𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, ERIK LEHNSHERR

𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀

          Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into another month of endless torture. For someone who held a deep hatred for themselves, Kara had no clue how she hadn't given up yet.

She was sure she had seen the Grim Reaper in front of her multiple times during the night but had noticed it'd stayed in the same spot and wouldn't get any closer as she hung there. She figured she was hallucinating from the blood loss and how out of it she was.

Jamie had informed her that it had been sixty-one days since her capture. Kara made sure to thank her for all she had done to help her in the process, knowing she was inching closer to her death.

The poisonous disease in her veins was somehow worse than the burns her father forced upon her. It felt as if it were eating away at the inside of her body and burning her with ice like it was freezing her.

When she was allowed down from her restraints, she couldn't visibly see the disease which she thought was better than seeing it and knowing she was dying. What confused her was that the soldier who had previously held the disease looked half-dead. Instead of replicating him, she looked like she was normal, besides the obvious scars and wounds, as she carried the poison.

The same soldier ended up dead two days after the transfer, which made her father angrier, and ended up taking it out on her. That day was the second worst of them all.

He strolled in with the metal rod in his hand, his face filled with pure anger that resided in his head. She noticed how he didn't even mutter a word as he shoved the rod into the coal that was still in the room due to his words of warning.

"If you scream, I'll burn your body even further." That was what he had said the day of the transfer.

She figured that day was the day he would torture her for screaming after his warning. His anger was thrashed upon her the minute the rod was pulled out of the heated coal and as she watched him inch closer to her, his lip curled up in disgust as he pressed the red tip deep into her collarbone.

She let out a piercing yell that reverberated throughout the room and bounced off the walls, surely to be heard around the facility they were in.

"I warned you and you chose not to listen. This will teach you to obey." He moved the burning rod to her ribs that were showing through the white shirt she was wearing and pressed it into her flesh.

She bared her teeth and grunted, the sound emitting from her throat over and over again. Her eyes shut tightly as the pain never let up, sweat droplets forming on her forehead and trailing down her face.

"You deserve to die." He whispered, his jaw clenched as he pressed the rod against her temple, the one left unmarked. Now she was sure she had matching scars on either side.

That day was disturbingly slow with the way he took his time afflicting the most pain onto her without a care in the world. She remembered she had passed out once he left the room after midnight, not waking up until Jamie came in two days later with her food.

Mack hadn't entered the room for a week after that day. She didn't know why but she was thankful she had a few days to rest before more endless torment that followed after he came back.

Jamie was currently in the room, having fed her before putting her back in her restraints. Kara glanced over at her with exhaustion behind her eyes, running her tongue along her lips to wet them.

"Do you know where we are?" Kara muttered in a raspy voice.

Jamie kept quiet for a few moments before shaking her head. "All I know is that we're surrounded by trees. We're underground, though, I can feel it because of the air out there." She informed without so much as a mere glance.