Guarding Omega

2

A/N: This is a tough chapter. It includes scenes of violence and a possible reference to suicide. If you don't want to read it you can skip it. Otherwise, proceed at your own risk.

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The door of the dungeon opened with a loud creak as Margo shoved Ivory into it. The cold air filled Ivory's lungs as she breathed in, travelling into every fragment of her body, piercing through her bones. Margo throws her one last look before she exits closing the door behind her. The waiting was nerve-wracking. But what else was left to break out of her?

Her happiness was broken years ago, after the death of her parents. The skin on her back was broken so many times by the whip that there was a mess of scars and reopened wounds. The pain did nothing to her anymore. She got used to it. Her hopes were broken as time was passing and the possibility of escaping this hell was nothing more than a distant dream. A fantasy. Her strength was broken through the excessive load of chores and the prohibition to eat for long periods of time that sometimes lead her to the brick of death. But they didn't grant her even that favour.

She knew that in this state, her days in this life are limited, and many times she was just expecting her time to be over, but another day was coming to let her suffer all over again.

The door of the dungeon opened again and Ivory turned to face the devil with wide eyes. The tall, muscular form came out of the shadows with slow but determined steps. The faint light in the dungeon was making him look even more sinister than he already is. With each step closer he made, Ivory was making steps back until she hit her back at the wall. A cold chuckle resonated from the torturer standing so close to her that she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. The warmth should feel comfortable but coming out of him, it was as good as ice. His crystal blue eyes were darker, reflecting his evil soul. 

"So, you've been naughty again Ivory?" Drake spoke with an ominous tone in his voice, barely louder than a whisper. "I'll start to believe you like it." He added, taking a strand of hair hanging in front of Ivory's face and placing it behind her ear. His touch was making her skin crawl. The touch of a snake.

"Wh-Where is...Dan?" Ivory asked with dread. He was cruel as well, but sometimes, he was considered enough to hit her with less force. She was waiting for an answer for a few seconds but in return, Drake burst into laughing.

"Do we have preferences now? What, you don't want me?" He mocked her taking half a step closer. Their bodies were touching briefly. He could feel her body shaking. "I love to make you tremble. In all ways possible."

He started rolling his sleeves up to the elbows.

"But you're lucky that I promised my father not to touch you." He said stepping away from her and walking towards the wall that had all the equipment they needed during punishments and interrogations. There was a rolled whip hanging on the wall. It used to be a brown one, but the rope towards the end was darker. Definitely with Ivory's blood. She was the only one whom it was used upon.

Ivory walked reluctantly towards the centre of the room. Resistance was futile, it would only make it worse. So, it was best to get over with it soon. Drake grabbed her hands with a harsh movement attaching the chains – hanging above her – around her wrists. The chains are high enough, making her body stretch, her toes brushing the floor.

Ivory could not see him, but her body stiffened when she heard the familiar sound of the whip unrolling, his edge hitting the ground. The sound of steps echoes on the stone floor until it stops behind her. Drake plants his hands behind her neck, grabs the fabric of her dress and he tears it open. The cold air hits Ivory's back as the fabric falls around her waist.