( Sup all those people out there that may or may not exist!!! XD Jk love you all for even taking your time to click, ALL OF THAT EFFORT OF MOUSE CLICKING XD. So if you haven't noticed I am a new being on this amazing sight just wanting to attempt to share stories and/or meet some awesome people who don't mind my flaw-a-ishous writing. Well enough chatting, time to get to work. XD -BurnedAshes)
Prologue:
"Pain. Horror...." He bent down while whispering venomously, "don't exist unless you wish it." Twitching, as he crept closer, breathing down her neck, Ahmose avoided his colourless eyes, gazing through her with murderous intent. The stare continued around the rest of the area she had taken up; gouging figurative cuts through the chest. Damn it, quivering while trying to gather puzzle-pieced thoughts. Damn it all.
"Now child, there is no need for pouting, you should be glad I took a liking to such a squirming rat like your self." His grin created a pit in the child's stomach while tightening of lead chains distracted Ahmose's gut-wrenching feeling. Python like grip snatched her throat, along with the air she had left, tossing the child's doll figure across the confined space. CRACK. Throbbing pain invaded her cranium, causing not only Ahmose's conscience to swim but her judgement to be clouded. Attempting to establish balance once again, another swipe at her head slammed her back onto the ground. Weeks upon weeks of this, starting to murmur inside of her dizzied thoughts, and I am finally too tired...too weak. Dark coal eyes began to water, against her consent. Suffocating darkness swept over Ahmose's vision. Burning seeped across the nape of the ten-year-old's neck and attacked the chest cavity where her heart once beat. Biting down the unpleasant sensations, strands of midnight toned hair attached to her scalp were being twisted and curled in the man's tanned fingers.
"Jackals are meant to obey, you of all beings should know this by now." Pulling her clothes towards him, he pursed, "Stop struggling, accept the fate that was brought onto you by others." Patiently, studying Ahmose's lifeless physique, he waited for her answer. She gathered enough strength to spit in his face and mumble:
"Fuck,,,y-you..." Rewarding Ahmose with a brutal kick to the stomach, he kept his smug grin plastered on his face.
"You will come around my dear..." taking gleeful strides towards the only existing door in the holding. "Even if I have to force it out of your voice box." Gesturing the main guard, he disappeared into shadow. Ahmose was easily picked up and held in the muted guard's arms, as if she was a rag doll needing stitches. Deafening silence was the only comforting blanket that allowed the child's lids to shut. She knew the torturous encounters were all about, losing rational thoughts to the abyss of weariness. Property of Anubis...
