She wasn't crying. That was good. Because I didn't want to listen to that. It showed strength. I liked that. She may hate me now, but one day she will love me. I am going to take her with me. Her life before has come to an end, but it couldn't have been much of a life anyway. I would make her into something important. A powerful person. I am so kind.
I pour some whiskey down her throat as I put some clothes on her. We had a long ride ahead and the weather hadn't been great. Still, I can't trust her, so a bit of rope around her wait and wrists to keep her controlled, and we will make it back to my cave in good order.
As we head out her door, the sun is just starting to rise. I look over my shoulder at her cute little house. She isn't going to need it anymore. I crash the whiskey bottle on the floor and throw a torch into it. The flames shoot up immediately. It makes a nice back ground to our departure.
Her life in Cork is now over...
Belania's life in Cork
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