Post by Echo on Sept 4, 2016 20:29:25 GMT
They'd had him for a few days, and Echo knew what would happen if they continued holding him for much longer. Once the ambassadors, or witnesses, gathered, Nia would slowly kill him and take in his power. He had killed many, and she wanted to be known as the one who killed him. If she couldn't get her hands on Lexa's newest lover, she would do it to Belomi. Echo had a plan though, to get him away from here before the killing took place. She had been the one to deliver his food for the last few days, and had spoken with him about it. Mostly in words with doubt meanings, since others were around.
She needed another day to have what she needed in place, so for tonight she would guard him as ordered. Walking down the steps into the darken rooms below, the torch that was kept by his cell door caused shadows to cast ominously over his small cell and body. As she got before his cell, she looked over at him; taking in how Nia had kept him chained. He had enough slack to sit--for now. She looked back to the guard, and dismissed him. He would report back in the morning.
She waited to hear him leave all the way before she opened his cell, and entered. There was a pully by the door, and as she pulled on the chain there, it caused the shackles on his arms to force him to stand, even forcing his arms to stand apart from his body. Walking slowly toward him, she tilted her head slightly. He had only been allowed to keep his pants, to help prevent his escape, so she reached her fingers to lightly trace the indentions that his muscles made. "You should rest well tomorrow," she said so softly that it would be hard for even him to hear her at this close range. "For the night . . . you will need your strength," Her eyes lifted to his. They could not talk about the plans, for if any over heard she'd be dead with him. But she was telling him what she could--to be ready. Her voice got slightly louder, though just enough to make sure he very plainly heard her. "Until then . . . " Her fingers stopped moving as her palm pushed him back to the wall, "what shall I do with you." Though her tone was clear.
