It Is Gone

Torture

I felt the whip a few more times,but the sting of it still lingered even after the person stopped. I hoped a lot of time had passed so someone would come looking for me.

I stopped as the person began to speak,trying to figure out who it was.

"Stop movin',if ya keep it up you're gonna get real hurt." The person advised,yanking the chains a few times as if I wasn't listening.

It's Uzbekistan.

I really should've known.

Uzbekistan grabbed something else,which I heard sizzling like bacon. Though I was pretty sure it wasn't. That sound got me scared,no,more terrified because I knew he was going to put that sizzling thing on me and I knew it would burn like hell,

Within a minute,I felt a scorching hot pole on my arm. I could hear,feel,smell my own flesh burning,and with that temperature I was not in any way shape or form comfortable. I let out an agonised scream and tried to kick,punch,do something to make the burning stop. I felt the chains tighten down again,which made the sizzling worse,and I had no choice but to stay still and deal with the pain.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut,although I couldn't see anything anyway,and dealt with it.

After a few more minutes of agony,it was pulled away from my skin,and I heard a hissing sound and a plop. It was over. At least the burning part.

I could feel my skin bubble,and it was horrifying and disgusting. I could hear it,too. It was just gross. I wanted to do something,but I was still chained down. Suddenly the bubbling stopped and I felt the temperature drop on the place where I was burnt. Hopefully it would heal quickly.

I breathed I sigh of relief,and that was cut off by the crack of a whip. It wasn't on my skin,this one time. I was startled by it,but I stayed still.

Then I felt it on my skin again,except this time it was on my neck. Damnit,everything was hazy now. At least it covered up some of the pain.

If I get out,thats a big if at this point,what could I even do? I probably won't have enough strength to go back home,considering how far it is. The nearest place is 2 miles away! I probably couldn't even get up! Maybe if I- Wait,are we still at the temple? Well I wouldn't know. If we're not,I might be able to get somewhere. I doubt that,Uzbekistan is smart. We might be underground,or at a temple no one visits,or-

I paid attention to when he walked,trying to see what the floor was made out of. It sounds like marble. Okay,we are probably in a temple. What was the one I went to made out of? Cobblestone marble,right. I listened more,and sure enough,it was cobblestone marble. I heard him start to talk again.

"I'm done with you,I'm going to let you go."

I felt relief flood me completely. Thats seriously all he wanted? I felt some sort of tranquilliser go in my arm,and I lost consciousness again.

***

I woke up on the cold floor,and I rubbed my head and sat up. Was it a dream? I looked down at my body and shook my head. The marks we're still there. I noticed a aching pain in...

Oh,shit.