In which a girl is kidnapped by the king of New Orleans; The king who hates witches.
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SHORT STORY 💡
He hates witches for reasons unknown to Zizi. Zizi, a human (or so she thinks she is), moves to New Orleans with her sister for a fresh start afte...
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Pain and memories.
Two full months ago, before Zizi moved to New Orleans, is when she was content. She was not truly happy, but she wasn't depressed, terrified, or sad. It baffled Zizi how she hadn't been in New Orleans a full night before she was kidnapped and forced to live with Vamin. Still, besides a broke wrist, Vamin truly was not that bad. She thought Vamin was bad, but his acts could not compare to Essie's.
Essie tortured her day by day. She used magic to cause immense headaches. She'd then take to her skin with a scalpel, slicing and cutting away. After a few hours of torture, Seo would come and heal her with magic. Not all the way but just enough to where she was not externally bleeding.
Zizi felt drowsy, always. As she was constantly tortured. She'd be fed some liquid which made her even more drowsy. She assumes they untie her and cleans her while she's sleep because she doesn't have feces or urine on her.
And when she wasn't in her dazed state she'd been sleeping. Sleeping and dreaming. Pain and memories.
There was pain, and then memories. Dream, and then reality.
It was like having an out of body experience, watching these memories play out before her. Zizi was looking at them as if she was just a spectator there to watch a show. These memories would consist of meeting between humans and vampires. Some, between witches and vampires. These memories were given to Zizi. She had come to realize, because in every memory, there was her mother.
Pain would come after every memory. The pain her mother felt, and the pain Essie would currently inflict upon her. A constant headache. Her skull pounded, as days turned into weeks. Her stomach ached, and her muscles cramped as she had been tied to a chair in a cold dark room for weeks.
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