Predator & Prey

Chapter 1- Imprisoned

I've been tortured for the past sixty one days. They want information from me.  Most people would have caved by now, but not me. I was trained to last much longer.

My name is Sarah Larken and I am trapped in a Demi-Witch prison. The most fortified one in the their country. I was trained to find and assassinate these tainted beings, who think they can call themselves witches. Well, they don' t deserve that, they are cold blooded savages that deserve to die for all the problems they've caused Pure Witches. Pures are superior in every way possible- intelligence, lifestyle, kindness, and magic. We have adept healers (witches with healing magic),  merciless warriors (witches with fighting magic), clever architects (witches with building magic), and admirable farmers (witches with food and animal magic).

Demis are also stupid, they think I, the most feared Witch Hunter and most skilled warrior witch, will cave after only two months of countless whippings and near starvation. I was trained at the Hunter Academy to endure much worse- freezing climates, dehydration, starvation, severe blood loss, and more. My three years spent trapped in that place changed me from a weak little girl who thought all were equal, to the most brutal and durable assassin there has been in the history of Pures and Demis, and also got me the name, the Purified Hunter. 

I have only ever failed three times, the first two times, I have never spoken of, and never will, but the third was when I was captured by these retched witches. I had just slit the throat of my 276th victim, and I thought I should celebrate. So, I went out to the Deserted Cavern, in Demi turf, which at the time was full of drunks and soldiers home from guarding the border. This is the one time that I'll admit it, but I was really cocky, so I went in, not paying any attention to the soldiers that were probably looking for the Purified Hunter, with renewed vigor after my latest kill, the second in command of Demis. I went straight to the bar and ordered the strongest thing there was on the menu. But, I never got my drink, a man saw my purple jeweled dagger, which was the only thing that marked me as the Purified Hunter. I don't understand how I was so careless and had forgotten the one thing that could get me caught. He started screaming and ran out of the cavern, followed by everyone else, except for the soldiers, who surrounded me and cuffed me in magic blocking chains. That's how I ended up here, in Darazen Prison, being whipped and starved for information that I would sooner die than give to my captors.

I looked up as I heard the heavy tread of footsteps getting distinct in the hall. The steps continued to get louder and louder until a lone figure stepped into the torch light in front of my cell. It was a guard. He had hair cut so close to his scalp that it was impossible to see what color it was, chocolate brown eyes, huge muscles that were nearly as large as my head. I recognized him immediately as the one who tried to rape me, but I had instead broken every bone in his hand. I could see that his hand was still tied close to his body. From that day, I had taken to calling him Idiot.

"Hello, pretty," he hissed, reaching for the keys on his belt. I tensed at the words, but didn't let any emotion show on my face. A stone mask, as I was trained. "Do you know what time it is?"

I stayed quiet, knowing from the gleam in his eye, that it was time for yet another whipping. He would really enjoy this one. It was like he was getting his revenge. He even had a smug grin on his face, as if he knew something that I didn't.

The door slowly creaked open, and he entered. He grabbed both my arms so quickly that I had nearly no time to react, and tied my hands in the MB (magic blocking) rope.

He picked me up with his good hand and threw me against the iron bars of my cell. I nearly lost consciousness when I hit them, but I made the blackness recede. I would not faint before a whipping. The guard stalked up to me and started dragging me by the collar of my grimy brown prisoner shirt, that had been gifted to me after my first whipping. The dragging and throwing was much better than what I would have to face in the grand chamber, where all my whippings took place, and Demis came to watch as if it were entertainment.