Ah, yes. Part 5 of Fading Lights. The last part of the first season.
Let's end it off with a bang, shall we?
After the unfortunate turn of events a few days ago, Jura finds himself in a different area than he's used to and will meet new friend...
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Nighty and me were out alone for once, mainly because I wanted to go on a walk to relax, and Nighty refused to let go of my hand, so we were just walking around a nearby and surprisingly empty park. Nighty started becoming more and more stable on his feet with our help. He still wouldn't be a big help if we were to be attacked, but we were at least able to finally do more than just sit around. Now we could go back to planning our attacks, to go plan how to kill that dragon. I glanced over to my hubby as he suddenly stopped, perked up. The grip on my hand got much tighter, not enough to make me yell out in pain, but enough to let me take a small, sharp breath. This isn't normal, he never tenses up that badly... Especially now since it hurts him like hell. I rubbed over his hand, signalling him to loosen up and tell me what's wrong. He looked around, frowning. "Nighty, calm down. What's wrong?", I whispered, trying to calm him down. He wasn't supposed to get scared fast, nor to stress out. So this was bad... He glanced at me and let out a quiet breath, mumbling something. I didn't understand everything, but what I did hear was enough to make me pull him close, keeping him safe. "We're being watched..." I looked around to figure out who or what was watching us, ready to attack. But neither of us were fast enough this time, even tho Nighty paused time right before the tranquilizer darts hit our necks. Time unpaused right as he got hit first, causing me to stumble a bit. It wasn't enough to make me dodge the dart, I still got hit. Everything went much faster than we thought, and within a few heartbeats, we were on the ground, passed out. And no one suspected a thing.
When I woke up an unknown amount of time later, I immediately realized that we were in a different area, tied to chairs. I didn't know where Nighty was, I just heard his raspy breaths. He must've gotten hurt again, shit... I struggled a bit against my bounds, trying to escape. Nothing would work, and all I got for my attempts was a hard punch in the stomach. A loud yell escaped me, I felt damn near like throwing up, but I couldn't curl up or defend myself against the hits. Quiet giggling could be heard in front of me, definitely belonging to a female. "Good to finally meet you, Zephyr~" I paused a bit, confused. I don't know or remember that voice... But it had a familiar undertone in it... This was weird... "Who are you? And what do you want from us?", I asked, powerless. She snickered softly and placed a finger on my throat. "Your little friend here is a really big danger for me, so I need you to get rid of him~ Either you'll do that on your own accord, or I will shatter your mind and force you to do so~" I growled lowly. "Don't even try, I'm not gonna murder my husband!!", I snapped back, only to get a hard slap. A yelp escaped me, this was absolutely shitty. I had no clue how to escape, or if it was even possible. All that I knew is that I don't want to hurt Nighty, even tho I might be unable to resist this woman for long. She started her torture when I gave no reply to her demand, ready to make me bow to her will.
After not even a full hour I was already howling in agony, trying to escape more and more. Another one and I was crying. At the third hour I had gone silent, obedient like dog. Sylvie, that's her name, was insanely good at torturing people without leaving many injuries, or spilling any blood. I was forced to bow to her will, seeing where Nightmare was. He was aware of what was going on, I could see him trembling in his chair. He had gone pale, quiet whimpers escaping him. He didn't know where I was, he was blindfolded, like I was previously. Sylvie giggled and gently ran a hand down my cheek. "So... You're gonna obey me, aren't you?~", she purred softly. I nodded, not feeling up to resisting. "Good~ Then I'll untie you. You won't run away, but get up and come with me, we're gonna get some equipment for your husband~" I nodded again and watched as she quickly untied me, extremely smooth with her movements. She freed my wrists and ankles, helping me get up. Standing straight was painful, but I still did so escape any further agony. She lead me out of the dungeon and to a nearby storage room. I followed her, looking around. I had no clue where I was, if this was a castle, a house with a basement, anything. All that I knew is that there was no escape, I'd either get lost, or immediately killed by her. She unlocked a door and showed me to enter. I did so without much hesitation, looking around at the many chests that covered the walls. They weren't marked, but one was different from the others. It was a very big box, made fully of metal. Sylvie went to that exact chest and tapped it. "Pick it up and bring it back." I nodded and did as I was told. The chest was really heavy, I could hear metal items inside it. Nonetheless I brought it to the dungeon and set it down near Nighty. He was terrified at the sound, his breathing picking up. "He's in a weakened state, so it shouldn't be too hard for you, Zephyr. I want you to slowly but surely torture him to death, and make it brutal~ If he dies in under an hour, you're following in his footsteps~ I'll be watching, you're allowed to bring him back until he either fully shatters, or doesn't wake up from the adrenaline syringes anymore. Oh, and give him a few burn wounds~", she instructed. Nighty whimpered loudly in fear, struggling as I opened the chest. My eyes widened in horror at the sight of the torture instruments I was given. There was so much stuff that it was impossible to try and spare him the worst agony. A barrel was also nearby with hot coals inside, as well as multiple long, heated up iron bars. Now I knew why she chose me... I know his weak spots, and she forced me to abuse those... I gulped and glanced at Nighty, silently apologizing. Sylvie grinned evilly, sitting down to watch.
