The Bone Cutter

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Two days. I have stayed in the bedroom for two entire days. I haven't eaten a thing. I barely had the energy to be angry anymore.  

I admit, I was bored.

I paced the room, back and forth for what was probably hours. The water I would drink came from the sink in the connected bathroom. Neither Inanis nor his mother came up to get me out, I think the both of them would be completely fine if I starved to death.

At this point, I believe I'd be fine with it as well.

Still, I had no source of entertainment. No television, no books, no cellphone. I had nothing but the walls to stare at, and my memories to feel.

It was driving me mad.

I didn't want to talk to Inanis, and I certainly didn't want to talk to his mother, but I was so desperate for human conversation, that I almost attempted to make small talk with the man guarding the outside of my door. Almost.

I admit, the only thing that kept me from opening my bedroom door was because I was too scared to do so. I didn't want to meet Inanis's mother without Inanis by my side, but I also didn't want Inanis by my side at all. Everything is so complicated.

I just wanted the both of them to stay as far away from me as possible, and that still wouldn't be enough.

I felt safe in this little bedroom of mine. I knew Inanis could come in anytime he wanted, but that didn't matter. This was my territory, at least until the wedding.

I've had a lot of time to think about the wedding, and to think about Inanis, who clearly doesn't give a rat's ass about me, or what happens to me. So long as I'm not dead, I could be beaten and bloody, hell, he'd probably find it amusing.

Marrying him didn't seem so bad, the more I thought about it. He clearly wants nothing to do with me, and I don't want anything to do with him. Once he and I start living together, avoiding him will be my profession. A lifetime of hiding didn't seem as bad as a lifetime of being close to him.

And who's to say he won't get bored of me after week one anyway? He'd probably kill me and make it look like an accident. Or he'd own up to it proudly.

Most likely the latter.

Thing is, marrying him wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was playing the role as The Bone Cutter's wife. I'll be taking on the title as The Bone Harvester. My job is to stand on the stage while Inanis slaughters his victim, then once the deed is done, he will break off a rib of the unfortunate soul who no longer lived, and hand to it me. I'll raise the rib to the cameras, then America will applaud, and my will to live would decrease even more.

It was all for symbolism. It was how The Bone Cutter came to be, in fact. He was always supposed to have a wife at his side, to resemble the normalcy of husband and wife, the typical American love story, all while taking revenge on the cheats in the system.

It's disgusting.

Of course, the entire world had been wondering when it was that Inanis would find a wife to give The Bone Harvester title to, maybe he just chose me because I was the only woman who stood up to the game -and that's what it all is, just one big bloody game.

I huffed, flailing my legs in the air as I laid on the large bed. The creamy white ceiling was becoming to annoy me for being so plain. I wanted color, I wanted texture, I wanted to get out of this damn room.

At this point I was practically bleeding boredom. I could feel it run through my veins and all I wanted to do was scream, and run, and see the face of a human being that wasn't trying to kill or marry me.