Queen Of All (Being Rewritten)

Torture (edited)

(brother)

Cold
Dark
Alone
Bloody
Broken
Chained to the wall clothes are scraps hair a mess body gave way to bones. Covered in cuts,lashs, and bruises. I met my brother Dom captured and raised by these people. They also found my mate and killed him infront of me using something called the sands if time as punishment for trying to escape saying next time it would be my brother. Sleep is a memory I feel myself slipping farther and farther away from humanity with ever beating.I hear the chains and the humming....
      1..2...3...4...stab here stab there who's gonna die tonight
   5...6....7..8 ...whip bloody knife broken little queen no more
9...10 lets have some fun ...
I never gave in...I never screamed...I never showed fear...I never pleaded or begged..I never broke...tears were rare but happened. Know I laugh...know I smile...know I now I am broken. I look up and see the guard at my cell " morning Demon" he spits as he unlocks and drags me down the hall. He enters the chamber and straps me down and injects wolf's baine and moon dust into my system.The pain is unbelievable but I bit my tounge as they begin the long day of torture. Today was different started with half an hour of wipping ,hour of cutting and stabbing , hour of waterboarding and locking me in a box of ice then it went off road they said blinding me was to easy making me see the pain of those I care for is more important. They found my pup I had been caring for and tourtered and killed her after eight hours they laughed at my threats and tears. I weakly grab the hand roughly dragging me by my hair to a room. I am thrown in and wait for what ever is next. Watching them inject the toxic vapors that sting my form. I slowly work on popping my bones back in to place and with my little of strength I had left linked someone who cared * father help me* I passed out as I noticed the room getting colder. I am a daughter of the strongest gods and godess this wint be my end only my beginning. To be who I am meant to be means being broken and reformed at the bottom and at the top and know that I have my captors and my enemies don't know whats gonna hit them for my beast is ready to pounce......