A silver promise

Chapter 4: The target

I awake to the sickening feeling of a knife pressed to my throat and I remember what I did.

"I'm sorry, if you guys didn't rush in at me like that maybe I wouldn't kill you so often" I say hurriedly.

The knife digs in to the skin on my neck and hot blood begins cascading down my chest, they have never gone for my throat before, is this the end?

"You should have listen, sweet little Silver" he spits out with disgust "Boss told us to make it worse and worse for you, every time you disobey".

My eyes water slightly as my warrior face breaks slightly, usually I can keep my scars secret, but a large open wound on my neck will be hard to hide. God it stings like a bitch.

I can feel them pushing the silver knife deeper, it burns more then you think a knife would and I scream with the intensity of it all. Suddenly 'he' walks in and spares one look at me before turning to the men giving out the punishment.

"you stupid, ignorant dickheads, I told you to not hurt her in the next few days, her first assignment is coming up and she needs to be in top shape" he yells, running his hand through his silver hair in obvious frustration. 

you can tell that something is getting to him, the bags under his eyes reach further and further down each day and his wrinkles seem more prominent with every visit, the thought makes me giggle.

He whips around and drops his gaze to my level "that doesn't let you off the hook, little Silver. That was jerry you killed, my nephew, and I am not happy about it". I gulp "luckily for you, there are more urgent matter to attend to" he continues. 

"Release her from the chair immediately and deliver her to my office once she has cleaned up, put her in something nice for once will you, she looks like a sick dog" and with that he walks away, as if he wasn't just watching me being tortured. 

Once in my room, I notice a bath surrounded by many, many girly products, over the top shampoos and expensive looking body wash. Even on my bed, if you could call it that, was a cute looking outfit that as a bonus, would hide my new painful wound.

I realise the men haven't left yet. "Excuse me gentlemen but I'd like to get dressed without an audience" they snicker and begin to walk towards me.

"Cheer up, little Silver, we just want to have a little fun" one of them says creepily.

I guess I had time for a little fun.

Just as the first one is about to reach me, I quickly step into him and his smirk widens and then disappears as he realises the sharp blade of his own torture device is sticking right in between his ribs. 

The other man, who thinks he is missing out on the affection, pushes his friend out of the way, only to watch him collapse to the ground, the knives handle protruding from his blood stained shirt.

I smile as the second man retrieves the knife and hurries from the room, knowing exactly what his fate would have been had he followed in his friends footsteps.

I strip down to my underwear and black singlet, dump all the bottles of soap into the bath and soak into the hot water, admiring how the bloods washes off and stains the pretty bubbles that surround my beaten body.

I wash my hair with liquids that smell deliciously like apple pie and honey, my favourite treat to be given when I've done a good job. I relish in the feeling of cleanliness, one I don't get often and never like this.

I'd take this relaxing bath over the quick, cold showers I get weekly, any day. 

After getting out, drying myself and brushing my thick long hair, I admire the outfit laid out for me. A cosy grey sweater, a new black matching pair of bra and underwear and a cute dress with annoying little buckles. It takes me a while to get it on.

I tie up my hair and stare out myself in the broken mirror and sigh. 

I don't look so broken anymore.