Therapy Session of Ron Plunderman #5

Ron lay back resting on the couch, so far he had been extremely unresponsive and the doctor was starting to show signs of frustration.

 “Ron? Ron do you hear me?”

Ron didn’t respond, his breathing was feint and rhythmic as if he was falling asleep.

 “Is this your latest thing is it? To sleep through these sessions? It won’t work you know”

In an almost dreamy voice Ron replied. “Shhh. Not so loud.”

“Ron you know what will happen.”

Ron yawned. “I don’t care about any of that.”

The doctor sighed. He tapped his pen on his journal as he thought on how to provoke a response from his uncooperative patient. After a short time the tapping abruptly stopped and the doctor smiled.

“You know, I’ve been speaking to Titus.”

 Ron breathed slowly. “Ah good, about time he got some help.”

 The doctor shook his head, “No not as a patient, he has been asked to testify to the Lord Council.”

Ron yawned and shifted slightly on the coach. “Heh heh serves the Lord’s Council right.”

The doctor patiently continued. “He is going to testify that you are insane and a danger to society.”

Ron’s mood immediately changed, he sat up and looked the doctor in the eyes. “What? That slimey cock sucking weasel. He wouldn’t dare. He told you that?”

The doctor shook his head, “Not in those precise words … in fact quite the opposite, he claimed he will do everything he can to help poor old Ron.”

Ron was immediately irritated, he really didn’t like being referred to as poor old Ron.

The doctor continued, “How do you suppose the testimony will go? Poor mad Ron is misunderstood…he’s just got a few issues .. he’s not that bad for a drug addicted killer? “

Ron growled, “This is bullshit.”

“Perhaps, ” said the doctor, “ but as I keep telling you, I can help you, I can stop this from happening.”

The doctor paused to allow his words to sink into Ron. “Now that I have your attention can we please continue?”

Ron begrudgingly nodded.

 “So if we can revisit what happened in the cannibal village. You say Titus butchered the captive women? Correct?”

Ron nodded again. “Yeah he harped on about taking them back to civilization to receive a fair trial but suddenly changed his mind. He demanded only he was allowed to execute prisoners so he went in and cut their throats.”

“Hmm “ said the doctor, “ and how did that make you feel?”

Ron shrugged. “Not sure. Can’t say I cared that much either way.”

“But you did ask to keep one as a sex slave?”

Ron shook his head, “Not a sex slave, just a slave but I probably would’ve fucked her regularly. Anyway that never happened because high and mighty tight arse got all precious over the idea.”

“Did you really mean it? To keep one as a slave?”

Ron shrugged again. “I don’t know, sometimes I just say stuff. But yeah, why not? A little cannibal slut for a slave might’ve been fun a while.”

“For while? What do you mean by that?”

Ron sighed, he really hated these sorts of questions. “I mean for awhile, as in not forever. I really don’t know what I mean by that.”

The doctor looked at Ron curiousily, “Okay, but why keep a slave? Did you think it would give you a feeling of power? Do you like the idea of owning people like pets?”

Ron looked at the doctor dubiously. “Why would keeping a slave make me feel powerful? Mutagens and potions make me feel powerful?”

“So then why did you want a slave?”

“I don’t know, “ said Ron, “ I said I wasn't even sure if I did, but maybe I felt sorry for them. Could’ve given at least one a second chance.”

“But they were evil right? Beyond redemption? Otherwise why would Titus have killed them?”

Ron rolled his eyes. “How should I know? All I know is I found the imbred sluts all passed out from drinking. Never saw them do anything bad.”

The doctor wrote something down then asked, “So you think Titus was wrong. That they weren’t evil?”

Ron shook his head. “I’m not an idiot doc. I know they ate people and probably did all sorts of fucked up shit. I don’t need Titus’s bullshit powers to see that they’re evil. But that’s the way they were brought up. It wasn’t their fault.”

“So you did care about them being executed.”

Ron sighed. “Yeah okay maybe a little bit, but really I mean it, only a little bit. I haven’t lost a wink of sleep over it.”

The doctor nodded, “Okay so go on, tell me about the little bit you cared?”

“Okay, so the paladin declares them beyond help and cuts their throat open. That’s it their lives end right there. They get raised as cannibals, never learnt anything else and they get punished for their parents sins. That’s what Iomedae is all about, smite this and smite that. I bet you Iomedae’s ranks are filled with homicidal maniacs who only became paladins just so they can kill people legitimately.”

“Oh and another thing. Why is it okay to cut someone’s throat open, but not keep one as pet? Heh? I don’t get. Atleast as a slave maybe they might’ve learnt something?”

“Do you mean redeemed themselves?”

Ron again shook his head. “Redeemed, what the hell does that really mean? Redeemed to what? As in learn how to kill as Iomedae would prefer? Pfff. Whatever. Maybe they would’ve learnt from me what a real man is like. Or maybe they would’ve escaped and started eating people in Sargova. How should I know? I’m not a bloody oracle. Go ask the poofter if you want to know about the future? Or the crazy witch. “

The doctor scratched his chin, “You know Ron, I really have no idea what you are trying to say. Are you saying its okay to eat people?”

“No. “ said Ron. “Its disgusting, but if I was stuck on a desert island with you, I would eat you to survive. What I’m saying is they probably never had a choice in anything and Titus ensured they never would either. I mean I bet he thought it was a more merciful to kill someone rather than give them to me.”

“Maybe it was the other way around, that giving them to you wasn’t punishment enough.”

“Not a chance doc.”