Prophecies and Lies

chapter 29

Ariana's pov

The leather whip slashes my back, its sound resonating through the darkly lit room, making me cry out loud.

I don't know how many I have taken already. I lost count a while back. When my mind became numb, leaving me for the blissful darkness.

One of the guards splashes my face with cold water, waking me up from the beautiful silence, where my pain had no meaning.

I'll be honest, I don't know what's been happening for the past few days or hours, just that one moment Andria and I were up against each other, and the next thing you know my whole life's gone. Everything is gone.

I'm in a cold desolate room where there is no light, no food, just pain and cold. Everything is cold and dark here.

My eyes brim with water, and my throat hurts from how much I have cried in the past few days. I don't know what time it is, or what day it is, or if Nate or Mama have tried looking for me.

I hope they have, I really do. I don't want to stay here.

The whip lands on my back again, causing my knees to give out underneath me, the blistering sting left behind too strong for my mind to keep up with as a dull numbness takes over me.

The silver chains around my wrists hold me up even though I wish they didn't. Their prudent touch against my wrists has me pulling at them, they're horrible, and it's not because they're too tight around my wrists.

It's because they're made of silver. It's as simple as that. It's poisonous to wolves, and it digs away at your skin like a corrosive acid till there's nothing left but decomposed flesh.

I tug at them harshly, the guard growls out loud. He makes his hatred for my small rebellion known as the whip lands on my back again.

I feel blood drip down my back as I wheeze at the impact, my eyes shutting on their own accord as my jaw clenches in hopes that it would lessen the pain, but it doesn't. Instead, it has me choking out blood.

I look up, glaring at the guard standing in front of me.

Our eyes meet for a second as he sends me a smirk, proud of his colleague's work, making me clench my jaw in anger again as I try not to growl at him. What a bastard, he's lucky that I'm tied up right now otherwise I would be making sure he had no teeth to smile with.

The guard's smirk widens at my reaction to his dim-witted smirk, his chubby cheeks pulling up as he says to the guard behind me," I think that will be enough for today."

I sigh in relief as the guard holding the whip stops. He sneers at me as his eyes meet mine, his hands whipping away my blood that was smothered all over his whip.

I look away disgusted by what I see in his eyes, shameless pride beaming brightly in those haunting eyes. What a savage.

If only I could punch his face to make him tooth less, maybe than I could smile with him.

They get rid of the chains around my wrists, their movements hurried as if they had better things to do other than beat us, helpless prisoners.

I fall to the ground the second the support of the chains leaves me, a loud moan of pain leaving me from the harsh movement and the grazing of my knees against the cobbled concrete of the prison. I curse as I stand on shaky legs, my knees now also bleeding.

By the time I am standing on my own, only one guard remains, his eyes trail over my figure, something that disgusts me to the point where I feel my stomach churn with unease. My skin breaking into goosebumps.

I clutch onto the dainty clothes that they have given me, as I think of all the reasons why he's staring at me like a creep. My palms break into a sweat, and my heart almost stops. The pain from the whips forgotten when I see the other guard come back into the prison.

I step back to stand near the far corner, my back almost touching the wall, making me wheeze as I stand taller, trying to stop it from skimming across the rough brick again. I'm already hurt as it is, and the last thing I want is it to get worse. My eyes go to the guard who just entered and back to the one who was ogling me earlier, My eyes go back and forth between them like a crazed wolf trying to decipher their next move as I get my guard back up. I'm not letting them touch me again.

The guard who came back holds two containers, one bigger than the other, with a white cloth balanced on one. He catches me staring, "W'at you staring at?

"Nothing," I mumble out, my throat crying out loud at the horrible movement of my tongue as I force myself to look at my feet.

I hear the movement of fast feet and the whispering of words, which sound almost like the wind, causing me to peer upwards to see the guards rushing to leave, the door smacking behind them, making me flinch.

I spend a small heartbeat wondering about their abrupt departure before

I close my eyes for a brief minute, enjoying the silence of knowing that I won't be getting hurt for the next few hours.

I open them, for them to automatically land on the two clay pots. I hurriedly walk closer to them so I can see what's inside, feeling a strange warmth on my hands as I lift the lid of the smaller pot. I regret my actions the second my nose is hit by the smell of oats in sickeningly yellow milk. I look into the second pot to see that it is full of a thick green paste. I scent out the paste to realize that it's a healing salve.

I smother some of it onto my knees. It burns at first but then starts producing a cooling sensation, making the pain less bearable. I'm about to get more to put on my back when I spot something in the pot.

I wipe the small parchment against the hem of my dress to see a few blurred-out words scribed on it.

Come find me

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