G/T One Shots

𝕋𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕

Words: 3743 (longer than usual but worth it)

Hurt/Comfort, Angst

TW: Torture

Published: 27/07/2021

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"Speak! Where is the Giant?" A high, hoarse voice boomed in the room, and the girl jumped at the immediate pain she felt in her head. She didn't even have time to catch some air before she was pushed back under the water.

She tried in vain to raise her head as she narrowed her eyes and felt weaker and weaker. As she was pulled up again she could breathe, and she saw the man holding her by her short hair lean forward.

"Are you ready to talk?" He asked her in a whisper and Nilsa seemed to be starting to speak, while she continued to take a deep breath. The man looked at her hopefully, with a satisfied grin on his face, realizing that he had finally broken her. But the girl had the strength to spit the water that ran from her face in his face.

"No," she managed to say, her voice broken and tired. For her impudence, the man continued to torture her for hours. He also stopped asking her questions, perhaps he understood that she would not answer him, or he simply wanted to punish her.

When the man felt satisfied enough, he let her fall back to the ground. Nilsa shivered and she could finally get some air, she was so tired she couldn't even keep her eyes open. One of her guards dragged her to her cell and left her there.

She had been imprisoned in that structure for months maybe, the girl no longer had the conception of time. Every day was the same, every day she was tortured in all ways, the food they gave her was terrible, she was practically skin and bones now. But she no longer felt anything, she was no longer afraid of those men, every time she was about to give up she repeated mentally to herself that she was doing the right thing.

"Why do you insist on protecting a monster who doesn't give a damn about you?" The man growled stubbornly, and she barely held back the groans of pain from the cuts that had been made along her arms. She is not a monster.*

"Look at you! You're pathetic," the man yelled angrily as he walked around her. Nilsa jumped, her head down as she felt the red liquid run down her arms. "Any information would be enough and all this will end, why don't you want to collaborate?!" The man slammed his fist on the table and after a moment of silence, he went away.

Worse and worse days followed, and the girl finally received positive news.

She would have been executed.

They would finally end her life and the suffering would cease. That night, the last she would see, Nilsa dreamed of meeting that ... spirit? She still didn't understand what she was, but she knew it was right to protect her, as she had done with Nilsa.

She was running into the woods, she was caught doing propaganda against the government. Again. If they had caught her, she would have rotted in a cell for the rest of her life. She had nothing to lose, her parents were executed when she was young.

But she still had a group of followers to lead, she wanted to fight alongside them the injustice of that dictatorial country. Citizens were reduced to an inhuman situation, limited by a curfew in the evening, with no right to vote. Nilsa had become the voice of those who wanted to put an end to that situation, but she couldn't start a revolution without taking some risks.

She had gone out of bounds and now, pursued by dogs and armed guards, she was trying to skillfully overcome the obstacles that stood before her. When she turned to make sure she had escaped her pursuers, she tripped and rolled down the side of a hill.