Satan's Dance: Mastery In The Cards

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"I want all six tied, hands above their heads," I heard the same woman's voice as before in the academy and a lot of hustling the moment her orders were barked. I grunted in an aching pain that felt like it was prolonged out. A pain so harsh and ongoing that it made my heart feel like giving into submission.

My eyes slowly opened, but I couldn't see. However, I could smell dried up blood all around me as well as sweat. Eww. A slight breeze pushed through my hair, only very little, as if a small window were open. I could feel a sticky thick liquid around the back of my thigh and running down from under my nose. My leg hurt as it was being pressed to the rough floor. My hands were tightly trussed up above my head with a tight, splintered rope. So tightly I could feel it slowly cutting into my skin.

"Go get the master..." Another voice rung out, making me growl lowly. Someone slid a heated blade along my cheek and I accidently slipped out with a shrill scream and jerked back as much as I could. Just then, a young man with reddish-orange hair took off my blindfold.

"Get your hands off me dickhead!!" I snapped, biting his hand hard. I felt my teeth break the skin then his hand was yanked free and he punched me dolorously in the jaw.

"Feisty..." He teased, grabbing my face with one hand, tightly holding it in place so he could look me in the eyes. And the moment he went grabbing at me I sent my head forward, busting him with all the strength that I could muster up, head butting him in the face.

"Go to hell," I rudely growled. A low whimper dared to rose from deep in my throat.

"Sweetheart, we already are in hell..." He gave a light chuckled and got up off his knee to stand straight beside a woman as he rubbed his jaw.

I looked around the room at everyone else whom was captured. I saw Damien Halls and his girlfriend Tulia Williams. They should've been safe in lockdown, since they were first years, but as usual they were probably making out in the west wing. Idiots. I saw a second year boy that I knew from my techniques class named Alex White as well as his older brother Daniel White who was a third year and happened to be in my Anatomy. But I didn't really know him. Then lastly was my best friend, Okura, who kept shooting me concerned looks. Everyone was pretty beat up and torn down. Everyone looked pitiful.

"All of you are being held captive. You might want to prepare for the worst..." The same boy said, looking to the woman he stood by, "And Kenley... the master is outside waiting to speak to you." He finished.

The slim woman nodded, "Thank You...Jeremiah... Watch them," She hastily threatened in an unclear way, turning and leaving us with Jeremiah - or so he was called. He had a grim expression that made me want to yell and go off on a cursing spree, but I held my tongue.

When Kenley walked out I tried to squint and see through the cracked doors. I wanted to see this so called master that they kept shadowed from our knowledge. One problem. The mother-fucking cunt slammed the door hard and blocked my view.

Jeremiah knelt back down between Okura and I, grabbing the two of our faces in each roughly cut up hand, "Well aren't you two just a charm..? Now what a waste.." He sighed, releasing our faces. His hands started down our chests so I kicked up hard. Okura, for some odd reason, made no movement. Only a slight growl rung deep in her throat. To my despair Jeremiah got up, obviously pissed off at my lash out. He walked over to a tall dusty shelf and pulled a box down. He reached in and pulled out a dagger. My dagger.

"This yours?" He waved it around, smirking at me before continuing, "Well...either way, you might want to shut your smart ass mouth or....Maybe..." He put the blade to Damien's throat.

Damien flinched, "J-just shut up Lilith...!!" He begged wildly. He looked freaked beyond expression, looking frantically between Jeremiah and I. Tulia screeched loudly, "Don't hurt him!! Kill me!! Please!!" But regardless Jeremiah moved the dagger up and forcefully it pierced through Damien's wrist. Everyone including me, screamed. Jeremiah had completely amputated Damien's left hand. I felt my eyes tear up and I gasped as the dagger was pulled out and thrown aside. Damien was getting teary eyed too, which was completely understandable. He yelled out in pain, biting his lip hard. He looked like he really struggled to hold himself together. He pulled his arm to his chest, wrapping the gruesome mess of torn and destroyed skin into the bottom seams of his shirt.

Kenley walked back in, narrowing her eyes, "Jeremiah! That was not an order!" She hissed. Jeremiah winced and stood, getting to her side as if he was going to get beaten to death for taking it in his own hands...or taking Damien's hand - quite literally. Kenley was taller. She was slim and had long bluish hair with black roots that brought out her blue eyes. Kenley motioned a guard forward, "The master wishes that an example be made." She pointed to Tulia, "Kill her." She smiled from her tight lips as Jeremiah grabbed Tulia and untied her. My heart started racing and I could tell that Damien was going to go insane. He must feel like it's only him that they want to torture.

"Get the fuck away from my girlfriend?! I swear to God you two-faced jackass! I'll kill you!!" He went off the charts as if he were a time bomb, 5 seconds left, just waiting to explode. But the guard pulled his sword, lifting it over his head. I personally closed my eyes and Tulia's scream echoed throughout the cave-like room. My body started to shake badly as I reopened my eyes, expecting to see a quick blow to the head or something. But Tulia's screaming continued and only a clean cut off at her left shoulder was existing. He left arm laid motionlessly on the ground and she was bleeding badly.

"Stop!" I screamed, but Kenley just smirked and waved her hand. Then another lash and Tulia was impaled straight through the heart. It must've taken an extremely strong force as he yielded up; The blade, tearing right up through her chest, neck and part of her face. The loud crunching of ribs echoed about and Tulia was dead, split nearly in two. A dead silence took a heavy toll over our hearts. I think everyone was terrified out of their wits at the sight. It was dreadful and horrible and not to mention I think that it scared me for life, that's if I even did make it past today. I never knew a sword could do so much damage and offer one such an ugly end with a twisted, unbearable fate.

"Mm...Wasn't that nice?" Kenley stated, purring as if she was amused.

"Anyways would you like to know why you all are here....Or why the remainder of you are here..?" She chuckled. I bucked right up into my rebellious self, "Well, Spit it out you heartless, murderous, psychopathic bitch?!" I felt like I might've been going just as crazy as Damien was, over to the side with his worrisome mumbling to himself.

"Well to bad. Just know that if you headmaster does not surrender...then you're all as good as dead." She scoffed and looked down proudly at the bloody corpse of the, once so lively, Tulia. "Oh and have a good night." Sarcasm lathered over every word she spat, like the poison of a snake. I yanked at my hands desperately, unable to pull them free as she turned and signaled the guards and Jeremiah. She shut the blood red curtains and closed the only open window, locking it. She left the five of us whom remained in the darkness. There was only a single lighted candle in the middle of the floor beside my fallen dagger. I felt relieved that they had left, except Tulia's warm, mangled body still laid in front of us in a sweaty pool of dark, spouting blood. I'm pretty sure that if any of us were brave enough to speak then we would only speak of the terrors that writhed in us so unwillingly. Damien looked as he were going nuts. He was sprawled out painfully, still holding his hand-less arm to his chest while his other remained tied up to the wall and he continued reaching out his feet for the dagger.

I shook my head, "Wait..Damien..Kick it to me." I whispered, looking to the locked door, hoping to the Lord that they weren't secretly watching. Damien looked unsure. I could see that he was hurting and he wanted his revenge for his dear Tulia, but he did kick it to me.

"I'll kill them all..." He sorrowfully stared at his dead girlfriend. I felt a stab of sympathy. Darkfyre popped into my mind for some unexplained reason. A sigh slipped my parched lips as I struggled to hide the dagger under the stabbed thigh that was covered in dry blood; And then I laid back into the wall awkwardly and very uncomfortably.

My mind still managed back to Darkfyre. Just watching him die....I felt a hole piercing in my heart like an iron blade, a hollow vault in my soul that would never be filled, my body felt like it could hold nothing except sorrow and pain. Emptiness. I barely knew him, yet I could feel so strongly over his death. It hurt, badly. And oddly enough, I missed him. I genuinely missed him. It was real..not just something I was making up. And it kept me up, without a wink of sleep. Everyone else seemed to sleep like angels, even with everything going on, even with Tulia's avenging corpse staring at us so sightlessly in the cold death that she had fallen into. Damien and I were the only two who stayed up. There was little conversation, just small things, shared between us randomly and shortly throughout the night. The later it got, the colder it got. My back scraped the stone wall, cutting and blistering into my spine. My skin was being rubbed raw. I'll kill you all... is the last thing I thought before I could see the sunrise light creep in through the closed curtains, barely dancing on my face. I solemnly swear.