Facing Consequences [TAG: HELGA]

Korso had sat down in the couch as he waited for Sinclair to arrive. He had already paged her, but he supposed it took a while to get from the B Division to here. The staff rooms, and his personal room, laid far closer to the A Division. Still she should be here soon if she weren't occupied.
He took another sip of his beer and looked down at his watch. Any second now. This would be fun.

Helga obediently walked to Korso's office, her face white with fear and anxiety. There was no way he could know. How could he find out? Helga shook her head and sighed. He couldn't possibly know about her and Jane.

She finally found his office and quietly opened the door. She stepped in and gave him a soft look. "Yes, sir?" She said firmly, looking him in the eyes.

"Ahh, glad you could come," he said and put his beer bottle back on the table before standing up.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" he asked, his tone seemingly pleasant. He had given her a job, given her his respect, even given her an easy job. But she had disappointed him. He had seen this coming, it wasn't like Lannister and McCoppin hadn't been unruly in the beginning. They just had to be put in their spot, and so did she.

Helga felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of her neck but her face remained calm and unmoved. "Not that I know of," she said with a stern voice. She pursed her lips together and didn't move or tremble, just stayed silent and still.

He knows. Fuck me, he knows. Helga swallowed hard. She knew she was probably about to lose her job. She would be such a disappointment to her father. She could break and confess and beg to not lose her position. But she remained quiet. She at least had her dignity.

He grabbed the rests of a green apple and took a final bite before walking closer to her, resting his shoulder on the back of the sofa and wiping away the applejuice from the corner of his mouth. All the while keeping his eyes on her.
"Y'know," he said and swallowed the applepiece. "It's a shame. I was actually starting to like your girlfriend, but you leave me no choice." Not that his mind would be changed just by her confessing, but the fact that she still hadn't been broken enough to tell him the truth made him mentally frown at her.
He walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it open. If Helga were to step closer she'd probably notice the unconcious body in the bathtub. He'd gagged the slender woman and put a bag over her head, just in case she were to wake up. Her hands and feet were bound, and her brown hair was spilling from the bag. He had to smile, there was no doubt Helga would pick up on it immediatly. That was, if she was as bright as he had thought her to be.

Helga felt dizzy when Korso opened the bathroom door. She inched forward a bit to see what was inside the door and gasped. She didn't even care anymore. "No," she whispered. "You didn't.." Helga put her hands over her mouth and felt the heat rise in her face. Was she unconscious? Or was she... dead?

Helga slowly walked closer to Korso and glared at him with anger in her eyes. She had no words, she was in such deep shock. He wouldn't have killed her, he couldn't have.

"Nahh, she's alive," he smirked, looking down at her. She was shorter, smaller than him, but damn was she fierce. That almost made him laugh. "I wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun," he said and chuckled.
He pushed her forward into the bathroom and tossed her a small, lidded knife. If she tried to turn it against him, he knew he was big enough to stop her before she caused any real damage, he wasn't frightened. With her intellect she should know better than to even try.

She stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed the knife looking at it curiously. "What kind of game is this, Korso?" She asked, her eyes blurring from the tears slowly forming. She felt sick even holding the knife, even daring to be apart of some kind of sick plot he had in his mind.

But Korso was her boss, he was her superior. So Helga just waited, hoping that he wouldn't make her do what she dreaded to do the most.

"I warned you about getting too close with the prisoners," he said serious as he stared at her. "Look at you! You're even crying! Over one of them!" He was yelling now, but quickly regained his posture and leaned back against the wall.
"This is a lesson you need to learn. If you feel bad about it, that only proves why it needs to be done. Now, you can either kill her yourself, slit her throat nice and easy, or I will. Slowly and painfully. And by the time I'm done I will have fired you and pinned the murder on you. Your choice."

Helga looked away from him, embarrassed that she had shown such emotion. She had just never cared so deeply for someone like that before. She listened to Korso's orders carefully and bit her lip. She swallowed down the vomit starting to come up. She felt hot and dizzy and her vision blurred before her.

Helga looked up at Korso who stood looking down at her with his arms crossed. She let out a small sigh and fell to her knees beside the girl. She propped her up on her knees and let her limp body fall on her shoulder. She rested her head on the bag around the woman's head. "This is murder," Helga whispered.

It was a long silence between them after her statement, before Korso revealed the harsh truth.
"So?" he asked, giving away just how little he cared. Criminals weren't people, specially not murderers like this one.
There was a time where he'd believe everyone were people, everyone deserved a chance. But not anymore. He looked at them, but felt nothing but hate and rage. He looked at a criminal, no matter their crimes, and he saw his face... the man who'd...
"Do it," he ordered to distract himself from his thoughts. "Now."

Helga trembled slightly at his booming voice. She swallowed hard and stared at the knife. She dragged the body to where Helga was closely behind her. She brought the knife up to her throat but she just left it there, her hand trembling.

She was about to murder the one friend she ever had in her entire life. The one person who actually cared for her. The only one who might have even loved her. She closed her eyes, not caring that a tear fell down her cheek. She couldn't scream. She couldn't hide. She couldn't run away. There was no getting away. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel in control. She felt lost. She felt empty, and alone.

Before she could think another thought, she quickly held the woman's head and slit her throat before she could even blink. Helga groaned loudly at the amount of effort she put in. She wanted the death to be quick and efficient. She threw the knife down and collected the woman in her arms, letting her blood soak her shirt. Monster, monster, monster. Was all she could think.

He smiled as he saw the blood flow over the floor. It would be a messy clean up job, but he might just have Lannister do that. He was sure she wouldn't even mind, it didn't seem like anything he did could phase her, and he appreciated her for that. McCoppin had always been the stubborn one..
"Now what have we learned?" he asked, his voice pleasant but seething with poison. It was retorical, he didn't expect her to answer. He just wanted her to get the message. You don't make friends with prisoners.

Helga ignored Korso and laid there with the woman on her, her hands still trembling. Her breathing quavered and every breath kept getting harder. She just took a life. An innocent life, who didn't ask for any of this.

Helga carefully placed the woman down on the ground and stared at the limp, dead body before her. She didn't know what to say. She just turned around to face Korso. She showed him no sorrow in her eyes. "Anything else?" She asked, bravely.

Korso shook his head slowly with a grin on his face. "No, you're free to go," he said amused. She wouldn't forget this any time soon. And even if she did, he was only happy to remind her of what he was capable of.
Now that Sinclair was leaving and the whole thing had played out he took the time to page Lannister for a cleanup-job in his room. It was tempting to ask McCopping just to annoy him, but he wasn't sure he'd want him in his room for that long.

Helga nodded and held her head up high. She walked out of the room without looking back. Without shedding another tear. She had indeed learned her lesson. She was going to keep quiet. Keep to herself. And do her job. And not let anyone else make that any different.

He looked up and smiled once Sinclair was gone, looking behind him and closing the door to make sure she wasn't going to see.
He walked over to the lifeless body and undid the tied bag around her head. She had actually gotten off quite easy in here, no suffering and dying in her sleep. That was the best anyone could hope for. Besides, he had the feeling she was asking for it anyway.
He pulled her head up by her hair, looking at it. She served her purpose alright. He had picked the perfect girl for the job too. Her body and brown hair was just perfect to convince Sinclair that this was her little pet, but he wouldn't get rid of E24248 that easily, she was way too interesting at this point. This one on the other hand, was about as fun as a brick wall. He was going to kill her anyway.
Turning her head around, he took a look at her neck. B05443, you're quite the lucky one.

((OOC: You killed a pregnant lady. O_O MONSTER))

[OOC: Haha, that made me smile xDD But her owner actually let me know that she is so busy with work she has no time for roleplaying or even catching up on the forum, so this death was an easy one for me xD]

((OOC: Of course! I was just joking! I just love how much of a sick bastard Korso was. ))

Joseph Korso wrote:

 It was tempting to ask McCopping just to annoy him, but he wasn't sure he'd want him in his room for that long.

 {OOC: XD Korso, what did Dean ever do to you to make you be so irky about him? XDD Lmao!!}

[OOC: Idk, but it's so much fun D: I have a feeling it's just because Aurora and Helga are far more submissive and do what he asks while Dean is in the corner grumpy about everything he has to do xDD Which is so much fun xDDD]

{OOC: XD He still does it though, even with the grumbling! XDD Wow, just had a picture in my head of Dean flipping Korso off O.o *kicks Dean* NO FLIPPING OFF YOUR BOSS! XDD lol}

[OOC: Flipping off your boss = Korso doing more shit to annoy you xDDD]

{OOC: XD Had a feeling lol Dean, you're asking for trouble >.> XDD}