Leo's POV (BTW, Leo is a girl. Her full name is Leosilla [Leo-sil-la])
I feel it. Shaking my mind, telling me to bend and twist in their direction. I feel the rusty edge of a blade slide along my spine, it's jagged side just whispering against my skin. The blood dripping down my head, burning my vision with red and pain. I can't feel my feet or hands, they've been chained above or below me, trying me in mid air with nothing but the strings of my fading muscles holding my limbs together.
I won't betray. No matter how much they hurt me. My past caught up with me and I won't let it hurt my future. It's been weeks since they took me, only a few seconds after finding out about him. That stupid boy, he shouldn't exist. Yet, there he was, staring me down, and surprised yet relieved look in his eyes. Which soon turned to pain and violence when he heard the call of attack.
"Listen, you little slut. You tell me what they told you, and I'll let you run home with your tail between your legs." I grimace at the scratchy, familiar, voice. Gathering up enough strength to lift my head, I smile, laugh. Then spit in his face. "You dirty bitch!" He slides the silver blade along my stomach and hips, leaving a criss-cross pattern down my abdomen. I knew this would happen, I've got a plan. But I'll have to go to measures which will cause for me to be feared. For me to exiled, banished back to my land. I breath in, the stench of blood and piss clouding my nose.
"I'll talk" my voice is raw, and my throat screams at the pain, and as I struggle to look up. I'm met with a terrific sight. His face, scared and as much of a mess as it was when I left him. But a cruel, twisted smile was creeping up his cheeks. I was disgusted. But I could show that. Not when he believes I'll talk. Not when I know he's going to bring me back, to execute me, to prove that I'm not the funny, messed up me. To prove, that even though they've known me, learned about me, and trusted me, for the past few months, that they have no idea what I am.
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Poetry And Broken Lines
PoetryThis book does not get updates frequently. It is for my own personal use, and I warn those who read this. This is a book of poems, story ideas, and other writings. Enjoy!
