Who We Are

Chapter 8

I Am Become Death
(Tw: Torture.)

It's been days, and Vivian has been through more pain than ever before. Right now, the Grounders had each arm tied up to a two post. Her shirt was torn off as they used a whip to whip her bare back, and her pants were also off.

"Ah!" Vivian yelled out in pain, tears rolling down her face.

"Who's your leader!" Tristan yelled.

"I'm not telling you!" Vivian cried. She hasn't said a word about her camp and her people since she's been locked up.

Murphy was in the cell he could hear her cries of pain and her begging them to stop. This is how it's been for the past few days, they got, whiped, beat, burned. Murphy even got his fingernails removed, but they didn't dare say anything. Even though Murphy wanted to, to stop from hearing his friends cries of pain.

Tristan roughly grabbed Vivians face, and the more she tried to move, the harder he would grip.

"Tell me!" He yelled, Vivian had tears in her eyes from the pain, but she shook her head.

"No." She spat, Tristan glared at her and shoved her away.

"Throw em backon raun Kom moun." He demanded the other Grounder that was in the room. (Throw her back in with the other.) The Grounder nodded and untied the girl, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Gyon op." He spoke as he roughly grabbed the girl. (Get up.) He dragged Vivian back to the cell and threw her in.

Vivian rolled on the ground, letting out a groan of pain. Murphy crawled over to her, picking her up so her body rested on him, causing her to hiss in pain since her back now had long gashes from the whip.

"Willa, they're going to kill us." Murphy said, looking over her cut-up body.

"I'm not telling them anything." She whispered, looking up at his worried blue eyes.

A few hours later, Vivian was curled up in a corner humming a tune, and Murphy could hear how broken it sounded it didn't sound the same like there was no pep in it like there use to.

Vivian knew Murphy was right about them killing them, but she couldn't let them know anything about her people.

There was a clang noise, and the two looked up to see four Grounders walk in with two chairs and rope. They put the chairs down across from one another, then two marched over to Vivian, and the other two marched over to Murphy.

"Hey, get your hands off me." Murphy said, trying to get out of their grip.

"Let me go." Vivian said they didn't know what was going on since they always took one of them into another room to torture them.

The Grounder shoved them into the chairs and tied them up. Then Tristan walked in.

"Now, since you two won't talk, we'll try something different." He walked between them and looked at them both.

"Go to hell." Vivian spat out, and Tristan laughed, leaning closer to her face.

"Oh sweetie, you're hell is just getting started." He smirked, Vivian glared at him and then spit in his face. Tristan stood up and wiped his face.

"Start with her." He said and walked out of the way so the other Grounders could walk over to her.

Vivian couldn't see what they were doing behind her, but Murphy could. His eyes widened, seeing the red hot knife they were bringing over to her.

"Hey! No! Don't touch her!" Murphy yelled, trying to get out of the rope. Vivian saw the red hot piece of metal and tried not to show fear, but Murphy could see right through her.