Before I Fall

Chapter Forty-nine

How long had she been asleep? She was sure a minute hadn't passed already but then again she was so exhausted. Morgan had long realized that this was a part of her torture, she could never be at peace in here and no one could save her from the wrath of Mignon who now looked at her through the rectangular peephole. Where did the water even come from if her cell door was still closed? Morgan coughed violently as she tried to expel the water that had somehow got in her nostrils and into her respiratory system, it burned her chest. It also stung the infected, open wounds and she fought the sob that wanted to come out. She wished then that she hadn't recovered from the bite Roman gave her. She was ready to go peacefully into afterlife because this was no way for someone to live. She wished they'd end it, but Morgan knew that Mignon would find a way to bring her back to life just so she could continue tormenting her. The dungeon masters opened the big metal door of her cell and entered while her mother stood at the entrance with an evil smirk and a twinkle in her eye. They picked her up by the arms and pulled her forcefully before the Queen.

"I come bearing news, daughter. Remember that little studio you confessed to buying? That you were too caught up in to pay attention to my son? Well... I burned that filthy place to the ground until there was nothing left. Unfortunately for you, I think I may have also killed some of your students who showed up for lessons, wondering where their teacher was. Their charred little bodies were unrecognizable to their wretched parents." she gloated with an annoying cackle.

Seven hells, could this woman be more evil? She was certainly the devil's incarnate who reigned over a kingdom and the princess knew this wasn't the depth of her malfeasance. Her mother could be much worse. Morgan wept after hearing the news, her world had crumbled to pieces at the loss of her students. They were just children!

"You fucking bitch!" the princess wailed in grief. She felt spent as she cried for her kids and the terror they must have experienced.

She was also heartbroken for the other entrepreneurs who lost their livelihood because of her. What was she going to do? What could she do when she was locked down here. Morgan knew her mother was enjoying the sight of her breaking down before her, so much so that the broken woman's knees gave out from under  her and she was only held up by her arms. Morgan felt the bitch's warm breath fan her face when she leaned in closer to speak to her.

"While you mourn the loss of your insignificant little companions, you might want to know that I have removed you from the training program at The Federation because who are we kidding? You're untrainable, just like teaching a dog how to fly. You will have no use for those skills anyway because you will stay here and rot in this dungeon as I tear you down and all that you've built piece by piece until you fade into nothingness and are no more. Remember this, I can always make more heirs."

Morgan's head was hung low as she spoke. The pain she physically felt was incomparable to the pain she felt inside. Everything was taken away from her. She was nothing and so she'd be nothing until whatever time she had left ended.

"Do your job and make her wish she wasn't born! Make her bleed." Mignon gave the command to the dungeon masters then walked towards the exit with heels clacking on the floor with a resounding echo.

The men instantly obeyed her orders and dragged Morgan in the opposite direction to the torture chamber. This time Morgan didn't fight them, she would allow them to do anything they wanted to her. She had given up because suffering constantly wasn't worth fighting for. Using the shackles connecting her wrists, the men slung the chain on a hook that hung from the ceiling. Her arms felt like they were being pulled out from the sockets and her nerves felt hot as they tingled.

"Well, well, well, the Queen said to make her bleed. What shall we do to her first?" one of her captors spoke first.

He was a bald with a Herculean built body and a long dirty brown beard. The other dungeon master who was busy sharpening his knives looked similar to the one currently taunting her, but he had an older face, a protruding belly and messy brown hair on his head which lead Morgan to believe that they were probably related. It didn't matter anyway. Nothing mattered anymore and the subdued woman looked away from the smelly man inching closer to her. She turned all her focus on a fly feasting away on a piece of rotting flesh in the corner of the room. That would be her soon, just a chunk of meat for flies lay their eggs in.

She felt his nose run along her cheek and down to her neck as he sniffed her dirty skin then released a disturbing groan. His voice was off-putting and his hot stinky breath overtook her as he said in her ear,

"You know, I've had my fair share of whores but I have yet to try royalty." When Morgan didn't give him a response, he continued, "Don't worry love, I won't be gentle. As filthy as you are, I'd still ride that little black cunt until you split in half." His slimy tongue stuck out and licked her neck and his rough hand groped her barely covered bottom and squeezed tightly. Morgan literally had 'a knee jerk reaction' to his disgusting touch as her knee flew upward to hit the molester right in the groin. Only one man's hand felt right squeezing her derrière and the bald headed man doubling over in pain sure wasn't him. She felt no sympathy towards the crying man. What more could they do that they haven't already done?

Besides Lourdes, Morgan hadn't told another soul about the raven haired man that entered her life. She held on to that little secret as tightly as she could because no one else needed to know about them, especially her mother. She didn't fear what Mignon would do with that information, but what Roman would if he found out that she spilled the beans about him to anyone. The Underworld would become a slaughterhouse and she had to protect her sister and brother by any means necessary. Plus what she and Roman did together was private and no one else needed to know about it.

The backhand she received from baldy was so swift that she didn't see it coming. He hit her with such force that blood flew from her lips as her head whipped to the side. Morgan chuckled as she brought her head around again to look at the angry man. The laugh wasn't filled with happiness but with anger and bitterness. Blood kept pooling in her mouth and Morgan used her tongue to soothe the pain that shook her loose molar tooth. Her laughter seemed to anger her torturer more and he lifted his large had to swing at her again. Even though Morgan was ready this time around, baldly was stopped by the older version of him.

"That's enough Bartley, the bitch'll get what's coming to her." he spoke in a low menacing tone then put down the last of the knives he sharpened.

Bartley heeded the other's command and stepped away from her. The pot bellied man walked over to the fire pit and removed a hot fire poker. Morgan's eyes widened in fear at what was to come. She was prepared for anything they would do to her but that still didn't make her less scared of what was to come. She would accept it and hoped she wouldn't pass out from the pain. Lord knows what they would do to her if she passed out. The older man made his way behind her with the hot rod and it made Morgan curious about what he was about to do. She struggled against the restraints that prevented her from moving her head the way she wanted. She suddenly felt her right leg being grabbed and bent at the knee, she tried her best to pull away but the dungeon master held her firmly.

Morgan couldn't control the distressing cry that could make even the moon weep, she felt the fire poker being scraped against the bottom of her bare foot. The pain was so unbearable that her whole leg felt like it was melting. The dungeon master didn't wait long to do the same thing to her left foot. The smell of her burning flesh peeling off turned Morgan's stomach and made her heave. Only, there was nothing throw up because she hadn't eaten anything in days. Her throat was sore from crying and she barely had any voice left to scream. She was on the verge of passing out but she fought her body to stay awake.

"That's for hurting my son, you cunt!" the hateful words from the vicious man sliced Morgan's eardrums into pieces.

Her body shivered relentlessly as her tears flowed. Mignon would drown in all the tears she'd cried at her hands and commands. But who was she kidding? She was weak! A disgrace for a Royal. The savage barbarian wrecked havoc on her body again and again by slapping the hot iron her hip and brought it up to her waist. Her skin and the dirty rags she wore melted like butter as he moved it to her round bottom and held it there, making her scream and squirm trying to get away. He took his time to burned every exposed piece of skin that was exposed. For Morgan, the torture felt endless as he even switched to another hot fire poker to burn her some more.

"My boy is going to do whatever he wants to you and there is nothing you can do to stop him." he jeered as her came to a halt in front her. "Remove her from the hook and spread her out on the torture table Bartley. Let's show Your Highness what a real man looks like."

This was the moment for her to fight for her life, to fight for what shred of dignity remained and yet there was no more strength left within her. They were taking everything from her and she allowed it, she didn't deserve to live, no, she didn't want to live. Bartley took her of the hook and dragged her across the wet, dirty cobblestone toward the table where they sliced and diced body parts. Morgan was too far gone, she just wanted it to be over because nobody could save her now.