He hated his own body and mind for waking up at such a early time again. The Sun didn't even peeked out from it's hiding place and the only light source in the room was a small lamp. He simply could just go back to sleep, but he couldn't - falling asleep was hard for him and he didn't want to wake up Damian or his Dad again.
[Name] was sure that God hated him with a passion, that this was his fate for the rest of his live - an everlasting nightmare while being fully awake. Maybe he should have listen to the Mother of his former friend, she always would tell him stuff about sinners and being punish and other stuff which still confuses him. Was he even a Sinner? Probably.
Chana grinned brightly, showing off her teeth, when she had spotted her Son. The small boy just stood in the door frame, his eyes wide, mirroring the angst and panic he felt. She giggles at him, finding it amusing how much power she still had over him.
One of her servants had picked him up and placed him on her lap. She hold her son in a tight grip, making him more frightened then he already was and small whimpers escaped from his lips. She chuckles, loving it how scared he had gotten within mere seconds and she felt the urgent need to make him scream with pain. He already was broken, but she would shatter him completely.
«My dear sweet son, why so stiff? Mommy just came for a visit. Aren't you happy to see me? Yes yes you are!» she spoke in a almost high pitch voice, another giggle from her. Chana couldn't decide if she either should make her son scream in pain or shoot a few bullets around the Kitchen to wake her Husband and those nasty other brats up.
Chana laughed heartily, she had chosen the wake up call. The screaming would it be then.
[Name] felt how his heart hammered against his chest, so fast he feared it would break his rips and jumping out from it's place. Why was she even here? Dad had told him that Chana couldn't hurt him anymore, that was locked away for good. But here she was, holding him in a tight grip, caressing his hair and stroking his cheeks with her pale fingers and long black nails. She whispers alot to him, telling him things he couldn't understand and it just frighten him more and more.
Even though he was still scared, he was also confused by her. In a gentle manner she placed his hands on the table, whispering again to him and giving his cheeks kisses over and over again.
And then she laughed again, her head almost hitting the wall behind her. She just laughed and laughed. But he realize it too late.
Pain rushed trough his whole body, paralyzing him with shock. He wanted to scream, but all he did was gasping loudly for air - the scream had already died in his lungs. The blood, his blood, just came oozing out from his hand and creating a red poodle around his hand.
Chana huffed in annoyance, demanding salt in her native language, if he didn't scream the first time, then she would gave him so much pain that he will scream all day along. She poured a handful of salt onto his wound, but [Name] didn't scream again, he just gasped loudly and whimpering. Tears were running like a waterfall from is eyes - but aah! He begun to sob now, strangled sob after sob escaped through his lips. She grinned proudly, this was a even better start!
She stabbed the other hand of her son and poured again salt over it, but she didn't just stop there. Chana placed one of her hands against his mouth, gripping it tightly and with the other hand she sliced different sizes of cuts into his arms, while one of her servant continued to pour salt over it.
As she withdraw her hand from his mouth, [Name] begun to scream, screamed so loudly that she couldn't help herself to infect more pain to him, wanting to hear more of those lovely sounds he son was making.
