Anima: A Hunter x hunter OC Insert

Kumo

(AN- Warning- this part has torture. If you don't like that or are not comfortable with it I'm sorry but this chapter is very important for her past)

In the 7 or so years, Kumo and I were in their custody we were tortured daily.

First, it was the little things like taking blood samples and testing on it, but they soon became desperate and anxious to get our gift. They ended up trying many deadly poisons, serums, toxic chemicals, deadly plants, and torturing methods on him and I, they burned me with fire daily.

We only got to see each other's faces about twice a year.

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"Get up!" A man yelled and hit me with their special burning hot metal whip. 

"Yes sir," I said with no emotion. I stood up and held my head low like how they have told me to in the past. 

He whipped me several more times, reopening my old wounds causing blood to pour out. 

Great now I have to clean that later.

"Today you get to see number 826" He snarled

I get to see onii-chan again. I thought excitingly to myself and smiled a bit, thankfully the man did not see.

Honestly, the only thing keeping me sane and mentally stable for the years I have been here is the fact that I know that my brother is here too and that I will see him eventually. Also, the telepathic conversations that we have time to time when we're well enough or able to use the ability.

"You know what that means though." He grinned wildly "Yes sir" I bowed my head and braced myself for what type of extra and special torturing methods they will do this time.

The man took his metal bat from the side of the room and hit my shin harshly, making me fall to the floor. That's gonna leave a mark.

I've learned over the years how to endure the beatings and not show fear or pain.

He dragged me to a table and threw me on top.

He then took a few daggers and sliced lines on the top part of my foot and across my legs.

He stopped and smiled. He took the knife and stapped it deeply into the bottom arch of my foot. 

I lay there, painfully trying to keep an emotional face.

 I have been through enough of this to know most of what they want is the satisfaction of my screams. I don't want to give them that pleasure, so I suck it up and endure it. Like I have done every day for the past 7 years since I was 3.

  However, I wish for the day to arrive when Kumo and I escape this awful place and are able to live freely and do as we wish. Without any fear from the men that keep us in custody.  

After about 2 hours of him cutting my skin, he stopped and stared at me and smiled once more. 

Bad sign.

"Run." He said

Oh god help me

"NOW!!" He screamed and took out his whip and hit me several times making me bleed more than I am already.

I staggered and winced as I tried to put pressure on my feet. He whipped me again. Making the striking sound echo through the large and dimly lit room.

I got up to my bloody, damaged and probably broken feet and began to run. I ran around the room what felt like to be a million times. I kept on running. My feet and legs throbbed and made a trail of blood behind me.