Revisiting Her

-Trauma-

Ouch! What the hell...

I tried to reach my head but both my hands were tied. Ohhh, fuck! I was wide awake now, but unable to move any of my limbs except my head. I looked around. I was inside a wooden hut, no bigger than the size of a bedroom of the old days, completely naked, bound with iron cuffs on a large wooden table. There was nothing in the room except for a stool next to where I was laying, on top of which I was able to see different types of knives, razors, lancets and fabrics all drenched in blood. There was a foul smell in the air as well. A mixture of rot and mold, but I could not see where it came from. I tried to pull my arms through the coughs, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get them to fit through. Shit! Shit! SHIT! There was light coming in from somewhere at the back. I tried to bend my neck to look at what was behind me. Two small windows shed some light inside the small cabin, but blurry as they were, made it impossible to see anything through them. There was a doorway between these two however and the table was perfectly aligned with it. Instead of a door, there was a curtain made of pine cones, tied together with fishing lines. There was music and laughter. I could hear it. I tried to see through the pine cones.

I could make out a number of people dancing in circles in the distance. I was not seeing smoke or the flickering light of a campfire. I could see clearly though they were not dressed either. There were both men and women and quite a few of them. There were probably around thirty of them, but I could not be certain at this point looking at them upside down and from a distance. Who are these people!? How can there be so many of them around here and we have never seen them until now? Shit, what is this? The singing and the laughter were getting louder. I looked again and witnessed they were now dancing ecstatically. In a successful attempt to concentrate more, I saw that some of them wore masks, others hats, or crowns, made out of flowers or branches or even animals. I could clearly see a person walking around with a bear's head instead of his own.

I pulled my arms as hard as I could, to get them through the cuffs. I felt the cold steel cutting through my skin. FUCK! Come on! Come on! Maybe if I break my thumbs... I pulled harder, but there was not enough strength in me left. I was scared. The night So and Minerva died popped into my head. This felt a lot scarier. Where is John!? Shit! What are they going to do to me? As this thought crossed my mind, I raised my head to look at myself. Aside from scratching my wrists trying to break free earlier and the pain at the back of my head, I was not feeling any other pain. I panicked. Am I just waiting to die? Is this it? I let myself go and cried. My mind raced in an attempt to find a way out of this mess but without success. I had no recollection of how long I was on that table, crying alone. It was certainly quite a while though as the light started to become dim. The festivities had also subsided when dusk came. I decided to overcome the pain in the back of my head once more, to see what was the cause.

I could clearly see the light of a bonfire now. Two figures stood in front of it facing each other. One was dressed in a white tunic and wore a crown, the other was naked like the rest of the crowd, which was kneeling in front of them. The figure in white made a movement with their hands inviting them to stand up. They started chanting slowly but I was unable to make out what they were saying. This was the least of my problems now however as through the pine cone curtain came a group of women. All of them stepped into the hut slowly and looked at me with calm expressions, smiling indistinctly and stood around the table I was laying on. Their ages varied. None of them was an old lady, but I could tell some of them were still girls, fifteen or sixteen years of age tops. They were wearing nothing but crowns made of ferns, branches and wildflowers.

"Please..." I said with my voice breaking and my mouth dry. " Please don't hurt me... I beg you."

"You must be thirsty dear..." One of them said, maintaining her calm expression and her smile. She was holding a wooden jug. Her beauty was otherworldly, but at this point, this made her even more terrifying. She purred some of the content of the jug into a cup the girl on the right presented her with and offered it to me.