𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡: ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔚𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

Twenty- nine: Torture

Amber

It was all a flash. One second I was in that car actually starting to melt my heart to let her in, then the passenger side window was bashed in, me fighting for my life against two men. Something sharp and hot hit my neck then my body failing on me.

“Wake up Amber. You must get UP!!”

My eyes shot open, and my body jolted up. Fully awake, but feeling weaker than usual. Right, those fucking hunters did something to me. It’s so dark down here, but I could still see. A steel door separated me from seeing the outside. Great just fucking great. My hands were shackled and the chain ran up to the wall. It wasn’t long but it gave me quite a fair distance from the wall. 

My dress is ripped and worse for wear, then my eyes moved back to the chains. I’m not a fucking animal to be caged like this. I reached to grab them and as soon as I did a blistering pain shot up my arm. I yelped and released my hold, glazing over. My hand was stinging and had the imprint of the chain marked in… burned in.

“The hell,” I whispered, clutching my wrist. The pain lingered as I looked around more. A table, stone walls, steel door with bars… Where the hell am I? “Amber, your pulse is rising. Calm down,” Tora said. “You expect me to be calm when I’m weak and chained like this?” I whispered. “Level headed, Amber. Remember that,” she replied. I sighed, squeezing my trembling arm and listening to my surroundings. Croaks and chirps indicate that it’s an aftermath of rain, so it’s early. Around five or six in the morning. The sound of choking steel rang in my ears and I winced covering them. Light illuminated through the small slit bars, and footsteps were now audible.

The lock turned and I backed up, releasing my claws if I needed them. The light shunned through dimly showing my jailers face. A huff left him as he hung the lantern on the wall. Anger sprawled in my body once I recognized it thoroughly. “Ze’ev wasn’t lying. You look exactly like her,” he said.

Without a second thought I lunged at him but the chains held me back. A growl emanating my throat. He chuckled, not even an ounce of fear coming from him and he had the nerve to poke me square in the forehead. “So, you know who I am, sprout.” I moved away and gnashed for his hand but he stepped back. “Vukasin,” I spat. He smiled, cocking his head to the side. His brown wet matted hair follows as well as his deep dull brown eyes. “Good, then you know why you're here,” he said, walking around me to the table at the corner of the room.

“I thought fathers were supposed to protect their own,” I growled. He leaned against the wooden battered table, and  glanced at me. Those eyes narrowing, seemingly growing darker. “You were a mistake,” he remarked. Ice was in that voice. That would’ve hurt me a year ago, but that's not it. What the hell did mom see in this ass crack? He grabbed something from the drawer. I don’t know, maybe a knife or a book. He walked in front of me and draped it across his fingers in my face. “This was her’s,” he whispered.  My eyes studied the lining of it. A gold encrusted necklace that held the same symbol that’s etched to my neck. He swung it up into his palm again and smiled. 

“Valuable prize for killing a court member’s daughter,” he chimed. I snarled, lunging again, but these damned chains only allowed me a few inches away. “You fucking sick bastrad,” I seethed. “You direct your anger at me, but I wouldn’t have found you thanks to your lovely coach. Oh, how he could be so ignorant at times,” he remarked. The heat that simmered off my skin grew hotter the more he taunted me. Tora kept telling me to be calm but this bastard killed her in cold blood and speaking of it as an accomplishment.

“You know at first I didn’t believe him, neither the rich fuck that hired me to find you. No, not until I sat down and watched your fight. Then I felt like I saw a ghost too. Then I realized that, no I felt the life slip out of her when I jabbed that dagger in her guts. Then I realized… her disappearance and reappearance was to have you.” Father, he's having an inner monologue.