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"Ouch, that hurts!"

He smirks at her, his dull eyes look at her terrified face. She is shaking and he 

reviles in it. Turning his head, he orders the high priest to take her to a tower 

in the Abbey and lock her up.

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To Be Continued....

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Like right now!

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"You are never going to win! I will fight you and you will-"

His sickening laugh echo's the walls and overshadows her voice.

"Will you, now? Me, the arch-duke of a stable village? With people stronger 

and bigger in numbers? You, a fat dunce with no chance against me? You 

couldn't even stand up to your own brother. You had to get dear, sweetheart 

father to help you....and look what happened to him. It's all your fault, you 

did it to him."

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"Shut up!", she shouted in an up roar.

Her face contorted in a look of pain and fear. Tears swelling in her eyes.

"What can't handle the truth? Are the flashbacks to painful? Good, I want

 you to use that feeling for my plan. Now, hurry, and take her a way, her

 face repulses me!"

The high priest lead her a way. He refuses to look her in the eye. They come 

to a stair way. They travel up it in silence. The sun is going down and clouds 

are covering the sky. An ember light disappearing into a dull grey.

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They go up a few levels until they reach the top and come to a stop in front 

of a small wooden door. Black handle and bolts wielded into the door to 

easily lock.

Inside the room there was a book shelf barren as the room, save for three to 

four books in a fair size. A hideously colored red brown bed. Lumpy and old 

with no pillows and a thin blanket. An open window with no glass or hatch to 

cover it. A night stand with a use candle on it and a bible next to it.

She's chained to the bed by her ankle and her wrists are tied in front of her.

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Nothing had been said between them for a long time and the silence is 

deafening. The high priest turns to leave, his emotions in a torrent of guilt 

and a mix of other feelings. Until she spoke up, stopping him from moving 

any further.

"He threatened him, didn't he?"

The high priest lowers his head in shame and grief.

"Yes.....he did."

She smiled woefully.

"Tell timothy, I said hi."

"My brother would have loved you."

With that, he locked the door and descended the stairs. She sighed, once she was alone. A bitter regret pungent in the air.

"Crash, Crash, Crash it comes down. Pain and regret is all I get."

She looks a round the dark room and her eyes dim.

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In my notebook, I drew a picture of a character asking another character if 

they like a supporting character and say nothing. I don't how to put up 

comic's and writing is my stronger suit besides it. 

That's all I wanted to say. Breaks like this, will happen often.

Because I want to and I want to ask:

If I get a few things wrong, tell me.

I had to do some research, trust me. I hate research.

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To Be Continued....

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