In The Mist of Shadows

Chpt. 8

The hallway was dark, Adela always hated the dungeons. Her father used to threaten her with them as a punishment. As well as telling stories of demons who hid in the dark, waiting to torment whoever was next to be thrown into the cells.

She was sent here to check on a new prisoner. She didn't know who he was, what he did. But she assumed it was bad as she felt uneasy, afraid when she walked the hallway. Everything in her told her to run, a cold sweat forming on her brow. 'Just get in and get out.' She told herself as she rounded to the cell her father told her to go to.

It was open.

Barely making a sound as she drew her sword she looked in. Nothing. Not even the sound of breathing. Her heart began to pound as she felt him behind her. 'RUN!' Her subconscious screamed. But when she turned around the 'him', one of the guards blew a familiar sleeping powder in her face and she was out with the strike of his hand across her cheek.

She only woke up for a few seconds at a time. It was like flashes. Their faces had smiles plastered on them, pain shot through her body, blood covered herself and them. The feeling of their hands was repulsive, made her want to rip her skin off. It wasn't until they ripped her clothes and took turns driving themselves in her that she truly woke. She fought, scratching, biting, kicking, hitting.

But they got her on her stomach. And before she knew it a loud deafening ring filled her ears as she felt the knife drive into her wing. She screamed to the point her throat burned but she couldn't hear it. Her back, her wings burned. She threw up a few times before only her back was screaming. She couldn't feel her wing. Where the fuck was it? It was in the corner, the color draining from it.

She felt another male push himself in her, laughing, taunting, begging her to try-

Adela was screaming, thrashing when the female came in. She was minding her own company, reading until her eyes grew heavy when she heard the screams. She felt the pain behind them. Adela looked like a wild animal in a painful trap. She didn't know what to do, how to make sure she knew it was just a dream when she awoke.

The female felt bile rise in her throat when Adela let her dream, what she was seeing leak out and onto her but she forced herself to swallow it and walked over. "Hey." She spoke softly, voice raw. "It's a dream, just wake up." She didn't stop crying and shivering despite the room being warm. "I'm going to wake you up."

The female only had to place a hand on her before she shot up and gasped for air, as if she was holding her breath the entire time. She looked to her, the blond haired female dressed in robes of some sort. She must be one of the priestesses. Adela threw herself into her not even thinking, holding on so tightly her nails threatened to pierce her skin. But the female squeezed her tight, cradling her head like her mother used to do for her. "It's over. You're safe." Adela sobbed freely in her arms, her pain spreading through the room. The female joined her in crying, her pain was insufferable. She felt like he wanted to die just to escape it. For so long she felt this, and felt it all alone.

"I can't-" She began to speak, being choked out by sobs. "Breathe-"

The female pulled back and looked at her. "Shh. Look at me, look in my eyes... You are safe. It is over, it can't hurt you anymore. Just follow my breathing." She began to breathe slow breaths in which Adela tried to copy. "That's it, just breathe."

"I'm so sorry." Adela felt shame rise as she probably woke this female. This female was here because of her own trauma and Adela was now pushing hers onto her.

"It's alright. I sometimes get nightmares too. Just try and remember that it has pass, it can not hurt you anymore."

"What's you name?" Adela asked after a moment.