Wild Rose

PROLOGUE

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"No! Please no!"

"Stop!"

"No!" a girl screaming with all her might begging for it stop. Her hands are tied up and her dress was torn barely covering her skin. The man with a large body structure holding a whip and whipping her so hard until her skin turned red or blood streams its way out.

"It hurts." This torture is too much, she can barely speak. She won't last for long, the pain she's feeling is almost at the peak of the iceberg.

He keep on hitting her with his whip until she can barely stand the ground. Every bit feels like hot iron freshly forged.

He stopped and walked towards the table full of torture tools. He looked at few of them and then decided to choose on one. The man turned to her with a devilish grin painted on his face. She know this is not good, that she is going to be in so much pain than before. He turned to the fireplace and walked towards it. He placed the tool he chose in the fire.

"Am I going to be branded?" she asked herself, she tried to escape from the shackles but all she can do is nothing, she can't move, her body is heavy and is hurting.

The man turned and walked toward her still wearing his devilish grin. She struggled but it is not helping. He showed her the hot iron tool with a hallmark of something she's not familiar with. Then again he grinned at her.

"I hope you're prepared my lady."

Then he stamped the iron at her back, he stamped it heavily against her back. The girl screamed in pain and anguish. It burns her skin so bad that she cried in agony, this is too much handle.

The man laughed with enjoyment as he watched the young lady suffer.

He removed the iron and dropped it on the floor. He then went to the table and came back with a sharp dagger on his right hand and a chalice on his left. The man started to cut the skin just below the girl's navel. She screamed as he slowly cuts her skin. He placed the chalice under where the blood is flowing out. He filled one-forth of the cup with the girl's blood.

The man turned to an altar in which She believed it is an altar of a demon.

"Oh ym dorl esaelp evig Uoht gnisselb ni gniruop yht cinomed nosiop ni siht dulb ekam ti erupmi rof ehsa lliw emoceb yht tnavres." he chanted and then turned to her.

He holds her cheek with his hand forcing her mouth open then he showed her the chalice with her blood in it which soon turned to black.

He poured it on the girl's mouth. There is nothing she can do in this situation. She doesn't want to drink that blood of hers, but he is forcing her. Leaving no other choice she gulped and swallowed it in, the taste is like an iron with a mix of bitterness. She finished the cup and then started to feel dizzy like she's gonna pass out in a few moments.

He whispered to my ear, "Tainted and impure, wild rose." it was the last words she heard and then the girl passed out.

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