All Your Fault

Chapter Nineteen

I paced the tile floor, my erratic thoughts trailing back to the feeling of Dorians’ mouth on my neck, my hand unconsciously fluttered to the spot. 

“Don’t leave again, or else” his snarling command rushed through the haze of hormones and anger followed in its wake.  Who was Dorian Petrov to tell  me what to do, I wasn’t a child. 

I stormed to the bed, the lush blankets inviting to swallow me up in a caccoon of comfort, something I very much needed.  Crawling with a dejected grace into the bed, I drifted into a heavy sleep the leavened my limbs and stole my mind.

The room was dark when I woke up again, the sun filtering through the slivers of opening by the shades.  I stretched my muscles, pointed my toes, arms overhead, letting out a huge sigh.  My body still ached along with the dull pounding of my head that was becoming a normal occurrence. 

I pushed the covers off myself, climbing clumsily out of the bed; it was high off the floor.  “Gotcha” a voice hissed, I froze, hands grasped my upper arms and I was pulled back. The breathe whooshed from my lungs, I groaned, it seemed that this was going to be a regular occurrence.

I was sucked into a dark room, the air smelled of musk and blood, the combination made my stomach twist in revulsion.  My wrists were shackled, as were my ankles to the wall, my shoulders groaned in pain, as they stretched to accommodate the new position.

I winced and opened my eyes; blonde hair glittered in the faint light given off by the torches lining the wall.  “You” I choked out.

He grinned brightly, “yes, me. I told you was coming elementalist. I would love to know how you eluded me,” he placed his hands behind his back and paced about. 

“I don’t know” I tried weakly, “I thought it was only a dream.”

“Well we’re going to put you through some….tests” he grinned wickedly, I shivered.

He nodded to a corner and a man stepped out, a weasel of a man. Beady black eyes shifted about, stringy gray hair scattered about a pale scalp; rotting teeth grinned out from a crude mouth. “This is Huldah, he will be your….teacher.”

Huldah grinned and waved his hand in the air, my body strained against the chains; I clenched my jaw, and swallowed a scream as pain ran through my body.  I sagged against my bonds, sweat pouring from my body, a sob built in my throat.  I knew what he was going to do to me; my kidnapping would look like heaven.  Despair wracked my body; I numbed myself, disassociating myself from my own body.

My screams bounced off the stone walls, echoing into the night.  Blood dripped down my arms in rivulets, my feet throbbed from open cuts; my face a crimson mask.  Their faces weaved in and out of my vision, cruel masks of evil intentions.

The torture went on for days they dribbled water through my parched lips, I savored each moment.  My body numb to the pain, the taste of blood how now become familiar.  My fingers were broken along with my toes, my wrists chafed from pulling against the chains.  My stomach cramped from lack of food, my throat burned from silent screams after waves and waves of torture were wracked upon my body.

A week had passed and I was silently seething in anger, my pain had been rolling over me in waves; waves I had become to know well.  The two men entered the room, each grinning evilly.  The blond trailed a finger my blood caked cheek, “Your such a pretty little thing. I wonder why no one has claimed this uptight child.” 

‘Uptight child’ echoed throughout my brain.  Warmth spread through my body, overriding the pain.  I screamed in outrage, my body strained against the bonds that chained me to the wall.  My hair whipped around my face, my head fell back, eyes trained on the ceiling. The smell of freshly turned soil filled the air, mixing with the heat that sucked the air through the room.   Two horrified cries followed, then silence.

I sagged once more, head lolling forward.  Two bodies lay charred and blackened in the corner, mouths open in screams.  I sobbed, what was I going to do now?