Rise Of A New Heart

Chapter 5 Vengeance!

WARNING THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC SCENES, IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE BLOOD, GORE AND TORTURE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. BUT DON'T WORRY I PROMISE YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON ANY IMPORTANT PLOT DETAILS. THIS IS JUST ORLOV GETTING WHAT HE DESERVES AND NOW...

ONWARD TO VENGEANCE!

Now the ballroom was dark, save for the silvery moon light casting and eerie glow as it billowed through the partly drawn curtains. The heavy silence shattered by Orlov's pitiful whimpers has he crawled his way across the floor, unable to lift his own weight off the ground (all fat and no muscle) it also didn't help that he was scared shitless.

Enyo followed the clamouring count at a leisurely pace, her face in a scowl resembling Laws own frowny face. She stopped at the centre of the hall and stared at her former captor.

"Hello... Master" Enyo's words dripping with sarcasm.

Orlov just sat there trembling in fear as he had stopped scrambling for an escape.

"P-P-Please Enyo-Samma... H-ha-aahve mercy!"

*Flashback*

"PLEASE MASTER! HAVE MERCY!"

The young maid screamed as she was hoisted up off her feet and hung with her wrists above like the other prisoners in the dungeon.

"Mercy?..." He seethed,

"Why should I show mercy to a piece of trash like you?" Orlov snarled.

She knew pleading was hopeless, all she could do was grit her teeth and prepare herself for the pain to come.

"Those who misbehave must be punished." Orlov said as he snapped the whip in his hands.

He then slowly drew his arm back, grip tightening on the weathered handle, and yanked it forward bringing the whip along with it. The hard braided leather came in contact with the girl's bare skin and raised a large, long, patterned welt that blistered its way across the length of her back. Tightly shut eyes could not stop the hot salty tears as they began to fall, but the girl kept her mouth shut, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Again the whip cracked across her soft, pale, skin... this time succeeding in drawing blood. She clenched her teeth as the red liquid trickled down her back towards the floor, creating little puddles as it pooled around her feet. Every lash from the unforgiving instrument created more lesions allowing the crimson river to run freely from her veins. The ordeal felt like hours until she finally lost her battle with consciousness and let darkness embrace her.

*present*

Enyo's memory flitted back to the first time she was..."punished" It was horrific and it wasn't the last time either. Orlov's sniffle brought her back to reality.

"Mercy?" She said, her expression hardened as Orlov coward a few metres from where she stood.

"Why should I show mercy to trash like you?"

The counts eyes began to widen.

You said it yourself... Those who misbehave must be punished."

As soon as those words fell from her lips Enyo's hair came alive once more and four smoky vines flew out towards the count, wrapping around his wrists and ankles painfully restraining him whilst suspending him in the air. More strands separated from Orlov's Bonds and made their way around to his back, tearing his finely made clothes down the middle and exposing his bare skin. Enyo then slowly turned Orlov around so he was facing out towards the ocean. Willing her hair, a lock grew and braided its self into a menacing cat-o'-nine-tails. The sentient strands drew themselves back and with great speed and force threw itself across Orlov's back. He cried out in agony but that one is just the beginning... after he quietened down from the first blow the rest of Enyo's hair formed into a seemingly infinite mess of wild, tangled, serpents that flailed about then began to strike him over and over again. She was repaying him back for every wound he ever inflicted on her body... Three times over.

Orlov's screems resonated through the ballroom and probably the whole manor. Shortly after he lost consciousness and Enyo let his limp, bloody body fall to the floor. Walking up to him she used her hair to prop him up on his knees, and looked into the face of her former abuser, which itsself now was contorted in fear and pain. SMACK! Enyo's hand collided with the counts face jolting him back to consciousness. She then leaned over, gripped his jaw and stared right into his eyes. Without saying a word, her hair which had returned to its normal state yet coated in blood began to move again. Slowly, bits of hair seemingly floated up towards Orlov's face, thin needle-like strands made their way to his eyes and, like parasites they squirmed underneath the counts eyelids and to the back of the socket. then... POP! His eyeballs were out of their protective sanctuaries, exposed to the elements. Enyo gently took them, one in each hand and stalks between her fingers and stared into them.

"Th - th - the marines will b-b-b be here eh-eh any mmmmminute!" Orlov managed to choke out.

"Perhaps..." she said nonchalantly.

"But you won't be around to see them." She let a wicked, evil smirk crack her features.

"Farewell... Master"

With that Enyo crushed his eyeballs in her bare hands. All that could be heard was the bloodcurdling scream Orlov let out before collapsing on the floor.

Enyo looked down at her hands and scoffed.

"Disgusting."

She remarked as she rose and wiped what was left of the counts ocular spheres onto her dress. Enyo then turned and left the ballroom heading back towards the south wing and the Treasury.

I hope those who read-on enjoyed Enyo's vengeance. I'm sorry it was so short but I didn't want those who have trouble handling gore missing out on parts of the story. Thanks for reading!