One Hundred Days
Rating M (R)
Day 4
The dawn broke.
Sometime during the night the reverberations from the ship's engines had ceased. The movement over waves had stopped.
He was sure she knew.
The first rays of the dawn peaked through the porthole. He breathed out, his breath visible as it escaped his lips.
They came very early. Stuck-up guardsmen who had chips on their shoulders the collective size of the inheritance he was set to receive.
She didn't fight back when they yanked her up. She made no noise as she was dragged out of the cell.
Part of him thought that she didn't have the strength to. Part of him thought she didn't have the resolve.
Or maybe she didn't care. Maybe she was just like him and made it easy for them to drag her along. That's what happened when they came for him.
At this point, he just didn't care.
He remembers a few taunts, then another beating. A kick to the head made these memories fuzzy.
He remembers being dragged out of the cell, up stairs, onto deck, and down the gangplank.
He remembers hitting the ground hard, the taste of dirt choking and blinding him.
He remembers her blue-grey eyes, staring off into the distance. The chains that bound them both crackled with their movement.
She turned to him, looking him straight in the eye for the first time in this ordeal.
A swath of purple and yellow swept out from underneath one eye, contrasting against her already dark skin. He knew that it was a serious blow to show up on her copper skin. Unlike the bruises that frequented his porcelain skin.
A trail of blood leaked from her graying eyes.
He did not know if she bled tears or cried blood. Both would be believable. But that hard, cold glare that came from those eyes told him both answers were wrong.
The chains were yanked, and both prisoners slammed down to the ground.
"Welcome to the Pohuai Fortress. The Admiral Zhao will personally see to his distinguished guests."