Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Fifteen

Y/n pov

I was forced to stand, then shoved against the wall, my back to the monster. Before I could even let out a sound of protest, the first lash came. The whip, sharp objects weaved through it, easily tore through the thin cloth that covered my back. Even worse, it easily tore through the skin, ripping away flesh, blood instantly poring from the newly made wound. I didn't even scream, the shock itself silencing me. The whip cracked again, a new lash slicing across my back, crossing over the other one. It was harder than the first, and this time, I screamed. Again, and again, and again. The cracking sound seemed to go perfectly with the screams. Each time the whip connected with my back, it ripped away the flesh, each on digging deeper, each one crossing the others, and each was more painful then the last. Blood covered my ragged back at the point, the pain was unbearable. Ice paused, the blood splattered whip resting at his feet. My legs gave out, and I fell to my knees. Shaking, with tears falling, no, pouring from my eyes. Ice chuckled darkly, grabbing my arm and yanking me back up. Yelling out in pain, I tried not too fall back down, staggering wear I stood. He dragged me through his disgusting Basement, into a separate room. The scene made me want to barf. cells lined the walls, each one seemed to be filled with something. They seemed to be...almost like test subjects. Each cell had a clip board, giving a information about the horrific scene. One, showed a man, his flesh appeared to be melted away, the bone in terrible condition. His eyes were gone, and his mouth was open, revealing his ragged, disgusting throat, it was riddled with holes. I thought he was dead, however, when a small moan of pain left his mouth, I flinched, tripping slightly. Ice shoved me back up, pushing me towards it. In the process, his hands were roughly shoved against my back, against the bloody flesh. I shouted in pain, stumbling into a cell. At first, I thought it was the same one as the mans, but I found it was empty. I shuddered, pain ripping through my body like...like nothing I would ever think I'd feel. To think, less than a week ago, I was comfortably sleeping in a warm home. I found I was panting, trying to focus on anything except the pain. Sounds. I listened to the terrifying sounds. I heard the damned demon slap the iron door shut, locking it. Calmly, he walked across the room, opening another. I heard someone gasp, a girl, most likely my age, if not younger. This time, I turned around, watching him. The girl only had one arm, cuts and scars littered her body. She let out a blood curdling scream as he grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the corner, and dragging her across the room. "NO!" She shrieked, "NOT AGAIN! PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY!" She continued to scream different things, begging him not to do whatever he was planning. The girl was sobbing as she was easily dragged across the room, up the stairs, and into his torture chamber. Everything went silent, suddenly, I felt I didn't get the worst of his beatings. "Poor Maya," A soft voice muttered, "All she did was take a small piece of bread..." I turned, it came from the corner. For the first time, I realized that there was someone there, sitting in the dark corner, with their legs drawn to their chest. It was a boy, one my age, just as the girl was. He had dirty black hair and pale skin. He wore an old jacket that was ripped and torn, and the same went for his black pants. He offered a sad smile, it was easy to tell it was fake and forced, he spoke with a slightly raspy voice, "So you're his new play thing, eh? What you here for?" I didn't say anything, instantly deciding to not trust him, though, he didn't look like he could do any harm. He shrugged slightly, "That's okay, most new victims don't talk...if they can talk." I shuddered again, he continued, "Could I at least know your name? Mine's Alex (Such creativity!)." Hesitantly, I whispered, "Y-Yn..." As I studied him, I went on, "Wh-why aren't you..." I trailed off. "Hurt?" He finished, looking down at himself. I nodded, he really wasn't...Alex had a bruise hear and there, and a couple scars, but that was it. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. A rough, loud voice, from across the room, "Because he's Model student!" He yelled in a mocking voice, "He wouldn't hesitate to do whatever the BITCH wants! And when he doesn't make him do his dirty deeds, he's a silent still piece of SHIT! HE GETS EXTRA FOOD AND GETS TO LEAVE!" After that, everyone who could, was screaming and yelling at Alex. Quietly, I looked at him. He didn't move, he was just starring at his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and everyone fell silent instantly, fear was heavy in the tense air.

(Siiigh, as much as I love this book, I'm slipping from the Minecraft fandom...Sorry guys, I'll still be sticking with the same genera/style/whatever you call this, but it'll be a different fandom, or just my own characters! *CoughcoughSageTwinsCough*)