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Post by jennifer on Jul 16, 2010 21:48:35 GMT -5
If only Freja wasn't under the Emperor's protection...Jen thinks about this bitterly as she's led to the table. Jen could have fought back right from the start, or if not then maybe at a time like this. But then Jen thinks of royal guards pulling Jen's family outside to an uncertain but horrible fate. What could happen now that would make Jen risk such a thing?
The crack of Freja's whip seems like a challenge to that question. She quivers at the initial sting, but the ongoing, burning feeling afterward is worse. And then the second slash drives deeper and Jen freely cries out from the pain, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. She wishes she knew how deep the damage was, but only some creative use of a mirror would answer that.
At first Jen expects a swift third stroke but it is not forthcoming...why? Has Freja devised some other torment? She certainly did not expect a light kiss, like one might recieve from one's parents at bedtime. Freja is so strange...despite herself, Jen finds herself asking, in a dry thirsty voice, "What did you forget?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 16, 2010 21:57:29 GMT -5
"Who I was..."Freja replied. Her eyes became sad suddenly, but then they turned into a smile,"Wait here!"she said skipping off into her room without a sound. She sounded like a little kid eager to show a relative a new Christmas toy.
Freja soon came back with a cup of...something..in her hands. She untied the ties attached to Jennifer's arms and legs and lifted her up,holding her against Freja. Freja showed Jen the cup,"It's just water,see?" Freja said holding the cup up to Jennifer.
Without warning Freja placed the cup in Jennifer's hands and then began to scratch the back of her neck, as her mind slid deep in thought. "All this time I've been up here breaking bad girls into becoming good girls. But I can't do that with you because you don't know how to become broken. One has to know how to become broken if you need to break them."Freja explained,"So I thought maybe I'm the bad girl, maybe I'm the one to be punished."
Suddenly Freja smiled, leaning in and putting her face close to Jennifer's,"Will you punish me?"she asked. Suddenly she giggled,but it was a light-hearted one,not like the one that came belting out earlier.
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Post by jennifer on Jul 16, 2010 22:22:20 GMT -5
What...what is this person? Freja seems suddenly different from who she was scant seconds ago. Is it an act? It seems to convincing and true that Jen could not believe deception despite her torment. Though she does not trust Freja enough to touch the liquid that Freja brought.
It now seems as though Jen is truly listening to a child. It is as though torture to make a victim follow her command is like loving parenting, all told like one of Jen's childhood friends. And not knowing how to become broken sounds like not knowing how to read or write from Freja's mouth, though it is a statement Jen would take great pride in.
And then there's the question, which burns in her mind as the whip still burns her back. In some way Jen knows the foolishness of explaining herself to this woman who means her ill, yet her anger takes hold of her senses.
"I cannot. I could not lay the slightest harm upon you. Were you not of imperial blood, you would have your punishment before the doors were yet locked. But I cannot...were my life alone in peril, I may yet have fought. But the price of harm against your lineage extends beyond my own body. This...this you must know already." Strange. Despite Jen's ire, she says it almost as an apology. and Jen is indeed sorry she couldn't defend herself, but not nearly in that way!
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 16, 2010 22:31:22 GMT -5
Freja smiled down at Jennifer's nobility. In a way, Freja had to admit, this Jennifer was just as childish as she was, though she couldn't quite pin down the reason. Freja slipped off her glove and threw it onto the ground and it made a noise not too different from the crack of the whip.
Freja reached out with the uncovered hand and began to stroke Jennifer's cheek, she didn't move or even speak after the suitor finished. "You amaze me..."she said finally,"How does one find the time to learn to have your patience?"
Freja leaned in,her breath could be felt along the hairs of Jennifer's neck. "Tell me,Jennifer..."she said as she continued to stroke her cheek a bit more gently,"I want you to tell me what it is you're afraid of most? Because if it's hurting someone,you shouldn't. I learned along time ago you should never be afraid to hurt someone."
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Post by jennifer on Jul 16, 2010 22:54:35 GMT -5
This combination of gentle touches, feelings that would be soothing if it came from someone who had tormented her, who may yet kill her, it all gives Jen a headache. Such terrible rage came from Freja before, but now one could not take her for ought other than a close friend. Jennifer yearns for escape, for time to piece this all out and give her mind some rest.
Of all things sowing confusion the latest question is chief. Jen thought she had confessed her fears seconds ago. It felt like a mistake and Jen is still not sure she should talk further. But what if refusing to answer angered Freja again? Without knowing it, Jen was already starting to follow Freja's lead.
"Would you kill one who you love? Maybe you would. But I could not bear such a thing. I would have death rather. Yes, I fear death too. The gaping inevitable gate to the unknowable void. How then could I bear giving such a fate to one I love, whether I wished it or not? Thus, though I fear death, I fear such a life of guilt more."
Jen feels a chill. Why is she telling this woman such tender, inner feelings? Is it true that torment could get her to say things that would give even close friendship pause? Jen's resolve to her goals is not shaken, but her faith in her own nature is another thing altogether.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 9:13:10 GMT -5
Freja began to make little circles with her finger on the slab as she listened to Jennifer but her eyes were cast on the ground. "I don't think...I could ever kill someone I loved. Just the thought of hurting Anactoria makes me want to vomit."
Freja looked up at Jennifer,"Is this what you're afraid of?"she asked. Suddenly Freja smiled,"You remind me of Annie. Annie doesn't like to hurt people either,"she explained leaning back and looking Jennifer up and down,"Now that I think about it...you even look like her."
Freja suddenly got onto the slab and crawled behind Jennifer, she spread her legs and scooted up and was near Jennifer's back. "What cures a whipped back?"she asked herself out loud. "Medicine maybe? But of what kind?"
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Post by jennifer on Jul 17, 2010 19:48:31 GMT -5
This side of Freja seems almost nice. Jen could see herself being friends with this woman if not for the other, much crueler side of her. And she thinks of Annie. Who was she? Did Freja do something as bad or worse to that girl? How many people had to suffer under Freja's whip, anyway?
Whatever Freja has in mind for Jen's back, Jen is fairly sure she would not enjoy it. Therefore she tries to lean the other girl towards treatment that takes little effort. "Time heals wounds of these likes without fail. I learned such things in my training with the sword." And it was true. Jen does not want to spend her first few days here doing nothing while her back heals, but the alternative seems little better.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 19:53:23 GMT -5
"Well since you won't let me touch your back at least let me do this..."Freja with an angry grin at Jennifer refusing to help heal her, reached her leather-covered finger out and drew it sensually along one of Jennifer's lash marks very slowly. She pulled her finger out and licked the blood off of it. "I suppose we're even now."she said standing up from the slab.
Freja stood up and held the hand that wasn't wearing the glove out towards Jennifer and gave a trusting wink. "Tonight's session has been fun,you know."Freja told the fellow princess,"But I want to make things clear to you before I lead you back to the castle...if you ever bring harm to my Anactoria. I will kill you."she warned.
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Post by jennifer on Jul 17, 2010 20:04:44 GMT -5
Aaagh, that touch! Jen shivers in pain, no doubt looking erotic to Freja. She lets out a little cry from the aggravation of the lash wound. But once again she doesn't understand. What does Freja mean by "even"? She can't think of anything she had done to Freja. Though if Freja thinks the score between them is settle, Jen would be foolish to argue.
Even more than it first seemed, fortune looks to turn in Jen's favor as Freja refers to the "session" as a thing of the past. But it's not nearly too later for Freja to change her mind. At least the answer to Freja's warning is easy. She takes Freja's offered hand, much as she would like to spit on it. "If my right arm would harm Princess Anactoria, I would cut it off." And Jen probably would too. The contest aside, any laws that protected Freja would be twenty times more so for the crown princess!
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Jul 17, 2010 20:11:11 GMT -5
Freja led Jennifer over to the door as if Jennifer couldn't figure out where it was on her own. She hesitated reaching for the knob...Freja actually began to seem a bit sad at letting Jennifer go. Jennifer was the next best thing to Anactoria,after-all.
"A-ah,so I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay at this castle,"Freja smiled and slowly opened the door for Jennifer to leave. Was that a tear crawling out of her eye?,"Good-bye."Freja's own heart tortured herself for a moment, but it passed as Freja took a big gulp and a deep breath.
She suddenly burst out laughing,"Have a good fall!"she grinned kicking Jennifer in the back and sending her flying out of the chamber. Jennifer's clothes came flying after her and landed on the tortured princess as the sound of a SLAM from the doors of Freja's chambers closing came.
It was an odd,odd, day.
OOC:End here? :]
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