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kosmosian-quills · 4 years

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The Other Prisoner

Reposting from my other account because this scene, and a later one, are some of my favourites. There is a mention of torture, but none shown.

I hope you enjoy!

The dungeons here aren’t just a temporary home to the useless terrorists that Emil enjoys tormenting. Even though there is a separation and a divide between the two - the terrorist’s cells are not far from the quarantine cells.

The quarantine cells have had exactly two occupants since the overthrow, two prisoners who were initially guarded so very heavily by the General’s own security detail - that’s how important they were. There were two prisoners in those cells for exactly 24 hours, almost a whole year ago, and now there was only one prisoner.

The same one.

I never normally went to the quarantine cells. Even though there is only one guard there now, it’s still not worth the risk to try and challenge whoever is standing guard that day, except I now have an excuse. Emil’s little bird has sung, and he wants the General to listen to what they have to say. This is where I was told he would be.

Anticipation clenched at my stomach, especially after everything he had said to me previously. I wish I didn’t have to do this, not today, not so soon, but Emil would not like to be kept waiting.

The quarantine cells are isolated from the other cells - but I imagine you would be able to hear the echoing screams that always pass through the corridors here, the screeches that permeate through the entire dungeon that only spoke of the pure suffering that was being inflicted on Emil’s unfortunate victim that day.

“It really is rude to ignore me, you know,” a hauntingly familiar voice said as I was about to enter the corridor. I froze, thinking that it was him talking to me, but I came back to my senses when they spoke again, and I knew that they were not talking to me, “I thought you would have learned manners by now.”

There was a response, but they spoke so quietly that I could not hear them properly. I knew who it was. I wrenched the door open and stepped inside, hurrying along because I knew that the guard still there was probably scrutinising my hesitation.

The General was stood facing in to the farthest cell at the end of the corridor, and I proceeded towards him. He didn’t look up at me, he didn’t even seem to notice. He had his full attention on the prisoner in there.

“All this stubbornness really will get you absolutely nowhere, Jadzia,” the General continued.

This time, I heard the response the voice gave him, “you take pure delight from seeing me like this, and yet you expect me to respect you,” the voice was scratchy and yet oozed such a volatile tone that I was almost taken aback when I remembered just how this person used to speak and act when I saw them previously. They sounded unwell, dehydrated, compared to the grace and eloquence from before. “I am giving you the respect you deserve - considering everything you have done so far. I am afraid I will have to decline your offer for dinner tonight, my solitude is far better company than you are.”

I came to a stop just aside from the cell, staying out of sight of the prisoner as I saluted to the General. There really was no point in me being out of sight. The prisoner will recognise me anyway when I open my mouth to speak.

“Your excellency.”

“What is it, Jelen?” the General turned his head to face me, almost irritated that I had interrupted him.

“I have been sent to fetch you, Captain Górskanki has new information regarding the Princess,” I explained. Emil’s little investigation will probably lead to nowhere - it has so far - but I still felt my heart race in my chest at the idea that the prisoner could actually be leading them to her. I wanted to hear this information just as much as the General did.

The General’s displeased expression morphed to a sickly grin as he turned back to the prisoner, crouching down onto his knees as he continued to address them.

“Do you hear that, Jadzia?” he asked, his voice dripping with a chilling malevolence, “I am getting closer to finding her. I will find her, and when I do, I will be bringing you to see her. You’ll see your precious daughter on my arm, sitting right beside me as I wear the crown that comes with her. You’ll see me finally turn this country into just what it used to be - turning it into the strong presence it once was, ready for my heirs to take over.”

He stood back up, straightening his jacket as he did so.

“I should thank you, really, for providing me with such a wonderful future bride,” he sneered, “you’ll see her again soon enough, don’t worry.”

As I stood aside for the General, who proceeded to make his way down the corridor, the prisoner came close to the bars, leaning against them. I only caught a brief glimpse of them before I turned away to follow the General myself, but seeing their face was still enough to send a fresh wave of agonising guilt at my actions from the last few weeks.

The Queen’s face remained neutral, but even I saw the agony behind her sunken brown eyes.

The eyes she shares with the Princess.

#my writing #my OC's #WIP: Angel #POV: Michał #the general #torture mention #ok so Jadzia is actually the Queen #it's a diminutive form of Jadwiga (her real name)#diminutives in their country are only really used between friends so he's being patronising af when he calls her Jadzia #I did not think it would be appropriate for her to call him out on it #he'll have been doing it for so long that she won't care at this point

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