Evil-bad-no-good Drabble the SECOND

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And I was so hoping that writing the first one would make the plot-weevil go away.  Please kill it, throw stones at it, feed it to the cat, burn it, flame it, stomp on it, spit on it, chop it into little bits with blunt scissors etc. It doesn't deserve to live. The sentiments expressed herein are in no way my own.

EvilNorrie2 - The Turner's Wedding.

Rating: R, for seriously disturbing subject matter, mentions of rape etc.

Norrington flashed a quick, cold smile, not bothering to keep the sneer out of his voice as he spoke - wished them well, in words but never in deed. He wondered, gloried, at their pathetic blindness, that they could not perceive his true feelings on the subject. Their union was a sneer at society’s convention, a stain on the Governor’s honour that could not - and should not - be condoned.

The pirate-spawned brat, Turner, and Elizabeth, now also a Turner - and maybe the rank of commoner was not marrying beneath her after all - appeared disgustingly happy. A lie. Norrington’s lip curled imperceptibly as he watched, imagining Turner’s hands pawing over the body of the woman bitch that should have been his, not imagining but remembering the boy’s screams of pain-terror-need as he pinned him down and took him. Convenient that the blacksmith would never dare tell his wife what Norrington had done - cowardice to deceive her, betray her and call it love, but the Commodore knew little William would find another excuse for the bruises.

The wedding continued without a hitch, and without a lasting true sentiment in the midst of the falsehoods. Norrington calmly concealed the coldness in his eyes, even as he derived some satisfaction from the certainty of the predidction. Any happiness the couple pretended to own would slip through their fingers like fading breath, like life. He would make certain of it.