(In the interest of letting Chase know about major shifts in advance...)
The first night they put Jenny Sanchez in the stocks, she understood. Assassins, even would-be assassins, had to be put in their place if they were ever to be trusted. So she went without a fight, willing to bear a little humiliation if it meant getting back at that whore with the ruler.
Two months, the Prince said, and the crowd stepped forward with golf clubs to punish them. She lost teeth. Her bones were not merely broken, but splintered. And all her companions with her. And the pain was nothing compared to the thought of 59 more days of the same.
Jenny Sanchez went into the stocks, night after night, along with her friends, and endured beatings that would have killed any mere human being. She might have endured, had they not decided to rape Samara.
That night, she didn't feel the blows cracking her skull. She didn't even notice the swing that knocked loose her jaw, so that she could only make animal noises when she realized what was happening. Her only thoughts at first were to tear the stocks apart and stake everyone in the room. Smash them to pieces with their own weapons and leave them in the sun to burn.
But she couldn't.
So as Samara screamed, Jenny Sanchez's thoughts screamed along. The woman who had torn her apart with a hail of bullets only nights before was suddenly just a helpless little girl with no one to defend her.This is my fault, she realized. I did this.
And now I have to get them out.
The first night they put Jenny Sanchez in the stocks, she understood. Assassins, even would-be assassins, had to be put in their place if they were ever to be trusted. So she went without a fight, willing to bear a little humiliation if it meant getting back at that whore with the ruler.
Two months, the Prince said, and the crowd stepped forward with golf clubs to punish them. She lost teeth. Her bones were not merely broken, but splintered. And all her companions with her. And the pain was nothing compared to the thought of 59 more days of the same.
Jenny Sanchez went into the stocks, night after night, along with her friends, and endured beatings that would have killed any mere human being. She might have endured, had they not decided to rape Samara.
That night, she didn't feel the blows cracking her skull. She didn't even notice the swing that knocked loose her jaw, so that she could only make animal noises when she realized what was happening. Her only thoughts at first were to tear the stocks apart and stake everyone in the room. Smash them to pieces with their own weapons and leave them in the sun to burn.
But she couldn't.
So as Samara screamed, Jenny Sanchez's thoughts screamed along. The woman who had torn her apart with a hail of bullets only nights before was suddenly just a helpless little girl with no one to defend her.This is my fault, she realized. I did this.
And now I have to get them out.
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