Ghost | Jachary

Chapter Seventeen

Warning: This chapter is most likely to contain some graphical and disturbing content such as violence, strong language and detailed torture. If you continue onwards, don't blame me for any kinds of uncomfort, I did warn you.

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Jack's POV

Every body part was aching from my muscles to my spine. The pain was overwhelming, my belly was growling as starvation settles in.

I felt a strong blow of betrayal was swarming my insides, Daniel banished me and brought me here. Satan's Torture Room.

There are very, very little positives to this place. Everyone fears it, being sent here is only for the most disturbing crimes such as: murder, theft from a Royal, drug dealings. The drugs that could easily take someone's life. It's practically suicidal.

The room was foggy and dark, I had metal chains wrapped tightly around my wrists as I hanged helplessly, looking down at the floor.

The floor was a muddy brown colour, it could've possibly been a lighter colour like grey but the mixture with blood turned it a horrible sighting. It looked like an extremely thin piece of carpet which wouldn't effect the fairly large drop.

I was hanging quite from the floor and I had no escape until Zach freed me. He was so inexperienced with the spiritual world, I doubted he had any idea who to do.

I'm praying Daniel realizes trapping his best friend (at least I thought we were) in Satan's Torture Room was screwed up. He would come to his senses and let me go but containing me here must be tiring so he barely controlled me.

Currently, he's most likely sleeping waiting until Zach gives him the signal that I can leave.

Human senses were unlocked for spirits in this place. To do more damage, Satan allows the human necessaries to wave over us.

Now I feel hunger, constant urges for food. I haven't had a nice meal in a hundred years near enough, the taste of food felt foreign.

I was now breathing however it was a smoke-y mist. It made my chest feel tight and heavy, I wanted so desperately to be surrounded in fresh, clean air.

Not only that but pain was usually split in half for a ghost unless it was a special weakness. Right now, I felt the rippling burn of a mortal; everything felt so extra.

Sleepiness was a new feeling as well, my eyes was having trouble keeping awake. They kept closing on their own behalf and it was quite annoying. The smoke stinging my eyeballs definitely didn't support them either, I was hurting so bad.

Not only physically but mentally and emotionally. As a heartless ghost, my emotions tend to be cut down. In Hell, everything is strengthened just to harm you more. I've never been to Hell before so jumping straight into Satan's Torture Chamber was quite thrilling and not in a good way.

I heard a bunch of rattling come from the cell door as the rusted yet strong cell is opened. I lift my head to look in the direction of the entrance, my neck cracks as it's moved - it was sore and achy. 

A figure stood there looking up at me, I couldn't see his face as he had a large black rob covering him. It reached his feet and dragged as he walked along, I knew it was a he by the shape of the rob and his marvelous size. He stood at least 6 foot 9.

My tiny 5'8 height would look tiny compared to his. I could tell this wasn't Satan though as he'd have no need to hide his face away, I assumed it was one of his slaves. 

With a movement of his arm, I was falling. A gasp leaves my lips as I start falling at a shocking speed. Although it only lasts a second before I'm smashing into the rock hard ground.

I ended up placing my hands out to ease the fall and save hitting my face but that only caused them to snap. A cry leaves my mouth as I examine my wrists but I barely have any time for that as the mysterious man pulls me out of the cage. I had no energy to even attempt fighting back.

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Laid out against a cold stone chained by both wrists and ankles, I had no power to stop the man as he walks towards me with a blade in his hand.

I try inching further back into the stone as he cuts my shirt off. Leaving my pale skin exposed to him, he rubs over my chest for a second before taking the blade and placing the cold metal against my chest.

Tears were slipping out my eyes as I whimpered, the pain only grew worse as it cut a deep wound within my left side. I could feel the blood rise to the surface of the wound and slip out, each drop disappearing down my torso and finally staining my grey sweats red.

Crying out loud, I beg the cruel man to stop but he barely listens too busy plotting his next slice.

With a quick action, a slightly deeper cut is engraved into my skin. It truly burns, I've never felt anything like this... Since, I no longer breathed as a human.

Wait!! It seems so familiar because this is how I died... Helplessly laid on the floor as cuts were causing blood to be released. The only real difference was... I wasn't watching my mother be sexually harassed while she screamed through his hands that was strangling her.

I couldn't save her as the larger man above me, pinned me down and forced me to watch. Before finally slitting my throat open, he cut into my leg 'FAILURE' the scars still remain hence why I'm disgusted by my own body. 

Reality strikes me as my trousers get ripped open. I start wailing as his hands brushed over the multiple previous scars. 

I could feel all this slowly coming to an ending... For today anyway. First, he picks up the knife and starts reopening the old scars that read out 'FAILURE'. I scream so loudly, my body was starting to go numb as blood leaked from everywhere.

''ZACH!'' Was the last thing I said before darkness washed over me.

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I didn't want to make the torture scenes too detailed and long so I gave you this disgrace called writing. I couldn't deal with making Jack hurt so I rushed through and tried my hardest not to make everything extremely detailed.

I hope you enjoyed reading anyway and I hope you guys aren't losing too much interest in this book. 

Do you think Daniel will come to his senses or Zach will figure it out himself? 

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