Rebellious Constantly Running

Chapter Eight

Day three's torture was a lot worse unfortunately I didn't pass out. The pain was unbearable and the loss of blood made me faint. My clothes that were once clean and comfortable were now drenched in blood and sweat and stuck to my body causing sores. What I didn't understand how this will ever make me turn to darkness it made no sense.

Maybe it was all just game to them. Kiton laughed at my pain. My tears were like the greatest comedy he'd ever seen. It lasted for what felt like hours until finally I was chucked back into my cell. This happened every day for the next week each day getting worse. I had hoped I would build up a tolerance to the pain but I had no such luck.

Me and Anna started to become friends, we helped each other to stay strong and I promised her when Jason came I'd make him rescue her two. I told her we would live in the mortal world. She told me she'd learnt never to hope and I should learn too. I bit my tongue. Jason would find me.

My scars were so sore and I was so afraid that they would get infected, I knew if they did I would most certainly die, no one would care to help me. I needed Jason to help me.

My stomach growled all we ever got was a slice of stale bread and putrid water once a day. My body was used to starving but this was logical. They were giving us enough to keep us alive while also ensuring we were dehydrated and weak so that we couldn't fight back.

A month passed I kept count of the days by drawing tallies on the wall near my bed with a rock, my memory of loved ones was starting to slip away and the hunger in my stomach was gnawing away at my mind. I wanted so badly to let the warm embrace of insanity take me away from the horrible place but I could I had to keep fighting, for Jason.

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I cried out in agony As Kiton slit my ankles I struggled to breathe through the pain.

"Stop it!" I screamed at Kiton in Greek. He threw the knife against the wall, I flinched as it clattered to the floor.

"If I ever hear you speaking that langue again I will make this seem friendly." He jolted my head up by my hair and slammed it down.

Everything went black.

My eyes blinked under my eyelids and my head felt like a beating drum. I opened my eyes Anna was holding my head gently.

"What did you do?" She asked concerned.

"I shouted at him in Greek" I managed to say weakly sitting up with her help.

"Promise me you will never do that again, they will make the torture a lot worse and it will kill you." She said forcefully.

"I promise"

I wanted to get us both out of here alive with or without Jason's help even if that meant complying.

Even thinking about Jason made me angry, he let this happen. We were meant to look after each other. We used to be best friends but now, all I felt for him is pure hate that burnt inside me like a fire. He should be the one suffering after all he's the reason my life fell apart. He's the reason my parents are dead and he let them take me.

Kiton didn't come for me when Anna was taken away he must have assumed I'd still be unconscious. I lied down for a while trying to sooth my head. I tried to wipe away the blood that was still trickling from my nose ever now and again that wasn't a good sign.

With my stone I began to draw on the wall my hands were shaky but it distracted my mind it was willow tree that I drew, my hand moved furiously creating branches and leaves. The sound of shouting pulled me back to reality. What was going on? Three Dark Ones walked down passed my cell they were carrying a body, a child, my heart dropped to my stomach I saw her brown curls, her emotionless hazel eyes, the scars on her thin arms.

Anna.

Anger built up inside me until I couldn't contain it no more.

"She was seven! Seven you bastards! You killed her! You bloody killed her!" I shouted at the top of my voice as I hung onto the bars that once held both of us prisoners but they just looked at me, one guard almost looked sorry for me. It must have been my imagination or maybe it was sarcastic. I started screaming in Greek I'd be punished for it tomorrow but I didn't care, she was seven! I promised her but I don't care! I don't care if I die! I howled in anger, I wanted to break the bars and make them pay.

I crumbled to my knees sobbing. I couldn't fight any longer.

More days passed torture almost didn't affect me, for a while I was just too depressed. But the dull pain soon turned back to agony after weeks turned to another month. I was all alone no one there to help me get through this, and it destroyed me, they broke me and I just didn't care.