Her name was Delilah. According to her, she was Bachué's best friend. And now, she was her accomplice in her crime. But something was wrong. I heard it, Bachué shouted, "I love you." What kind of relationship did those two have? Perhaps… they were abominations?
Ali and I locked our prisoner in the attic of the inn where we were staying. We ordered to tie her to a chair and kept her without food or water for hours, much less let her sleep. The guards had the order so that when they saw that she was falling asleep, they would beat her.
The idea was to bend her spirit by the hour of the interrogation.
You should never immediately interrogate your prisoner, first you should marinate him in the middle, break him. Thus, you may not have to resort to violence.
After a few hours, when it was dawn, Ali and I decided to go in to question her.
"I wish the guards weren't present," I said as I entered the attic.
"Why not?" Ali asked confused.
"I don't want them to listen to what she has to say, that's all."
"No need to worry, they took an oath of silence."
"Forgive me, my Lord, I would feel more comfortable if this questioning is carried out in complete discretion."
Ali sighed.
"All right."
He nodded and the guards in the attic withdrew.
"I'm thirsty," Delilah said.
"I don't care," Ali replied.
"I am hungry."
"I don't care."
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"For me, you can pee or shit your pants."
Delilah gritted her teeth.
"You can eat, drink and go to the bathroom when you answer our questions," Ali assured.
"Where is Bachué going?" I asked.
"You don't know?"
"To the north?"
Delilah shrugged.
"Where did you learn to fight with the sword?" Ali asked.
What the hell did that matter? That was not important at the time.
"I learned by myself, while I worked as a swordsmith," Delilah replied.
"Are you a swordsmith? You? Interesting…"
Interesting or not, there were still a lot of questions to answer.
"What is Bachué's plan?" I asked.
"Runaway from you," Delilah replied with a crooked smile.
I gave her a butt. Very strong. I couldn't contain myself.
It didn't seem to hurt her.
"What is your relationship with her?"
"My relationship with her?"
"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean."
She gave the same crooked smile again.
And I hit her again, harder than before.
"Are you both abominations?" I asked.
"Do you want the truth, young Count" She replied in a challenging tone.
I nodded.
"The truth," she said, "is that she loves me."
PUNCH! I make her taste my fist, again.
"She never loved you ..."
PUNCH!
"You disgusted her ..."
PUNCH!
"You fucking abominations of the devil!" I screamed.
I raised my hand to hit her again, but Ali held me up.
"Enough," he said.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
They were both abominations. Sure, it all made sense then. That is why Bachué never bowed to me. It was because she had given herself over to the devil's machinations.
I smiled relieved. That confirmed what I always suspected: that it was all her fault, not mine. In fact, I would be the one to rescue her from her detour. When she is with a real man like me, she will heal and return to the path of nature. As she should be.
The mission to bring her back had become more compelling. Now it was a matter of saving a sinner.
"I will ask again," Ali said, "What is her plan?"
"Seek asylum with Duke Soto," Dalilah assured, "and save her sister from marrying that old man."
"How do you plan to do that?"
Delilah shrugged.
"I don't know the details. I think Bachué wants to change places with her sister. "
Ali shuddered.
Did Bachué prefer to marry Soto than me? Damn harpy. Damn the women. They are evil, conspiratorial, treacherous.
"We must stop the persecution," Ali said.
"What? Why?" I asked for.
"If it is true that the dark-skin thinks to go with Soto, we can no longer do anything."
"You are not being serious, my lord."
"Seriously enough, Count Derderián. The Duke of the South has no business in the North. The dark-skin is now Soto's problem. "
"No! We can't back down now! " I exploded in rage.
"Yes, Yes we can."
I felt the world spinning. I had felt something like that before… when I killed my father. But that time something was different. That time, I was conscious.
Everything happened so fast. In a matter of seconds, I quickly threw myself for Ali's sword, pulled it out of his sheath. He didn't have time to react.
ZAS!
I saw the tip come out of his back.
I looked down and realized that I was holding the sword with both hands. He looked at me confused and then I saw how the light in his eyes faded.
I dropped the sword and Ali's body fell to the ground, surrounded by a dense pool of scarlet blood.
I looked at Delilah.
"W-what the hell ..." she stammered.
I reached down and grabbed the bloodstained sword.
Delilah's eyes widened.
"No ... Count ... no, please ..."
I walked slowly. I wanted to savor every second. Damn women. I hated them so much. I wielded the sword as if my life depended on it, I raised it, ready to make the cut at that whore.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" She screamed.
ZAS!
No. I didn't kill her. I cut the rope that held her captive.
"Go away," I said.
Delilah looked at me confused, agitated.
"Go away!" I repeated, pointing to the attic window.
The whore was in shock. Not know what to do.
"Guards! Help!" I screamed. "Lord Ali has been assassinated! Help!"
Delilah reacted, ran, and jumped out the window.