Rivek bit his lip to quiet his chattering teeth. He stood, waist deep in sea water, twisting and untwisting a rope between his fingers. Its soaked fibers chafed his palms, but the icy fog numbed the pain as he tied the final knot around the Historian’s wrists.
“Careful there,” Tjan muttered. “You’ll cut off my circulation.”
Rivek watched the water lapped at the man’s sunken chest. The tide would arrive within the hour. His captive writhed upwards, clawing the pole with his scarred hands and gnashing the air with his sharpened teeth.
Tjan clicked his tongue and sucked on the inside of his cheek. The sound made Rivek cringe. “You’re not the frightened boy I met five years ago.”
“A proper Historian would know that people change over time.“ Rivek wrapped the extra rope around his elbow and began to trudge out of the water. As he rose, the wind whipped the damp clothes against his body and threatened to drag him down into the surf again. He tucked his hands under his arms, so the twisted man would not see him shiver.
“You won’t leave me here, will you?”
Rivek sat on the first rock he knew water could not reach and wrung the salt from the hems of his pants. “No. I’m going to watch.”
Tjan emitted a hysterical shriek that sent a flock of gulls into the air. “You’ve become every bit the monster we knew you were.”
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The Darathem, Alisian drug lords, have a very specific method of interrogation (and execution). The victim is tied to a rock in the ocean and left there until the tide comes in.
Rivek is an Ailinar, an assassin, so he usually has cleaner methods. But he has a personal bone to pick with this Historian fellow.More Art/Writing Featuring These Characters
Rivek Ailinar and Tjan Historian belong to Grace Fong,