Soulless ✔️

Chapter 25

As a child, I thought that promises were meant to be fulfilled and forevers would last forever. I thought that people actually meant the words that came from their mouth or that people were actually happy when they had a smile on their face.

But I was wrong.

I grew up and reality gave me a hard slap across my face to wake me up and tell me that I was wrong.

As a child I was hopeful and happy.

For that is what my parents and my friends made me believe. They said we would last forever, be together and that nothing would ever hurt us.

Foolishly, I believed them.

Where did that get them though? They're all dead.

That's all life has to offer: pain and suffering. It makes you believe that you can be happy and then rips it all away.

The overwhelming smell of blood fills my nose.

The sound of tortured rogues fill my ears. Their begging for the pain to stop. Their begging for death.

The burning desire to rather be dead than continue living this life.

I know this feeling all too well, because I am there myself. Only difference is that they can get mercy and actually die. No matter what happens to me, I can't.

The smell of flesh burning from silver surrounds me. I can't move. Every muscle in my body aching from the recent silver whipping I received. My back is torn open, the wolfsbane in my system restricting my healing.

I'm lying on the cold hard floor of my cell, wishing for death to come but knowing it won't. Every move feels like I'm tearing my back open all over again and I know that these wounds will leave nasty scars. I gave up on hoping, on people, on a mate, everything. I don't even fight against them anymore, let them just do whatever they want.

My vision is blurry because of the pain and the toxins in my system. Fading in and out of focus. My mind is a haze. My wolf is broken. And so am I. I'm vaguely aware of everything going on around me.

The door opens and a very blurry and out of focus image of my torturer comes in. I see double and I have to focus extremely hard to make sure he's alone. Then my gaze drops down to the blade in his hand. I've literally endured torture less than 10 hours ago and he's back for more. Welcome to my life. I don't even move, just let him do whatever he has planned for today.

He bends down and grabs my chin harshly and forces me to look up at him, my body twisting awkwardly on the floor. I grit my teeth at the sudden motion, my back screaming in protest. His cold brown eyes glint with malice.

"They went a bit easy on you with the wipping. That's where this comes in." He sneers and the blade glints in the light as he turns it in his palm to admire it. I'm too broken to even react and he smiles as he realises this. His brown hair falls over his eyes as he laughs. I hate that laugh.

"I'll give you eternal misery. I'll break and shatter every part of you. That's a promise." He takes my chin again and brings the blade closer to my face. My emotionless eyes lock on his murderous ones. The tip of his blade is beneath my right eye and he applies pressure, slowly drawing blood. The silver burning my flesh, my teeth clenched. He drags the blade down from my eye towards my chin, warm blood flowing over my face.

"Even if you get out. I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth and find you." He says admiring his work.

He gives me a once over again. My eyes shut to try and bare the pain. He kicks me on my back and I cry out in pain, rolling over. Pain explodes everywhere and the wounds reopen, bleeding all over the floor. He stands over me and smiles a sinister smile. That face forever burned into my memory. A face I hope to never see again. He then plunges the blade into the right side of my chest and drags it down over my stomach towards my left hip, a glimps of the half moon behind his ear visible. I scream out in pain as the silver connects with my body, burning as it's being dragged lower.