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let the games begin

Cassie POV

“LET THE GAMES BEGIN” Silas says to us. The joy and happiness in his voice is not missed. The man behind him is smirking. He had wild blond hair and a scar on the side of his face. he wheels in a big tool box looking thing. When he opens it I gasp. There is all kinds of blades and devices that look like their meant for torture. And it then I realize my life is going to get cut short. I think of Tyree with his sexy smile. The children I’ll never have. And my sister who will have to pick up the pieces of a shattered family. I don’t want to die. “I’m going to start with something small to warm you up. It’s one of my favorites.” He says to us. Holding up a set of rusted plyers he says “this simple device will be used to pull your finger nails off one by one.” And all of a sudden there is no more air left in the room. Staring into my mother’s eyes I see shock and horror. But she speaks anyway. “Silas I want to take my daughters place. Do with me as you wish for how long you wish for. Please let me take her place.” He flies over to her and hits her in the face with enough force to knock her and the chair she chained to onto the ground. I see blood on her face. “FUCK YOU SILAS! “ I scream at him and he smirks then punches me in the mouth. With the blood that came into my mouth I spit it all into his face. Instead of getting mad he says “seems like you are the only coward in your family Zara. This little one is feisty. I like it.” then he lick the side of my neck. I’m disgusted with the gesture. “Back to the task at hand.” He says and sits my mother’s chair back up

“Since you like to talk ill start with you Zara.” Silas walks over to my mother and takes the pliars and begin to peel back very slowly on her nails. She lets out an inhuman scream. With every nails being flicked off blood spurts out. She begins to shake from the amount of pain she is in. I cannot help. I am bound to the chair. With the last nail my mother’s screams are echoing thru the entire building. He then sets his sights on me. I decide to do whatever I can to not give him the satisfaction of me screaming. I brace myself for the pain. The first rip sends a wave of pain that I have never known thru my body. I bite down on my tongue to keep the scream back. His smirk quickly turns into a scowl. He’s angry I’m not making any noise. I’m guessing that’s why he didn’t tape our mouths shut was to hear our screams. He proceeds to rip the next nail even slower. Prolonging the pain. I feel every bit of my flesh detaching from my nail. I let of a couple of tears still no noise. He does every nail on my right hand. He stands back and says. “I guess it’s time to up the pain level. I didn’t expect this one to be so strong.”

I can feel myself wanting to give into the pain. Wanting to succumb to the darkness in my head.  My hand in throbbing. My fingers are swelling. I look up to see my mother’s eyes barely open.  Her breathing is irregular. I’m worried because she has already been though his abuse for years so her body is considerably weaker than mine. I hear the door reopen. Silas is back. “So I like to call this one alphabet surprise.” He says his eyes shining with glee like a child. Holding up a small knife he tells us “I will be carving the letters of the alphabet into your backs.” My mother doesn’t even react. I on the other hand am speechless. I have no clue how I’m going to get thru this but I need to try to distract him from her and bring all the pain onto myself. He instructs his men to turn us sitting backwards on the chairs. My mother’s basically dead weight and I do not fight them. I realize I need my strength so I willing take my position. He seems enamored by me. He walks toward me and caresses my back. He leans in and smells my hair. I shudder at his touch. He rips the shirt off my back. And whispers in my ear “it’s a shame I have to carve into this pretty chocolate skin of yours. I’m starting to think you may be a worthy bed mate. Not like your frigged mother.” He’s planting kisses down my spine. I’m so utterly disgusted but I’m starting to think maybe his attraction to me is the way out. Before I can even try to play that up I feel the first incision of the knife. I arch my back at the touch of the cold blade. And feel him draw the letter “A” on my back. Once again I bite the inside of my mouth enough to draw blood. I can hear his chuckles. With every letter I see more blood pool on the floor beneath me. He’s beginning to push the knife in farther. And for the first time I let out a small scream. That seems to satisfy him but also keep the knife wounds incredibly deep. By the time he’s at “P” I’ve lost a good amount of blood and the pain is too much. My head is now slumped to the side. And now there’s a strange numbness flowing through my body. I begin to realize I’m going into shock. I feel the “Z” being drawn much to my relief. Silas steps in front of me and lifts my face so I can see his eyes. We sit there intensely looking at each other. Me with a look of hate. Him with a look of lust. And before I can turn my face he leans in and kisses me. As he begins to leans into it I head butt the piece of shit. Pulling back there a strange look on his face.  A mix of pride and hate. “Well I hope you like the show feisty one. Your mothers next.” He sneers in my direction. I had completely forgotten she was here. She’s slump in her chair and I’m not sure if she’s going to make it through this.

I try to even my breathing. The pain is throbbing throughout my body but the slight numbness from the shock settling in is wonderful. It seems to have taken the edge off slightly but has me feeling loopy in my head. My vision is blurred and I can’t seem to keep my head straight up. My mother is still breathing but barely. She seems so out of it and I fear she will be taking her last breaths soon. Silas walks over to my mother a rips her shirt off. And instead of slow steady strokes like he did me the ones on my mother a rough and jagged. This scream she lets out sounds like it would come from an animal. My mother’s blood us spurting everywhere. He’s literally hacking away at her back. I shut my eyes because I cannot look anymore. He is trying to kill her. In my mind I already knew this was his plan. “ENOUGH” I scream at him. He doesn’t even turn in my direction. Stab after stab my mother’s scream become less and less. I know the life is slipping away from her. Until there is no sound and I can no longer see her chest rising. I’m completely broken. I have lost my mother all over again. I have watched this monster kill my mother with no remorse. He steps back and motions for one of his men to get my mother. “Take this trash and dump it onto the witches door step with a note that says “come and get me.” And do not be seen.” The man handles my mother as if she is garbage. And I begin to thrash about in my chair. I never thought I’d have the rage I do inside of me now. Silas comes back to me and I simply say “your dead” and allow myself to close my eyes. I’m still awake and I can feel them carrying me out of the room. I can no longer keep my eyes open but I refuse to pass out. I have to come up with a plan. I’m placed into a tub of hot water. Peeking my eyes open and see a small red head kneeling down beside me washing me. She’s covers in bruises. “Who are you.” I manage to get out. “I’m Siren.” She seems shy. I can tell she’s not a demon. “What are you? A witch.” I say “no I’m a mermaid.” I think I heard her wrong. I try to ask another question but this time I cannot stop myself from passing out.