Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180618181624/@comment-34052734-20180628204820

Orville had caught up to James. “You know, you’re pretty useless now. I doubt anyone will keep you housed.”

James had stopped walking, staring at Orville. “I know what you’re going to do, you may fool her, but you don’t fool me.”

“Ah, of course you do. But what you don’t know is that she loves me and I love her. We were made to be together, made to rule this land.” Orville said with a witty mindset.

“You don’t love her, you’re using her.” James announced.

“I was here to offer you an opportunity, but I’m afraid you’ve gone too far. You will be housed in the prison we have here.” Orville frowned. “And you will never be free. You will be tortured, James. Beaten. You have lost, I have won. Your glory days are over, mine are just beginning. You will see, James. You will see.”

James now snapped at him, throwing up his arms. “Alastair would have killed you! I spared your life and this is how you repay me? Sentence to life in prison to be humiliated? You-“

“Who killed Alastair?” Orville had his way with manipulation and James fell silent. When thirty or so seconds passed, he repeated himself. “Who killed him? Speak up or I’ll cut out your tongue.”

“I did.” James did not break eye-contact.

“Who killed Irene’s sister?” Orville demanded.

James had now dropped his eyes to the concrete. He did not utter a reply in fear of being hanged. “I will spend my time in the cell.” He strolled away from the new ruler, off to gather his belongings which would later be burned in the celebration fire.