"please! help me!" i begin to scream, frantically wishing for some kind of salvation. a tingling in my body returns, i no longer feel hunger, but endless numbness. i can't feel a thing, except for in my fingertips. there's a strange tingling.
i open my tear filled eyes to see a strange blue light, glowing and radiating from out of my fingertips. i gasp lightly, breathing quickly and more evenly now. i turn from my side to my back, and i lay there, studying my gleaming hand that shines like sunshine. was this the goddesses doing? i guess i can last longer if i have this, i just have to hold on. "thankyou, sylvia." i whisper, as i drift back into my never ending slumber.4 weeks have passed, and i am just barely surviving from the warmth and the comfort the presence of sylvia gives me. mother allows me to brush my teeth, and wash my hands. still, i cannot have a bath or wash the blood off of my body. i am rotting in my own stench. i have even smiled a few times, despite my state. i'm sat up now, and i can move my hands a little.
the sound of howls hooting echoes from outside the boarded windows, and i hear someone clambering in the storage closet. i try to get up towards the door, but my body won't move. i take my hands off of the blood covered floor, and lie down on my belly, trying to crawl to the door. my arms feel like they are going to break as i push all my body weight forwards and begin to scream. "HELP! HELP ME!!" i cry, very near the door as i begin to bang on the floor, throwing things at the walls to get their attention. i screech at the top of my lungs after i finally reach the door, banging and clambering on it. i hear someone draw near."my lady?..." i hear faes voice shine like a ray of hope.
"fae... oh fae please help me! tell the duke where i am! get me help!!!" i scream as i feel her footsteps run away. i didn't hear her answer, but i trust her. i begin to sob, hope filling my body as my happy tears flow like a river of justice, until i hear a familiar pair of heels approaching. it's mother. i throw myself against the floor and begin trying to scoot myself back against the wall, the blood in my hair irritating my scalp as i try to stay completely still. i hear the keys turn as my mothers voice begins to rumble. "persephone." she takes a step forward, "what was all that screaming about, i wonder?" she chuckles a devilish laugh, approaching me. i open my eyes to see the dreaded whip in her left hand, as she slaps it against her right.
"please... no..." i beg her, curled into a ball. mother laughs louder, a demonic laugh that haunts my soul. i never got beaten this bad. i wonder what i did wrong? "mother!! please stop!" i scream, crying tears that burn against the blood and wounds on my body. she's truly evil, standing over me as i look at her satanic face. how did the goddess choose her? 'sylvia, why did you choose my mother?!'
the pain is like fire, teasing my skin and burning me slowly. i lie there, the whip hitting my skin as mother laughs. i'm no longer numb, i can feel every bit of pain. but i cant cry anymore. i have to endure. i let my last tear fall to the ground as i lie there, lifeless, my skin bruised and bleeding. the wound on my head has still not healed. i'm hurting so much, but i can't hear a thing except for the taunting chants of my mother.and suddenly, the whipping stops. i see a set of hands wrap around my mothers neck and pull her backwards, the sound is distorted, like i'm underwater. mother screams as a woman drags her out by her neck. i feel a pair of hands graze my cheek, and stroke my hair. and suddenly, i get lifted up from the ground into an unknown man's arms. no, i do know this touch. its ryuuji. i begin to cry as i let my head droop onto his chest, my eyes shaking as i hear the duchess punch my mother all over, like she is a doll. her head flops just as mine did when i was being beaten, but she can't do this. my mother is the saintess. the duchy can't go to war with the holy knights, it couldn't be won. we'd be doomed.
yet, i peer over from over ryuujis shoulder as mum beats my mother blue, and i feel a sense of justice. you got what you deserved, countess ravenore.
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Saving My Duke
Fiksi Sejarahi lay there, hopelessly surrounded in a black haze. my eyes are deep, blue, and sunken in. my whole body is breakable, a body of glass. my husband, duke seibert, went to war. a gruelling war against our neighbouring country, he is said to have foug...