Ghost moon rising

Chapter 2

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Empress.

I’ve seriously been rethinking not eating my ration. As well as mouthing off to the guard. Sure, I had a plan, it was the best way to get the spoon undetected, but now I’m starving and I won’t be getting any sustenance for awhile.

My makeshift shiv is tucked away under the mattress. All I have to do now is wait for the right opportunity to present itself. That may be the hardest part. Although I’ve been looking at their routine for the past two years, it’s never been a scheduled one. They take us to the torture rooms when they feel like it and feed us when they feel like it. There’s no definitive timing for anything.

“Come on princess you’re being summoned.” the guard slams open my cell gate and drags me off the floor, shoving me out the gate and following close behind.

I keep my mouth shut since I know what’s coming.

I’m led to a tiny room that smells of death, blood and fear. My clothing is ripped from my body leaving me naked, the cold air causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. He grabs hold of my left hand, stretching it upward toward the shackles hanging there and clicks it into place. The same is done to my other hand until I’m dangling in the air, my toes lightly grazing to floor.

He takes this opportunity to rake his hands down my body stopping at my breasts and squeezing them painfully. I show no reaction and just stare straight ahead, closing off my mind to what is happening and what may follow.

His hand roams down my body until it reaches the small mound between my legs. With one hand down there and the other on my breast, he lowers his mouth and sucks and nibbles on my nipple. I can feel his fingers making their way to my entrance and I’m granted a short reprieve when the door opens revealing the torture master.

“I told you to string her up. Not have yourself a fun time. Get the fucck out of here and go do some patrols.” Mr. perverted stiffens when he hears this and unlatches himself from my breast, but doesn’t leave before inserting what feels like 3 of his fingers. He looks at me with glowing red eyes and licks each one off one by one before turning around and exiting the room.

Torture master, let’s call him Bob, he looks like a Bob, walks over to me and without hesitation slaps me hard across the face.

“That’s for tempting my guard.” Is he serious right now?

" You know, you’ve been nothing but trouble since you’ve been here.”

“Well how about you let me go so I’ll be out of your hair? You know, make things easier on you guys.” I smile down at him and see his face turn red in anger. You can practically see steam pouring from his ears. He’s unusually short for a were, with beady shifty eyes and a stout body. His belly is always hanging over the waist of his pants and his nose is a big round bulb plastered to his face. Just...... ugh.

He quickly composes himself and returns my smile with a grin of his own. ” I don’t think so. I rather enjoy our little meetings, don’t you?” He walks over to his little table and dons a pair of gloves before picking up a silver dagger.

He saunters over to me and wasting no time, drags the dagger up my thigh.

Searing pain erupts where he’s left his trail, but I refuse to scream. Instead I grit my teeth, staring straight ahead,my mind completely blank.