– That answer was straightforward; yes.
Korekiyo wanted an apology if anything that would probably help him feel just a bit better inside. Thankfully enough, he wasn’t panicking, and he’s emotionally stable at the very moment. Well, mostly, at least. It’s not going to last very long. The stress has been draining him, and he certainly doesn’t know how to deal with the female. One wrong move and things could go south.
Then again, this wouldn’t be the first time, and it couldn’t get any worse, right? Nothing could get worse than being tied up and tortured by a group of villagers, right?
" …Yes. I do expect an apology from you. Apologize. “
Korekiyo responded sternly, seemingly trying to remain calm in a situation like this. Thinking about it now, it’s probably laughable the way he sounded. –
[ ⍖ ] - It was a pitiful sight before her- even more so then what she had predicted she’d come across. When the soldier had been asked to scour this tucked away village in hopes of dragging off their latest victim of their twisted, sacrifice demanding religion to Millennium's growing involuntary troops, she had expected to come some broken, shaking thing. Someone easily manipulated into festering the growing anger inside of them by planting fantasies of revenge was exactly what Millennium was hoping to bring into their own ranks. Zorin would know this well- she had been in a similar situation.
In fact, looking at this boy- shirt all torn up from the back by knives and hot irons that had damaged his body in an excessive manner- gave her an odd sense of nostalgia.
Of course, he’s not showing that he’s terrified- and that ridiculous demand made it clear his spirit hadn’t been broken just yet. It’s just all that more pathetic, though. The heretic let out a guttural laugh, lips pulling back into an amused smirk as she held up the head of the boy who hadn’t the energy to do it on his own moments ago.
“Zey haven’t blinded you yet, have zey? Zrowing accusations at just any dyke zat bothers to talk to you? I never touched you, kid. And no one’s going to ever stop hurting you because you ask nicely.” She let her scythe, currently soaked in the blood of the villagers that had gone outside to greet her, drop to her side to free her other hand. She placed both of them on the sides of his face to force their gazes to meet, cradling it mockingly.
“Don’t insult me like zat- I vould have done a much better job at making you scream.” Her thumb slide under the bandana kept over his mouth, as if she were ready to rip it away at any moment “Zey didn’t even take all your clothes off- just ripped apart vhat was in zeir vay...it was real generous for them to let you keep zat dignity.”
She leaned closer, a predatory grin showing her cigarette stained teeth.
“How do you feel, junge? Are you angry? Scared? Vhat vould you do if I cut you lose? Cry like a baby or try to claw my eye out?”