Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Broken Queen

Don't read if you don't want your heart broken.

Aelin Ashryver Galaynthus, the rightful queen of Terrisan, beloved of Mala fire bringer, is unceimonisly yanked out of her iron coffin.

The bitch Maeve has the audacity to give her a smile, that doesn't extend to her hard eyes.

"Ready to count?" The queen asks, an evil glint to her words.

Aelin just glares at her, her chains digging sharply into her wrists. Maeve clicks her tongue, and makes a motion to Cairn.

He ties her to two posts, spreading her out.

Her breasts gleam with dried blood from her back wounds, raw and throbbing, but bleeding no longer.

Cairn lashes her back with the whip, digging into her scars, reaching bone.

She flinches against the chains, clenching her teeth. Aelin couldn't give them the satisfaction of a scream.

But oh gods did it hurt. It ripped out the new tissue starting to heal.

It ripped into the lovely tattoo Rowan had made her.

It ripped into her very soul, tearing her hope to shreds.

"What number was that?" Maeve asks, a too sweet smile on her face.

Aelin steels her eyes, "I haven't the faintest idea."

Maeve growls, and Cairn whips her again, right to her spine. He was strong, that much was clear.

Aelin gasps, the pain tearing through her broken body.

"One," she grinds out, something fundamental snapping inside her.

"What was that?" Mace asks a sadistic grin spreading across her face.

"One!" Aelin snaps, her pain transformed to pure hatred.

That sadistic bitch just smiles satisfactorily as Cairn whips her again and again, the harrowing numbers leaking from Aelins mouth.

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"Carin, what do you think we should do today?" Maeve says, cpearly uninterested in the answer.

He grins, a demonic thing spreading across his face.

"Violation." He says, looking at her body, with a horrid wink, and roaming eyes.

Maeve smiles. "Good choice, have fun."

Carin takes the chains connecting her limbs in his hands, hauling her limp body to another room.

Aelin was damaged on the inside, she had been since she had started counting.

No emotions hardly ever showed up in her, so as he starts ripping off her clothes, Aelin hardly notices, as if she wasn't even in her body.

He takes one of her breasts, small from malnourishment, into his hands, squeezing at her various parts.

The only reason Aelin kept herself alive was for Rowan.