Sparks | A NeonxReader story

Chapter 37

Y/N P.O.V.:

I was thrown into a room, the cold empty room was all to familiar. I struggled, and desperately got up, and banged at the door. 

"Let me out! Please!", I begged, but no one answered. I cried and begged to be released from there, but they refused. 

The door on the other side began to open, and I quickly picked up a sword that they had thrown in with me. I accepted that they weren't going to let me out, and that I would be forced to fight again. 

It had been like this for months. After they gave me this curse, they threw me in a room and wanted me to use them. But I didn't know how, and I was too hungry, too tired, and too weak to try. 

How could they expect me to fight when I was barely fed. I was never given the chance to sleep, and when they did, I wasn't able to. I was afraid if I fell asleep, that they would kill me. 

The door was now wide open, and I had seen many things come through it, between robots, to drones, sometimes I would be unfortunate enough to where they themselves would come in and fight me. 

I never won, I was like some pitiful punching bag that they used. I don't know if they did this for their own personal entertainment, or out of anger, or both. 

No matter how much I begged, they never stopped. 

Suddenly, a knife came flying out of the door. I barely managed to block it, but in doing so, my sword was knocked out of my hand. 

"No", I turned around, and attempted to retrieve it, but a sharp pain erupted in my back instead. I yelled in pain as I felt the warm red liquid ran down my back. 

I fell to the ground, my sword feet away from me, my only form of defense, my only hope. I crawled as she neared closer, trying to reach it in time. 

I grabbed hold of it, and turned around as she leapt on top of me, blocking both of her knives with it, the shear force of her landing required me to use both of my hands to stop her. 

"Wow. You managed to block it that time. I'm impressed", she said. 

I was already past my limit, because I was so tired. I gave up on trying to survive a few times, but every time I let them kill me, they just brought me back. 

She grabbed hold of my blade and ripped it straight from my hand, then threw it to the side. She took me by the leg and began dragging me to a wall with chains. 

"Please, just stop. Just kill me already", I pleaded. She was the worst, because she made it slow every time. Some of the others would just kill me instantly, but her, she got some sort of psychotic pleasure from making me suffer. 

She didn't listen to my plead, and tied me up to the wall. 

"Since you're to much of a weakling to present any real challenge, I'll just use you for target practice instead", she smiled. "It'll be just like Lingchi!". (Death by a thousand cuts)

I didn't have the energy to speak anymore, and I gave up. Tears flowed from my eyes, as silent sobs escaped from my lips. I just cried as she pierced me with her knives. I didn't scream, I didn't beg for mercy, I just cried. 

The pain from each knife plunging into me never got any better, it never hurt any less. But the pain I felt emotionally, was enough to make even the most painful death feel like a blessing. 

Suddenly, a knife went directly through my heart, and my cries ceased. That was it, the final blow to end my suffering for the moment. 

I was going to die, like every other time. I saw the light in front of me, and the silhouettes of three figures in it.