Trigger Warning!
Contains blood and pain and torture and all things bad, if you don't like this kinda shit, skip the whole chapter.
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I let out another scream of misery as the whip strikes again, leaving yet another fleshy wound to lose blood from across my chest.
The agony is overwhelming, i've never felt anything remotely close to it. Suddenly, all the little things i've cried over as a child seem like nothing compared to this.
I open my eyes and try to decipher what i see through the ocean of tears streaming from them. Pud, the stupid oaf is staring at my misery with a satisfied yet excited expression, a thin whip made partly of metal and partly of leather glistens with my own crimson blood, held tightly in his massive hand.
I had let my tears fall as soon as the first strike hit home, feeling my flesh part so willingly at it's touch made me wonder why humans were made so physically weak, you would have thought years of evolution of running from tigers would have created some kind of resistance to sharp objects, but no.
Pud had taken off my suit and left me bare expect for my plain blue underwear, then he had started off the torture with breaking my ankle, preventing me from running if i somehow escape my bounds.
Then he had chained me to the wall, my hands shackled up above me, proceeding to make me wait in pain as he slowly beat the shit out of me, i had fainted then. When i woke, he started pacing around the room, picking up different tools and setting them down, each more intimidating than the last, he had finally settled on the common whip. I remember using something that resembled a whip when i went to riding lessons, i had always been grateful to them, allowing control of the horse fall back into my hands when they started to stray. Now, faced with one to be used on me, i can't recall the feeling of gratitude anymore, instead i looked on with terror in my eyes.
This is the fourth strike i have received and i am barely hanging onto conciousness as it is. The line of pain i thought i wouldn't ever be able to survive is crossed has already been trampled over. I feel helpless, hopeless, and so, so terrified. For once, i don't know what to do. I only know one thing, one thing that i'm holding onto like a lifeline, one thing i can entrust all my hope into right now.
Butler's coming, and he'll bring Holly and Morrigan.
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