David carried a small, long chest with him as he entered the room holding Merida. Smiling without humor, he nodded to her as means of greeting while he circled her prison once. Eyes, alight with cruel intentions never broke away from hers. He radiated malice and with barely a sound he placed the chest upon the table in the room.
Finally, minutes later, he broke the silence.
“Good evening Merida, I trust you’ve enjoyed your stay with us thus far?”
Her sneer somehow suited her, it reflected the duality of her nature. Two sides of a coin. The proper, well off Baroness. And the savage terror that slumbered just beneath the surface, ready to surface at a moments notice. He was counting on that savage portion. He needed the rage. Rage could be beaten into submission, forced to reveal all.
Rage, gave way to mistakes.