~30 days since hybern~
My heart hammered against my chest as my dress was ripped off of me, leaving me exposed to Ziven and the guards holding me down.
I was in a different dungeon in the manor, one I had never seen before in all my years of familiarisation with the place. Still another cage though...
"Last chance Ziláa, marry me or suffer." Ziven bellowed from behind me. I didn't need to turn around to imagine the wild expression on his face, I could sense his anger and complete insanity.
"You'll have to kill me before I marry you Ziven, you're pathetic." I snipped, using that one last jib to hold onto my pride.
I heard air abruptly fly out of his nostrils, as though it was smoke from his state of rage. Then I heard something crack behind me.
Too quick to be a smash-able object
Too sharp for it to be ceramic
When I came to the realisation of what was in his hand it came snapping down on my back. Once, twice, thrice.
My eyes instantly filled with water, tears threatening to spill over as he brought the whip slamming down onto my back.
He began to shout in between the licks "Still think I'm pathetic Ziláa?" I tried to remain silent but began crying out once he'd reached the 24th hit.
My vision started to blur and I knew I'd lose count soon, I needed to think about something else, anything else.
I began to imagine myself in the Dawn court before Amarantha. Having tea at lunchtime with my mother in between my adventures with Orelia. I'd go and see Orelia once I find a way out of this place, her and...
Azriel
I wouldn't make him known of my presence but Eddies let me watch him from afar just once more, just to see that he's okay. Cauldron I beg you if you hold any mercy for me help me out of here.
That was my last thought before darkness finally welcomed me with open arms.
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A Court of Watchful Shadows
Fantasy"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils...
