First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

13. Waking

Deadly Darkness || Chapter Thirteen || Waking.

Seven Years Old.

Torture Chambers/Dungeon

Silver chains held Kristina down, defenceless to the torture they had planned for her. Her parents and brothers - some who had to be forced others came voluntary - stood off to the side though she could still sense them, watching her watching them with her sightless eyes .

The Torturer brought down a silver covered whip across Kristina's exposed back. All six studded tails dug into her back, it was all pure torture.

Burning tears dropped from her eyes.

Unbeknownst to Kristina her  tears were crimson in colour, as if she was crying blood from her eyes.

She heard gasps but didn't understand them.

Whispers of vile words floated around the small dungeon as the Torturer continued her assault.

"Evil"

"Demon"

"Devil's Spawn"

Again and again the cat-o-nine tail whip was slammed into her back with bruising force.

So much pain it overwhelmed her, she was only seven how was she to know what was the correct way to go. Kristina screams echoed of the wall as more tears fell, oh how she hated her tears they were just a weakness.

A burning power overtook her, she didn't understand the frightening feelings bubbling just under the surface, just that she would never be the same of she released the budding power.

It wasn't normal, the aura of power was dark, deadly but she knew it would welcome her, knew the darkness would be like returning home.

Her back arched as the Torturer took a blade to her back carving a downwards 'V' across her back.

A permanent mark of her evil, and to think she meet them do it willing the first time. They had told her if they cut open her back the evil would leak from her soul. She had had such high hopes they get family and species would once again except her.

The silver knife dung deeper and deeper into her back into a 'ping' told them all the Torturer had hit bone.

Kristina body and mind fought once last time, her body jerking, twisting, arching all as she screamed no matter what she did she was still at their mercy.

Hands from each different direction held her firm as liquid silver was poured into her open and gaping wounds.

In those hours Kristina had tried to will the silver to become lethal to wolves just so if would kill her. But like always all if did was stop her healing and allow her wounds to become scars.

All in a rush Kris's sense returned and she regained consciousness, she released an almighty roar of rage, knowing she had returned to where she'd run from, the only place she'd ever ran from; the castle.

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