Magdaline Bennett (ex_earthshak141) wrote in the_dome, @ 2014-01-12 22:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-18-2017, madison, madison and maggie, maggie |
Buried Alive
Who: Maggie and Madison
Where: Madison's Place
When: Night (4/18/2017)
She was annoying him by her existence altogether. She was stupid and useless and Madison hated her. Hated her. And she was unconscious which was also annoying because she wasn’t answering his questions. Madison turned the poker around in his hand then pressed it against her leg to see if she’d wake up.
Maggie screamed and rolled away from the pain, a natural reaction even if she was barely awake. She’d taken to pretending to sleep even when she wasn’t sleeping because sometimes he ignored her if that was the case. She was hungry and tired, in pain and a little delirious. The thought that she was dying was in the back of her head, but she was attempting to ignore it. How long could she live in this state? She looked up at Madison, her glare a mix of fear and hatred. She’d never wanted to kill someone so bad in her life, and she’d never felt so helpless.
“She lives,” he said, sounding unamused and shoving the poker back into the fire. He knelt closer to her, reaching for her hair to roll her back to him. “Let’s try this again. Why does she want you?” He was still sure this little runt had to know something. There had a to be a good reason. And he was getting closer to Anne Marie losing it and needing Maggie more than ever, which meant she’d be looking for her. Madison couldn’t risk that until he knew how to bargain for her.
“Why don’t you just give me to her and find out?” Maggie said, still trying to hold her own, but finding it more and more difficult. “Or better yet, ask her.” If he was going to continue going to Maggie for the answers, she was going to have to make something up. She’d started thinking of things, but in the end realized that nothing she came up with would hold up if he wanted a show. If she had an ability worth kidnapping and torturing her for, she didn’t know about it.
“Oh, I’ll give you to her eventually. I just want to know what you’re worth. You think I’m in this just to put out the sun or whatever nonsense that crazy woman has in mind?” Madison chuckled to himself, pulling her hair so she was facing him. “It’s a shame. At times I’d rather keep you for myself.”
“Put out the sun?” Maggie asked against her better judgement. She was pretty sure the key here was to keep quiet, but she’d never heard of something so absurd. “Does she think I have some kind of electrical knowledge that can reprogram that part of the dome? If so, I’d use it towards opening the doors.”
Madison laughed. “You? Have some sort of electrical knowledge? No, no one thinks as much. If someone wanted as much, they’d have asked me.” He was the one with the knowledge to reprogram things. His knowledge that was deemed not a worthy skill and had demoted him to the lowest of the pecking order in the dome. Just thinking about it pissed him off and for good measure, he dropped her head back hard on the hearth.
“Ow!” Maggie cringed, everything going white for a moment, the world seeming to spin. “I don’t know! Sounds nuts enough that maybe I’m some kind of sacrifice.” It was hard to think of reasonable explanations at this point. Why was he so set on figuring out this nutjob? “Don’t you think if I had some kind of power, I’d use it on you?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re some sort of sacrifice.” Madison laughed and shook his head. “No. I don’t think you’d be able to.” He pulled at her hair again, dragging her up. He could smell the fresh blood from where she’d hit her head and it made him dizzy with hunger, fangs filling his mouth as he eyed her neck greedily. He hadn’t fed in a day or two. Not yet. He could give her to Anne Marie short some blood couldn’t he? If he gave her to the woman. Maybe he didn’t want her to succeed in blacking out the sun, just succeed in scaring everyone. And what did she need this girl for? There were others.
No. No, no, no, nooo. She couldn’t handle being bitten again. It was just too much, too painful, and she immediately tried to backpedal despite the hold he had on her and the bonds preventing her for doing much more than flailing. “Please don’t,” she said softly, even though she’d learned that didn’t help. He never seemed to care. He wasn’t human enough to care…
Madison glanced up at her eyes when she pleaded with him. “Don’t what?” He was going to do it anyway, but cultivating that fear was the fun part. The rush. How many times had he asked the same thing only to have it shoved in his face? It was only fair.
That. She hated that. She hated that he asked, like he didn’t know. Every time she’d given in and told him, hoping that he’d have mercy. This time her hatred bubbled to the surface and she found herself spitting in his face. He’d bite her anyways. At least this time she could feel like she’d done something back.
That she spit in his face enraged him, which might not have been her goal, but that was what happened. This time when he slammed her head back on the hearth it was hard, intending to do more than stun.
The hit was hard enough to knock her out, blood from the wound dripping down her face. A part of her had wanted this, the darkness, except it made her suddenly defenseless. It was a bad place to be in with a man like Madison, but she’d never been able to get a one up on him. He’d had her beat from the start.
He watched the light go out in her eyes with a sneer, wiping at his face. She wasn’t worth his time. Not like this. He was done. Grabbing her by her shirt he lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulder and starting out of the house into the inky night, grabbing a shovel from set of old tools lined up near the house. The ground a good number of paces from the house was fertile, loose from the rain, but made to be used for gardening, but the old farmhouse had never had a family in it. Not at this point. He dropped Maggie on the ground, then set about digging a hole. It took a little longer than he would have liked, but he wanted to be done with this and it still took him less time with his extra strength. She wasn’t even worth drinking from at this point. He’d find someone else. With the hole dug, he kicked her into it, being sure to spit on her before burying her alive. Once he was done, he tossed the shovel away, then headed back towards town, he needed to feed.
A bit of Maggie’s blood dripped to the ground as he carried her outside. She lay lifeless on the ground as he dug, not yet dead but completely helpless and unaware of his new plan. It wasn’t until later, when she was buried beneath the ground, that she began to wake and by then she could barely move. She screamed, her mouth filling with dirt, and she fully expected to choke on it and die. Yet for some reason, she didn’t. For some reason, there was still air. Her fingers grasped the dirt around her and she began to cry. If she could keep breathing long enough, maybe she could dig her way out, but who knew how deep she was buried. Eventually, she would have to run out of air, right?