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Four Gildan Regulators caught them in the field outside Ushak, a farming village close to Gild. The two sidhe so captured were two of the group elusive Fae who had plagued Ushak for some time now. The circumstances in Ushak suggested to Boesarius that there were collaborators among the villagers—a matter which would need some attending.
But for now. Punishment. And forcing these jins to do what he wanted.
The Regulators stood on a dirt path running behind the field of crops. Both Sidhe were on the ground, severely injured, swollen purple with bruises and streaked red with blood, their magic disabled.
"Go to him," Boesarius said quietly into the female Sidhe. "The Sister," so he deigned to call it. He pointed then to the male Sidhe, "the Brother", some twenty to thirty feet distant. "Crawl to him. Like the worm you are."
Boesarius casually began to work with his crossbow. "Do it now. Get there, before I finish reloading."
Now in a panic, the Sister let out an anguished cry and did indeed begin to crawl with her little frail arms, her two broken legs dragging uselessly behind her like a pair of stockings filled with shattered rocks. One arm over the other, pained whimper after pained whimper, the scratching and rustling of the dirt accompanying her pitiful crawling, the Sister inched forward. Her eyes were locked on the Brother, sitting there, a Regulator gripping a handful of his hair and forcing him to watch her efforts. The Sister tried, tried with what meager physicality she could muster. The dirt clung to her wounds, and she was filthy. But she kept going.
The twang of the crossbow sounded behind her, and the bolt soared over her and slammed into the Brother's outstretched leg. He bellowed out a tortured cry, clapped his hands over his mouth to muffle them, but there was nothing else he could do.
Boesarius sauntered forward. He stepped on the Sister's back with a heavy boot as he crouched down. "Not fast enough," he said. One of the Regulators close to the Brother laughed. Leah Kadashal, the Regulator standing dutifully beside Boesarius, merely watched everything proceed with a faint and contented smile.
Boesarius reached down and roughly grabbed a fistful of the Sister's hair. He yanked her head up, forcing her back to arch painfully with his weight pinning the small of it down. He said quietly to the Sister, "I...hate...your entire race. You are the scourge of Arethil, and I would see you eradicated."
He leaned in closer to her ear. Close enough to whisper with a dreadful kind of intimacy.
"But do you know what my problem is, jin? I need you to breed...so that you...can give me...something to kill." Boesarius smiled. The Sister whimpered, and such notes as these composed to Boesarius the song of success. "Did I say problem? No, it is no problem. I misspoke earlier as well. Your kind are not like worms. Your kind are like rats. You cannot help yourselves. You will forever deliver your spawn into my hands, and my tireless effort to cleanse Campania, if not all of Arethil, will never cease."
Boesarius tilted his head, and the angle of the brim of his hat plunged his face into shadow.
"That is what you are going to do for me now, jin. You are going to deliver more of your kind into my hands. Because I am not going to leave you any choice but to do so."
But for now. Punishment. And forcing these jins to do what he wanted.
The Regulators stood on a dirt path running behind the field of crops. Both Sidhe were on the ground, severely injured, swollen purple with bruises and streaked red with blood, their magic disabled.
"Go to him," Boesarius said quietly into the female Sidhe. "The Sister," so he deigned to call it. He pointed then to the male Sidhe, "the Brother", some twenty to thirty feet distant. "Crawl to him. Like the worm you are."
Boesarius casually began to work with his crossbow. "Do it now. Get there, before I finish reloading."
Now in a panic, the Sister let out an anguished cry and did indeed begin to crawl with her little frail arms, her two broken legs dragging uselessly behind her like a pair of stockings filled with shattered rocks. One arm over the other, pained whimper after pained whimper, the scratching and rustling of the dirt accompanying her pitiful crawling, the Sister inched forward. Her eyes were locked on the Brother, sitting there, a Regulator gripping a handful of his hair and forcing him to watch her efforts. The Sister tried, tried with what meager physicality she could muster. The dirt clung to her wounds, and she was filthy. But she kept going.
The twang of the crossbow sounded behind her, and the bolt soared over her and slammed into the Brother's outstretched leg. He bellowed out a tortured cry, clapped his hands over his mouth to muffle them, but there was nothing else he could do.
Boesarius sauntered forward. He stepped on the Sister's back with a heavy boot as he crouched down. "Not fast enough," he said. One of the Regulators close to the Brother laughed. Leah Kadashal, the Regulator standing dutifully beside Boesarius, merely watched everything proceed with a faint and contented smile.
Boesarius reached down and roughly grabbed a fistful of the Sister's hair. He yanked her head up, forcing her back to arch painfully with his weight pinning the small of it down. He said quietly to the Sister, "I...hate...your entire race. You are the scourge of Arethil, and I would see you eradicated."
He leaned in closer to her ear. Close enough to whisper with a dreadful kind of intimacy.
"But do you know what my problem is, jin? I need you to breed...so that you...can give me...something to kill." Boesarius smiled. The Sister whimpered, and such notes as these composed to Boesarius the song of success. "Did I say problem? No, it is no problem. I misspoke earlier as well. Your kind are not like worms. Your kind are like rats. You cannot help yourselves. You will forever deliver your spawn into my hands, and my tireless effort to cleanse Campania, if not all of Arethil, will never cease."
Boesarius tilted his head, and the angle of the brim of his hat plunged his face into shadow.
"That is what you are going to do for me now, jin. You are going to deliver more of your kind into my hands. Because I am not going to leave you any choice but to do so."
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