Secrets | R.W

𝑰𝑰 - 𝑹𝑬𝑫

❝𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.❞

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The silence never bothered Aelyn.

She felt safe within its grasp. The soundproof wall blocking all of the horror beyond it.

She never felt alone at the sight of the empty room they had her locked up in. No visible door, no desks, no bed, nothing. Just an empty white room with a soft mattress in the far left corner. The one she refused to touch.

All else, they had taken away.

"Precaution," Enrico Martinez had said. They had made him her guard. She wondered if the thought alone had amused them. Knowing that the man who had beaten her, before she even arrived, was close, yet so far. The thought had certainly amused her. Getting him fired up had become her most favourite activity.

Martinez had been watching her closely as Safers, who she had never seen before, took away the little furniture that had once decorated the already blank room.

As if she had any possessions of her own anyways. That happened about half a year ago, she guessed.

Truth be told, Aelyn had no idea how long she had been here. It could have been months. Maybe a year? She didn't know.

Food and water she received through a secret, small door that would pop open every now and then. One meal every two days she had counted once.

After some time she lost count of the hours. Lost count of the days and nights she had been there. As there were no windows in her room. No clocks. Literally nothing but a small mattress.

They had taken the woman out of her cel on numerous occasions. Around 31 times to be exact, if she didn't add the time she had escaped her old cel.

Three men were killed that day. As much as she had told herself they had deserved it, the small room she was in for months made her question her actions. Things she would have never thought about elsewhere. Now she suddenly couldn't stop tormenting herself with the same questions over and over again.

Did they have a family waiting for them to come home? A wife? Children perhaps? If they did, would they know what really happened to them? Did their wife's know what they would have done to her had she not killed them? Did they resent her?

The questions never went still. They hunted her when she was awake and they followed her in her dreams. But staying awake was better. With every day that passed on, she made herself believe the memories faded. However, her stupid mind would never let her forget. She'd rather stay awake than relive those memories in her vivid dreams. Their hands that had crawled over her bare skin and their voices, that were as clear as daylight, whispering in her ears. The cracking of their skulls and that warm, familiar liquid that had covered her naked body in crimson.

Maybe she deserved it, she thought. Maybe remembering was the price for their lives.

Maybe, this time, she really had gone crazy. Aelyn never bothered to simmer over the deaths of Safers. She had only spoken the truth when she had told Nylon Dagon that their deaths were her right.

Blood for blood. They had killed her people for centuries, so she would kill them without remorse. They didn't deserve her sympathy nor a second thought.

It was hard to stay sane, but Aelyn managed to  behold her sanity because of one thing only.

She had been waiting for an opportunity. One mistake that was big enough for her to slip away. So she could find her family. And take them far, far away from the ones that kept her in this place. The ones who ruled over most of the sectors.