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THIS CHAPTER HAS DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE AND TRAUMA. SOME READERS MAY FIND THIS TRIGGERING OR DISTURBING.
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Boromir looked at the girl, Alice, as she sat in a chair across from him, looking at anything but his eyes. Good. She was afraid.
Boromir poured the mugs from the kettle, offering a mug to Alice. “Tea?” he asked.
Alice’s eyes flicked to the mug and back to the floor. “No thank you. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Boromir’s eye twitched, and he took a deep breath to keep his anger under control. ‘Deep breaths,’ he told himself, ‘You don’t want to snap somebody’s neck again.’
Boromir chugged the boiling hot tea out of spite, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He would try to be a little gentler with the girl, because of his promise to the boy and because she was a girl, and seemed quite polite.
“So,” Boromir started, maybe a bit too loud as it made Alice jump, her eyes flicking all over the place.
“Look at me, girl.” Boromir growled, then softened his tone when she did look at him with her dark eyes. “Where are the others?”
Alice looked at him, then looked at the ground again, and then to the table, she tapped her finger on it.
“Alice,” Boromir warned, “I do wish to have a civilized conversation with you.”
Alice looked at him again, this time sighing. “We split up. We promised not to encounter each other until it was safer. And we went in opposite directions so if we were captured, we wouldn’t know. Believe me, no amount of torture you put us through will make us talk. Even if I did know, I would not tell you.”
Boromir glared at her but understood the solidity of the plan. It’s what Boromir would’ve done in that situation.
“If I am to believe what you say is true, how would I know the accountability of it?” Boromir countered.
Alice gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Well, considering you’ve picked me up, dropped me, almost killed my friend and you now are most likely going to torture me, at any moment I could’ve told you where the others were if I knew to make you stop this madness. But I did not. So, therefore, I have no idea where the others have went.”
Boromir got up out of his seat, beginning to pace around the table, ignoring the pain in his leg from where the boy had stabbed him. She had to know something. Some general direction where the others went.
Alice shrunk in her seat as he walked past her. Boromir felt himself smile again and stopped behind her. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Do I scare you, Alice Ellison? Do I make you tremble with fear whenever I walk by? Do you look into my eyes and see something so scary, it makes you look away?” he heard Alice’s shaky breath, and said darkly, “I know you must know something about where the others have gone. And you will tell me, or I will make you feel pain you have never felt before.” Alice turned her head away, and Boromir saw a tear trickle down her cheek.
“Oh…” he mused, “I do scare you. If I scare you so much, why won’t you tell me where the others are? It would make it so much easier for you and your friends.”
Alice now looked at him, tears in her eyes. “I will not tell you because I do. Not. Know.”
“Ugh!” Boromir shouted, “Why can’t you just tell me?” He pulled his knife out and slammed it into the table, cutting the wood beneath. Alice jumped again, crying as she looked away from him.
Boromir saw a flash of a memory as he looked at her frightened face, remembering how he would shrink into the corner, begging the monster not to hurt him. But the monster always did.
Boromir got on one knee, leaning close to her once again. “You are making this hard for me,” he whispered, pulling at a strand of Alice’s hair, “Do not make this hard for me. I would not like to scar that beautiful face of yours.” Alice shuddered.
“Where. Are They.” Boromir demanded, gripping the back of Alice’s chair.
Alice smiled a little, confusing Boromir. “If you keep asking the same question it will drive you mad,” she bitterly laughed at him.
Boromir’s rage flashed again, and he gripped the back of her chair, pushing it back so it almost touched the floor, making Alice cry out in fear. “Tell me!” he yelled at her.
Alice closed her eyes, sobbing softly. How Boromir relished seeing those tears run down her face. But at the same time he saw himself again, locking himself in the bathroom as the monster pounded on the door, demanding Boromir open it.
Boromir put Alice’s chair back, as she rubbed her face with the palm of her hands, not daring to look Boromir in the eye.
“I suppose I must resort to another means to make you talk,” Boromir muttered, and began to unbutton his jacket, rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. Alice looked up and saw what he was doing, then pleaded, “No. Please.”
“I know what you Thuron believe. Since you do not fear threats, you must fear this.”
Alice held her hands up, the tears streaming even more. “Please, I beg of you, I do not know where they are at.”
“But you also said that even if you did, you wouldn’t tell me, so you must. Know. Something.”
Alice shook her head as he picked up his knife, pulling her out of her seat and onto the ground. Boromir straddled on top of her, holding the knife up to her cheek. “Tell. Me. Now.”
Alice just cried, shaking her head. Boromir sighed. “I guess we’ll do this the hard way, then.”
Boromir slowly dragged the knife across her cheek, running it from close to her nose all the way to her ear. Alice screamed in pain as the knife cut into her smooth skin.
“Tell me!”
“I don’t know!”
Boromir pulled down the collar of her dress slightly, exposing her collarbone. Boromir cut on her collarbone, yelling in her face to tell him where the others were.
“I am marking you, Alice, do you know that? I am marking you with scars that can never be removed. Every one of your people will now see that you are mine.”
“No…” Alice pleaded, pushing his face away. “Don’t you see that I do not know?”
“What I see is that you are defending your friends!” Boromir shouted at her, cutting her forearm like he had done with the boy before.
“You are a tough nut to crack,” Boromir said to himself, admiring her courage and stamina. Perhaps she really did not know where the others were?
“General?” one of the soldiers opened the flap of the tent, gulping as Boromir turned to him, upset that this soldier had interrupted him.
“What.”
“Forgive me for…interrupting,” the soldier gulped again, glancing at Alice whose face was stained with tears, “But she would like to speak with you.”
Boromir cursed silently, then told the soldier that he would be there soon.
“I will be back,” Boromir said as he left the tent, leaving Alice laying on the floor, bloody and crying.
He had promised the boy not to torture her. And he had not. He’d simply interrogated her...
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