The Black Army (BVB)

Chapter 9- Short Lived Torture

Chapter 9- Short Lived Torture

When Abbie woke up, her arms were chained to the wall of a dark room. Even with her sharp senses, she could barely see a thing. One small fireplace sat in the back of the room, allowing her just enough sight to see that their either was no door, or the door was sealed shut, and she wasn’t alone. She saw dark outlines of tables holding terrible weapons and tools, as well as fearsome objects hanging from the walls. She coughed from the horrible stench of something that hadn’t bathed in months. A figure by the fire moved.

            “Oh goody, you’re up,” a terrible, squeaky voice said, making Abbie cringe. She looked away from the figure as they stood up and walked towards her.

            “My, my, you have a pretty body. Almost flawless,” the voice cackled. She looked down at herself. Someone had taken off her uniform, leaving her in her bra and underwear. The voice’s long, crooked fingernail ran down her stomach and made her shutter.

            “Perfect, a clean canvas. I haven’t seen one of these in a long time,” it whispered, pushing her hair out of her face. “But where to begin?” it continued, almost talking to itself. “The possibilities are endless. As long as I don’t kill you, he said. I can have at you and do what ever I want.”

            Abbie shuttered and closed her eyes. If only she could break free of the chains. She heard something large be picked up and a cackle. She felt something sharp gently slide across her stomach, leaving a wave of pain behind it. She felt blood trickle down her body and winced. A lantern was hung over her head. She opened her eyes and saw the owner of the voice, an unreal creature stood before her. It was bald and short, bent over with a humped back. Its eyes seemed inhumanly big and its nose was crooked and large, ending in a point. Its smile was toothless and it war a brown robe. Abbie suspected it was male, but she couldn’t tell for sure.

            “You like that?” he asked, holding up a large knife with her blood painted across the edge of it.

            “Could have been worse,” Abbie shrugged as the wound glowed and disappeared.

            “A healer! Oh, that’s even better. You silly girl, I can do anything I want now!” he exclaimed, running over to a table. She heard the clattering of metal and the creature purred in happiness as he stood over the fire. He held a metal stick over it. Abbie guessed it was a branding iron. Her eyes widened and she frantically looked up at the chains that bound her. Her face twisted in thought and she looked at the craftsmanship. She had seen chains like those before. She smiled, but quickly changed her expression when the creature turned back around, the red-hot brand in his hand. He quickly and eagerly walked up to her.

            “Just see how worse this is going to get,” he whispered.

            “I’ll pass,” Abbie growled, her eyes glowing. The creature’s eyes widened when she pulled the chains off the wall, at the same time turning into a horse.

            “I believe those are made for animals,” she added, shaking out her mane. The creature looked dumbfounded. He dropped the branding iron, his mouth open in surprise. A few seconds later, a group of soldiers burst through the door, filling the room with light. One held a whip, ready to crack it at any second. Two of them dragged the shocked creature out of the room and the rest cornered her and put a chain around her head. They whipped her several times, but she didn’t make a sound. They re-chained her to the wall and shut the door behind her, leaving her all alone in the dark.