Names from Fourteen Minutes and Seventh Sanctum
Content warning: Creepy. Implied slow murder.
"I want you to know, I think this is disgusting."
The tall woman liked to talk. It was generally an unfortunate habit in bad guys, at least in movies, but this was, sadly, not a movie. This was Londi's life or, from the looks of things, the end thereof.
"I think it's pretty disgusting, too." Londi struggled - uselessly, of course - against the buckles and straps holding her to the table. "So why do you, you know, not do it?"
The tall woman - Eldalene, she'd said her name was Eldalene, although, if she was who Londi thought she was, the papers had been calling her Fang the Frigid - shook her head. "They need to understand. They're not going to understand without a sacrifice. And if I don't do it with you, I'm just going to have to do it with someone else."
"Someone else is okay." Londi shook her head, or at least tried to. There was even a strap holding down her forehead. "No, no, I don't really mean that. Not someone else. God. If you have to do this to someone..."
"Very noble." Eldalene sighed. "So very sweet and so very noble. If there were more people like you out there, this wouldn't be a problem. They would just see the issue and understand it."
"What... Oh, you drugged me, didn't you?" Her tongue was getting heavy. "What do you want them to see?"
"That life is about hard choices. Of course I drugged you. There's no reason for you to suffer."
"You're talking about dissecting me. I think I'm going to suffer in the long run."
"Hard choices." There was a dull feeling in Londi's gut, and she could no longer see the tall woman. "That's what this is about. The rest of the world is going to see what happens when they 'refuse to negotiate.' Again. But you're prettier than he was."
"He?" Londi struggled to hold on to consciousness, but Eldalene's answer was lost in a slow buzzing in her ears.
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