Cell 11 (Open)

[Willow Liddell]

Willow sat calmly in her cell. The Doctor had not called her for some time, nor, apparently, had he wished to see her.

Removing her stockings, she contemplated them. It was still early Spring, but not so terribly cold.

Raising her eyes to the ceiling, she wondered if...yes, it was possible. A cleverly placed block, and she could hang herself with her own stockings.

Sighing miserably, she tied her stockings into the shape of a noose.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"I don't think that will be necessary," A cold voice rang through the dank and dark cell, followed by slow and shuffling footsteps.

"You've missed a lot, haven't you, young one?" The Doctor said as he shuffled his way into the cell, supported by two canes that wrapped around his wrists at the top, made specifically for the purpose of aiding him in walking. "I'm surprised you have not come to visit me in my lovely little office." His wavering voice held a note of poignancy. "Or has Wynter not told you? Surely she left my side...no? Quite surprising..."

His body, much thinner than ever to the point of emaciation, but still much bulkier than it was when he awoke a few days ago, was wrapped tightly from neck to ankle to wrist in gauze bandages, covered only by a simple short-sleeved frock shirt and his worn-out old work pants that hung loosely from his hips. With every mannerism came an omnipresent shake that never left his skeleton, hindering much of his goings-on nowadays. His hands were nearly palsied, and his gaunt face had been scrunched so tightly in pain the past few days that his eyes were blackened around the lids and his lips were stretched thin as a wire. But still, he carried the dominating air that always followed him about like a mantle.

[Willow Liddell]

Willow looked up, seeing the Doctor. Her eyes went wide as she noticed the crutches, the bandages, and blinked.

"I did not know," she said calmly, nibbling nervously on her bottom lip, "I have seen or spoken to Wynter in some time. And if I had I know you were in pain, I would have come to comfort you."

"Tell me what happened," she half-demanded, her eyes darkening a little.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"What happened is only of importance to myself and my wife." He said silently with embitterment, "I certainly do not wish to relive that evening. All I will say is that I made a few wrong decisions and now I must suffer the consequences. I'm sickly and I haven't even left my room until yesterday. My body is weak and I fear I may die if I do not watch myself. Still my damn chasers force me to eat, even when I am not hungry, for I was comatose for nearly nine days and did not eat or drink a drop of nutrition. But none of this is the point."

He looked down upon the girl, and felt the sudden sting of guilt. In his craze to secure Wynter's love and passion he'd nearly forgotten this one, though, he supposed, she had been in hiding for quite some time. A second wave of remorse washed over him as he recalled the last time they had spoken, when the young one had helped him repair his shattered hip after their severe bout of lovemaking.

As much as his body screamed out to reconcile, to bring her back into his inner circle of friends and lovers, he knew she would not bode well finding that Wynter was now his wife.

[Willow Liddell]

Willow looked at him critically. This was the person she had given herself to, willingly or otherwise.

"A wife?" she asked, a bitter laugh at the end of her sentence, "ah, but I should have known. It's Wynter, is it not? You always did fancy her over me. Far be it from me to be jealous, but I did, in fact, give you everything I was able to give."

She laughed sardonically.

"What should it matter to me now?" she asked him, hands looping around the bars of her cell, "why should anything matter to me now? What do I have left? Do answer me that question, oh learned man that you are."

Pain was only part of her consideration. Yes, she saw he was in pain. Hers was not visible, but just as palpable. And she wanted him to feel its sting too. Just a little.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"But how can you be so upset, when it was you who did not seek me out. I gave you a home in my office, let alone my bedchambers. And did you take them? I seldom found you within the confines of the home I had given you within these cold stone walls. Had you been present at any time as of lately, the circumstances may have been much different, Willow[/]" he cut off bitterly, "But where have you been, eh? Alone and sad in your pathetic little cell. And see, I had to seek you out for any of these events to come into play. Had I gone on in my ways, I hardly would have seen you again, methinks."

He tapped one cane against the floor harshly so the chasers could hear, and his head chaser Vaudier came abruptly to his side. "Sir?" He said bluntly.

"I wish to have miss Liddell here taken from her cage and fastened in her manacles. I have unfinished business with her, and I require her in my office at once. Please bring her along..." he said quietly.

[Willow Liddell]

"No."

Her voice, though, soft, was firm and clear. As the Head Chaser approached her, he would soon find himself unable to pass through the bars to fasten manacles around her.

"I will not be anyone's mistress," she said, her voice rising to be heard, the old power which had passed to her throbbing in her veins like blood, "and you will not touch me again."

One knitting needle, she had sharpened to a deadly point, and she produced it now, a mixture of emotion in her eyes. The Chasers attempted to assist their comrade, only to find themselves unable to enter.

"Witch," one of them muttered," she's a bloody witch."

"I don't think your *wife* would like it very much, since you belong to each other now," replied Willow bitterly, "if you only knew what it was that made me leave that place, you would not be so hard on me now."

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

(OOC: Is there some real embitterment behind all this? You've been gone for quite some time..)

Doctor Bramsfield merely laughed spitefully. "Oh do tell. I'm sure it's tragic. I need some entertainment. And I do believe you have no room to judge, dear. Who are you to mock my beloved, the mother of my children?" He began to turn towards the hallway, readying his leave.

"And you think that I wanted to come in sexual contact with you again?? I have no desire whatsoever to even remotely consider you sexually. Nor any other woman for that matter. Do not let your mind get ahead of you... Or do you still want this old man loosening your joints?" He sneered crudely, his now short hair covering his eyebrows as they furrowed. "Poor little Willow Liddell. I have no spite for you, nor any problems with you. Quite a shame that you have problems with me... I would have invited you to meet the children when Wynter gives birth..."

[Willow Liddell]

((OOC: Not at all dear. I have no problems with anyone here IRL. I've just been going through some things is all, and haven't been able to give the site much attention. Hence, why I am, sadly, about to what I am about to do.))

"Oh, and that is all very well, you smug bastard," she said, "a curse upon you, and upon your children! May they never know the light of day...may your sons be driven to madness and your daughters never wed!"

She did not, and would not, curse Wynter, who had been a friend to her. It was not her fault that she had been cast aside like yesterday's garbage.

"Live with that, Edward Bramsfield..and live with this," she said cruelly. The knitting needle was sharp as a knife, thanks to the honing she had done. She drew it easily across her wrists, not gasping with the pain, blood pooling around her.

The chasers backed away as she paled, staggering to lean against the wall.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

(OOC: WHAT IN THE....)