Traitor to the Cause

by Keeper of Tomes

Once a traitor, always a traitor." The words bit. They stung his skin, like needles. Millions of tiny, razor sharp needles. He glared at the speaker with needless fury. And the speaker glared back...Drabbles, again. It has a plot, this time!

17. Regret Nothing

Sparks flew across his vision.

He wasn't sure if it was imagined or not.

Don't think about the pain. Don't think about the pain.

It would require all of his soldier's training, not to show weakness. Not to give in.

She twisted her hand.

The pain intensified.

He gave in, his spine arching upwards, fists clenching, neck muscles bulging.

"Say you regret leaving," she purred into his ear. "You were wrong, weren't you? You're nothing, nothing but a low life traitor." She grinned, like a shark.

"I...regret...nothing..." he grunted. "Nothing at all."

"Not even leaving her to DIE, alone?"

The magenta crystal flashed prettily.

So beautiful.

So distant.