“Day 1”
He awoke to the sack being torn from his head, the bright beams of morning sunlight beating down on him. Cedrick barely opened his eyes. He almost couldn’t anyway due to the swelling. Through his blurred vision, he saw three men standing before him. One familiar. He knew the shape, and what little of this character’s features he could recognize. The other two were foreign to him. He had seen them last night, for a mere second, otherwise? This was the first “decent” look he was getting at them.
“Cedrick, Cedrick, Cedrick.” Began the middle man, the one whom the nobleman then confirmed to be Bronson. His voice was all too distinct. “I told you we had much work ahead of us..and unlike your whore, I do not lie.” The Admiral sighed quietly, “..I am disappointed that you were not awake and ready for our grand day. Give me my gauntlet.” The man snapped to his two henchmen. The one of the left quickly strode over to a nearby table, holding in his hand a leather glove. One that had metal knuckles imbued into it.
Cedrick said nothing... and he wouldn’t, unless he absolutely had to. He just stared at them, his breathing heavy due to the amount of blows he had received the night before.
Bronson turned to face the figure who had brought him his glove, “Thank you, Alder.” He said as he slipped it onto his hand. “Now then. Where did we leave off?” Without another word, the pirate stepped forward and delivered a blow to Cedrick’s abdomen.
A weak cry and wheeze escaped Cedrick’s lips upon impact.
“You know, this could have been avoided. If the bitch would have just revealed herself. Now look what she has gotten you into?” Yet another blow was delivered to Cedrick’s stomach. He coughed and gasped for a breath as he felt the hard metal force itself into his skin in a swift and harsh blow. The nobleman fell a bit more forwards with that one, but despite the struggle, did not stay this way for long. He would do whatever it took to not give Bronson the complete satisfaction of breaking him.
“What more do I need to do to show you the error of your ways? What more do I need to do to get you to see how terribly vile you, your wife, your family, and your company are?” A third and fourth blow were both delivered to his stomach, one after the other. The force was just as harsh, and such force caused Cedrick to puke. But despite this, he did not waver. He stayed as composed as he could, even after it all. His breathing was labored and wheezing, and his very being was in complete and utter pain, but he held his head as high as he could.
“Pathetic.” Bronson murmured as he delivered one last blow, this one with his bare fist to the side of Cedrick’s head.
Then there was nothing. Simply black.
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