Van Gogh's Crows

Perhaps he had overdone it with the fear he had put into her to get her here eventually. She was so scared she couldn’t function anymore. That.. Hadn’t been his intention either. Yet it had been necessary. There were other ways he could have taken her to the ship, but unfortunately in his mind this had been the fastest and easiest solution. Turning to violence to get what he wanted, as if it was the only way he knew. In the end he would profit from his efforts. For now he had to gain her trust. That was the only thing that was keeping him back from hitting her once more when she refused his help. Disobeying his orders in the process as well.

It took him all his self-control to just stay put where he was standing as she walked over to the corner of the room. Her message had been clear. If the tone in her voice had been slightly different, he would not have complied. This time though, he inhaled deeply and sighed afterwards. He looked at her, how she sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees. ”Fifteen minutes”, He told her. Fifteen minutes to get a grip on herself. Fifteen minutes to figure herself out and change her damned attitude towards him. Romeo left the room, shutting the door behind im as he stepped onto the deck. In the meantime, he would prepare a holding area for her in the haul of the ship. She would need a place to sleep anyway, so he might as well fix that while he waited for her to calm down.