Playing the Angel

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Playing the Angel:

She drew open her eyes to tiny flames. I'm pressed up against something. She tried to move her wrists to no avail. She chuckled to herself with sarcasm. Surprise, surprise!

His fingers brushed up against her cheek. Her eyes trailed forward. His arrogant smile made her sick. Boy, what she would give to spit in his face right now.

"You hate me right now, don't you?" he asked.

"No!" she hissed.

"Oh really?" he asked. She gritted her teeth as his fingers trailed down her throat. She drew in a sharp breath.

He drew back his hand. "It's funny, really." She glared at him. She resisted asking what was. Don't play his game. Don't play his game. Don't play his game.

He looked at her. "Go on. Ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"What's so funny?"

"Why should I?"

He fought to hold back a laugh. "This is your trial."

She blinked at him. "Huh?"

"That's right, look around," he told her. The bright lights flashed on her. She squinted for a better view. A courtroom?

"Really?" she asked.

"Meet your jury!" he boomed. More stuffed animals sat on display. They all stared at her intently. She shut her eyes to block out their laughter. Shut up!

"And who's the judge?"

"Who do you think?"

She rolled her eyes. Figures! "And what's all of this?"

He turned to her still smiling. "You are under arrest."

"What? For what?"

He smirked at her. "Take a guess."

She frowned at him. "Do I have a choice?" There goes that grin again. She really wanted to spit in his face. He patted her on the head.

"Good, may the trial begin!" She snorted to herself. Whoopee!

-Trial Begins-

He sat at the judge's bench. The sound of the gavel filled the air.

"Order! Order! Order in the court!" No one said a single word in the room.

He straightened up his glasses. "Very good. We are all gathered here today for the trial of Kimoto Anna. Here are the charges." He pulled out a sheet of paper. "Self-isolation, insubordination, defiance, and not breaking down."

She snorted to herself. This is ridiculous!

"Quiet!" he snapped. Zap! She wheezed in pain of electrocution.

"What the hell?" Zap! "Hey!" Zap! Zap! She gritted her teeth hard.

"Quiet, bitch!" he hissed. She closed her lips tightly. He turned to the court.

"You have all witnessed the defiance charge," he said. She glared at him.

"Such a shame," he said. He turned to her.

"How do you wish to plead?"

"Fuck you!" Zap!

"`Guilty' or `not guilty' will do fine."

"Fuck you!" Zap!

"Guilty or not guilty."

She sucked in a mouthful of air. "Not guilty."

"You sure about that?"


He gave her a fake uneasy look. "Okay…" He turned back to the court. "You see? She incriminates herself further with these charges! Harlot!"

"That's not true!" Zap! She opened her mouth and another shock struck her without warning. Then another and a third one followed. After six more shocks, she went quiet.

He smiled to the court. "I rest my case." He pulled out a tan rolled up scroll.

"Oh look. The verdict came back. Let's see what it says." He unrolled the scroll and read it.

"Oh, would you look at that? Guilty!"

She saw first at those words. "Liar!" Zap! "Liar!" Zap! "Bastard!" Zap! "I am innocent!" Zap. Zap. Zap! Her body sank down in place. He leaned in close to her tired face.

"Now do you hate me?" he whispered.

"No…" she murmured. He licked her cheek.

"No?" he asked.


He drew back with a smile on his face. Well now, this a rather interesting development, he thought. Time to up the torture games for the final act.

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