voices. One of which caused me to open my eyes.
"She is mine Folken!" Dilandau said angrily, "Who are you to keep her here?" "Someone who thinks she needs some recovery before being submitted to anymore of your abuse," Folken replied, "Now go away and let her rest." "You're telling me to go away?" Dilandau said in disbelief. "Yes," said Folken, "It will a few days before she fully recovers, if she recovers at all. She's lucky to be alive after the beating you gave her. You'd think you'd save something like that for your enemies in battle, not a girl." Dilandau muttered something I couldn't discern and turn to go. Before he did so, he cast a glance a me that turned my blood to ice. "Fine," Dilandau said, "Keep her here. I will send someone to check on her every couple of days. When's she well, she comes back to me, end of story!" He then turned and stalked out of the room.
With him gone, I was able to concentrate on my surroundings better. I was in what looked like a recovery room. The walls were white and so were the sheets of the bed I was in. Folken walked over to where I lay. "How do you feel?" he asked. I sighed and said, "Like I got the hell beat out of me, which I did." He smiled a little at this, and I felt myself beginning to relax. "What happened between you two," Folken asked sitting onto the bed, "he's never...done anything like that to you before, has he?" "No," I admitted, "what happened was, I had gotten under my bed, because I knew he was coming to....you know." Folken nodded. I really didn't want to have to explain Dilandau's "interests" so I continued on. "I had fallen asleep and I was having a bad dream. I guess I momentarily confused the dream with Dilandau who had gotten under my bed too, and I started fighting him...and I didn't stop, even after I was conscious."
"Why not?" asked Folken. I hesitated for a moment. "Don't worry," he said, "whatever is said stays in this room, between the two of us." Feeling reassured, I answered him. "I think deep inside, I wanted to fight more than I wanted to run from him. It's just that I was afraid of him. I think that I needed to fight him. I mean he took so much from me, my family, my life, my innocence. It's almost like if I hadn't tried to do something, put up some resistance, I would have just...withered."
Folken nodded, thinking over what I said. "So can I ask you a question, if I'm allowed?" "Fine," said Folken, "go ahead." "How did you know to come help me, and...why did you?" Folken looked down for a moment and back at me. "I had heard about what happened in the hallway between you and some of Dilandau's men from absently listening to some gossiping soldiers. I had seen Guimel and Muigel bickering after the allocation took place, so I knew they were fine. So when Dilandau passed me in one of the halls, his fists bloody, I had my suspicions. As for why," Folken paused, and said, "I guess I felt that I couldn't leave you there. There's a good chance you might have died."
I took it that Dilandau had beaten me worse than I felt. It turned out that he'd cracked two of my ribs and broken my right arm. My lip had been busted and I had a black eye. I'm sure I must have been hideous, but I never looked in a mirror the entire time. I didn't want to see what Dilandau had done to me.
Dilandau was true to his word though. Every three days, someone came to check how I was progressing. It would be at least a month though before I would be in any condition to go anywhere.
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End of chapter! More on the way! BP