018 ☺ Voice (Private) ☺ Winter, spring, summer or fall, all you have to do is call

[moreincommon]

Ms. Windrunner,

I'm Mark, your new warden. Do you mind if I call you Sylvanas? I feel like it'd be a good idea for us to talk.

[He's looked at her file, but won't discuss the specifics at all. This is purely a getting-to-know-you chat, they can go into psychoanalysis and their plans later.]

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[moreincommon]

[Well, at least he has her attention and she's letting him in, so to speak.]

No inmate is here by choice. The fact is, until we can solve a few problems you're going to be held against your will. There's nothing I can do to change that, all I can do is help you get out of here. Threats are not going to stop me from helping you.

[spam]

[forsaken_queen]

I don't need your help, Rethore. [She pressed her arm harder into his throat, purposefully cutting off his air.] And if you insist on getting in my way, I will make you regret it.

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[moreincommon]

The Admiral doesn't seem to think so, and he's the one in charge here.

[spam]

[forsaken_queen]

Baathore. Perhaps I should prove the both of you wrong.

[The pressure on his windpipe increased, and her expression was impassive. She had every intention to choke him to death right then and there.]

[spam]

[moreincommon]

[She has every intention to, and she easily can. All he did to dissuade her was flail, and not even the kind of flailing meant to hit people. When the pressure on his throat increases he chokes out a phrase:]

Killing me won't change anything!

[spam]

[forsaken_queen]

[As she'd suspected, her new warden was a weakling. He wasn't even trying to fight back. Pathetic.]

Not this time perhaps. But if I do it enough, maybe it will change your outlook.

[spam]

[moreincommon]

Not any time! [But if this conversation is to go further, she'll have to release him and/or wait for him to finish death-tolling.]

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[forsaken_queen]

[She wasn't about to release him. In fact, she pressed her arm into his throat forcefully to cut off any more of his talk. If he was talking, he was still breathing. And she wanted that to stop, though it would take a few minutes. She had time.]

We'll put that statement to the test then, Warden mine.

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[moreincommon]

[Test away: his patience and loyalty really must be seen to be believed. Strangle away, he'll just... wiggle for awhile.]

[spam]

[forsaken_queen]

[She waits until the wiggling stops, and then a little longer yet. It takes four minutes to choke someone into unconsciousness, and then an additional four for their body to actually shut down into death. Strangling someone while standing up is not for the faint of heart, or those short of patience and upper arm strength.

Once she was certain he had expired, she tossed his body out into the hallway, kicking it clear of her door. She didn't want to be tripping over him if she needed to get by.

And then she went back into her room, and closed the door.]