THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

34. THE BETRAYAL!

HEY FOLKS!

I KNOW I PROMISED TO UPDATE YESTERDAY ITSELF ON INSTA... BUT SOMETHING CAME UP & COULDN'T EDIT IT...

SO I EDITED TODAY & AM HERE WITH ONE OF THE MOST CRUCIAL PARTS OF THIS BOOK!

HOPE YOU WON'T HATE ME AFTER THIS!

WARNING: VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMAN IN HERE!

I DON'T SUPPORT VIOLENCE & WELL I DIE OF GUILT EVEN KILLING A MOSQUITO, BUT THE WORLD I WROTE THE STORY IN IN ALL BLOOD, GORE & VIOLENCE... :-/

HOPE YOU AIN'T HATING ME AFTER THIS CHAPTER IS DONE...

PART - DTHE THORNY AUTUMNS...

Pain...This was all she felt & knew... She knew not the source of it, for it ached everywhere, with everything she did... It felt like she breathed in nothing but pure pain...

"Avi..." she whispered almost inaudibly as another whip landed on her back.

Heavy breathes of her tormenter & her painful moans, along with her desperate calls resonated in the empty, stingy, dimly lit basement.

There stood she, Ishana, with her both hands tied above her head by heavy iron-shackles, she was tied so high that she stood on her numb toes.

Her hairs a mess, her body injured, her clothes ripped with blood oozing out from several places. Her busted lips parted, her body a mess of blood, sweat & dust, but she didn't care about it all... Her semi-closed hazel eyes seemed to loose their lights of hope, her neck tilted towards her numb, upward-tied arms...

"Tell me who're you!" screamed a knowingly-unknown voice.

Ishana ignored the voice yet again, something she has been doing for the past five days, as the lady walked to Ishana & pulled her head down by her messed hairs.

"I'm asking you something bitch!" yelled the same feminine voice, belonging to her friend-turned-tormentor.

"Why..." left Ishana's parted lips, as she blinked her eyes to clear her blurry vision.

"Why Diya... W-hy?..." asked Ishana, her voice barely an ounce above a whisper, while the lady standing in front of Ishana smirked.

"I-I t-thought you a-a f-friend...." spoke Ishana, her throat dry, but her ever-flowing eyes wet, yet again.

She have had so many betrayals, yet she knew not why these betrayals yet hurt her, yet affect her, yet stab her whole form again-&-again! Why? Why can't this pain die down? Why can't she get habitual to this pain? Why, fucking why?

The lady standing in front of Ishana only laughed at her misery, at the shattered pieces of her trust, which were making Ishana bleed every second, taking the life out of her with every look at the face of her enemy-turned-friend.

"Because you fucking deserve it!" spoke Diya smirking as she rounded around Ishana.

"Tch, tch tch... Poor-poor you! You should have at least considered this fragile useless body of yours before messing with US!" spoke Diya mocking Ishana, standing right in front of her again.

"I didn't ask that... I asked why're YOU doing this!" spoke Ishana, with a fire blazing up in her eyes, making Diya slap Ishana right on her face.

Ishana spit the blood & looked back at Diya, matching her red-rimmed hazel eyes' fire with a burn in Diya's.