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Josie's stomach was in shambles from the grey rocks she had licked up yesterday for over and hour. It hadn't bugged her afterwards so she assumed it would be fine, no pain. Oh dear Hell how wrong she had been. She had managed to drag herself from bed to the bathroom, writhering in pain and lurching when the sharp. twangs of agony were particularly bad. "Shit," she hissed angrily. "I swear I am going to kill you Andrew." Licking up conrete, great idea. Arms around the toilet she breathed heavily for a few minutes. Get up. Work. He won't set you back. He will not win! She threw up twice and whipmered afterwards. Pain. So much pain. She had been through bad, but this came from the inside. Dear Hell.
Her cell rang. Josie groaned, voicemail had this one. But the song kept going. THAT song. Andrew's ring tone. Her head smacked the toilet seat. "No," she moaned, "not now you thick headed jerk." Not answering his phone calls warented punishment enough to leave an imprint, even on her. Hurry! she yelled at herself. A frown lit her face and she took two heavy breaths in preparation.
She leapt up and sprinted to her bedside table before the pain could register and flopped onto her bed, phone in hand. As soon as she hit the comforter she screamed in pure, long, devistating agony.
PAIN!
Her arms gripped her stomach and she curled into a ball.
PAIN!
Phone ringing. The green button swayed into three as her head spun. "What?" Her voice hardly came out.
He laughed, just like when he choked her yesterday. "Josie, what on earth has you sounding so sick?"
"Not now, just hurry up and-" She gulped as she tried to straighten and pain seared through her. BAHHHHH!!!! It took all her strength not to scream into the phone and give him that satisfaction. "Say what you want."
"I called to check on you, on your objectives. You did a lovely job of cleaning up my floor, and it sounds like it's treating you just as well."
Oooo, she wanteed to throw a fit in his pompus ear sooooo badly. But the pain . . .
"No retaliation? It's a miracle."
Curses filled her mind to the brink.
"Now, have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes," she whispered desperately. She now realized hewould get every bit of satisfaction out of this he had planned, no matter how hard she tried to hold back her pain and broken pride. Andrew knew exactly what to do to make people do what he wanted, he was a planner. As much as Josie hated to admitt it, a briliant manipulator and planner. While she would not be broken, she didn’t mind skipping out on some of the pain from time to time by telling him what he wanted to hear. Josie was not broken.
“So then do you remember what the last thing you had to do for me in exchange for your measly life?”
“Yes.” Her head felt heavy, she suddenly just wanted to sleep again.
“Your sounding dull again, Josephine. My people are not to sound dull. I thought you had learned.”
“Indeed,” she rephrased annoyed. “I do remember.”
“Good girl,” he cooed gently. It was concerning how genuine he sounded. “Tell me.”
She moaned desperately. Andrew was just toying with her now, making her as annoyed and agonized as he possibly could over the phone. He was doing well. “Why? You know I know, can’t I just hang up now?”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth she regretted them. She could practically hear his face fall and the anger that caused his jaw to tighten the way it always did when someone talked back to him. Crud, she thought worriedly.
“Josie, you are in agony, are you not?” He sounded flat, reasonable, and utterly terrifying.
“Complete agony,” she gulped past fear and a stabbing feeling in her abdomen.
“Not complete, my little kitten, not complete. But if you so much as think of talking back to me again I will not hesitate to show you complete agony. The only reason I have put up with you all this time is because you are best suited for what I want you to do. I have killed plenty of others of my workers for FAR less than the annoyance you have caused me. The bickering. The whining. The disobedience. The absolute lack of propriety and intelligence. You should have been dead after day one, the way you act! If you fail at what I want you to do, if you so much as make one slip up I will not only show you complete agony, but I will keep the two of you together until you know it inside and out. You will be begging for death for hours, but I won’t stop, you miserable little thing. You think you can’t be broken, but I can and I will. Once you see you are just as submissive as all the others, like the dog of a man that killed the one you loved, then I’ll kill you. Just after I have shown you that you are no better than him, I shall be merciful and kill you. Understand?”
How dare he. He had no right. Anton was none of his concern, he didn’t understand. That murderous man had said he was just carrying out orders when he had killed her fiancé. How could anyone be that meek and subservient? To kill another without a reason or thought. Sick. She wasn’t like him, she couldn't be. Josie was out for revenge, but when she did a task she made sure there was a reason and the person deserved what they deserved. "Leave him out of it," she hissed.
"Learn your place and I will. I wouldn't have to put you through those memories if you didn't provoke me with you insolence."
"Right," she slurred as sweat formed on her brow. "I know what I have to do, kidnap someone. Easy."
"No," he said passionately. "Not just kidnap." Andrew's voice almost whispered-this was something important-and it filled Josie with intrest and concern. "It's more complicated than that, I needed a certain type of person. One not just like all the others, that is why I've dealt with you. As dreadful as you are, you seem like you should be able to complete this for me. That is, if you want to get your precious revenge."
"I do," she said firmly. In her misery she missed Anton even more. She missed his arms around her and the way he ran his fingers through her hair when she was tired. Every time she was sick he had stayed by her side, faithful and sweet. She would do anyhting to get back at the one who ended her happiness.
"Then you will accept my little challenge. I will give you time to recover from your pains, but then you're on the clock. Do not be mistaken, my little dear, this will not be an easy job, it will take craft and cunning and time. So much time . . ." He sounded whismical. Andrew was a lot of things but not dreamy, more down to earth. It was so strange.
"Right," she said ending the odd silence, "I can get it done. Just please.
Just let me sleep.” It nearly killed her to sound like she was begging, but pain was rippling through every inch of her body.
“Yes, fine, by all means if that’s what you think will help please do,” he said sounding like his usual, strange self. “Everything you need to start your next little task will be here with me waiting for you. Hurry back, hon.” He hung up after his light and cheery goodbye.
“Hon,” she grumbled to herself, “I hate his pet names.” For what seemed like weeks she rolled on the floor or the bed in distress and suffering, hurling or dry heaving, and short periods of fretful sleep.