Chapter 18: Autumn SilverSnow

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When I regain consciousness, the world is fuzzy at first. I sit up, ripping the mask off my face. A deep gasp escapes my lips as I stagger to the wall of the room, banging weakly on the wall. "Let me out....please...let me out..." I mumble, sliding to my knees in the doorway, my fist uncurling at my side as I pant. Sweat beads on my brow, the world and everything I knew dead to me.

A picture of someone familiar flashes through my memory, and I strain to remember...

Someone opens the door and slams me into a bookshelf. My worst nightmare comes true as Morrel and Zedo come through the doorway, though Zedo is staggering through on crutches. His calf is bandaged up tightly and bloodstained, I'm assuming from the knife I gave him in the calf.

Morrel grabs my shoulders with a cruel smirk and slams me back onto the slab. I cry out as I feel my bones separate and my arm falls limply beside me. He straps my limbs against the slab with metal bands, tight enough that they nearly tear the skin on my wrists and ankles. I thrash, tearing the skin and making me dizzy with my pain. I grit my teeth and thrash again, my dislocated shoulder shaking limply in response. "LET ME GO!!!" I scream, thrashing so my hair becomes a tangled mess behind me. Hot, coppery blood runs down my palm and slips through my fingers onto the table. I have to stop for a moment, squeezing my eyes shut so I don't pass out from the pain.

When I open my eyes, Zedo is standing over me with a grim smirk. One that makes me want to slap him. Morrel comes up behind him with a knife, the blade steaming hot.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my gut churning as I await the burning pain to begin.

The knife slices through my flesh, making blood run hot down my arms as Morrel makes many small cuts. I lose my pride and my will to fight and I plead to the Goddess Clementia for mercy. Blood stains the white floor tiles, my cries and pleads echoing in the deadly room.

The satisfaction that Zedo and Morrel have from my pain makes me hate them all the more.

Their stupid faces were all I saw before I passed out from loss of blood and my pleas echoed for the last time.

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