Vangsvere Academy

Chapter 52: The War Will Arise

I always imagined my death to be a quick one, something like a bullet to the head, a car crash or plane wreck. Maybe even a mass shooting.

What I didn't imagine my death to be, was inexistent.

Lucious stood over me, I laid along the glass my arms slit open from my wrist to my elbows.

Michael was chained to a metal pole a few feet away, apparently this was his punishment for running from his father, more importantly falling for me.

The sound of the steel cord smacking into his skin echoed the musky dark cellar. I stifled a cry and honestly didn't have the energy even if I wanted to.

He didn't shout, cry out or even make a sound. A small grunt here and there, but he didn't make any other sounds. I wondered if he was used to this.

I wonder how many times his father chained him to that post and had the metal cord slice into his flesh.

"Give him another hundred." Lucious said as he eyed my blood that filled in the tubs beside me.

My legs where slit too, right down the back of my calf and the blood just kept pouring....it worried me at first, now it's all I think of.

"She won't stop bleeding. I've already filled more than enough." Lucious said confused to the man beside him.

The man eyed him and then me "Fascinating."

I looked back at Michaels bleeding body, his arms, back and legs cut up with long strips. He was shredded up.

My stomach turned and dropped my eyes to the blood, is it bad that I know I'll die but all I can think about is how I wish I had told Michael I felt the same way?

This is torture, not being able to tell him I love him. To tell him more importantly that I'm sorry.

"Wait." Lucious looked to Michael and then me, "I know now, I understand. I am not supposed to sacrifice you. That is why you won't die." He said nodding and moved to Michael.

He smiled at his son "You will kill her. Not now, you're too weak, but you will heal and when you do you will kill her."

Lucious watched Michaels furious eyes, he didn't say a word.

My wrists were bandaged along with my legs and I was carried off to a room.

The castle was large, well actually it was massive. The ceilings weren't ridiculously tall like the academy's but every room seemed antique, almost like a vintage home.

I was placed into a bed and then Michael was thrown into the room with me.

He laid on his stomach hands ready to push himself up, but he waited until the door shut.

I wanted to say something, but I can't, I'm too tired.

Rolling myself over and slowly moving off the bed, I pulled myself to Michaels heavy breathing and slowly peeled the bandage off.

He couldn't stand, his whole body was shaking.

I placed my wrist to his lips and he went to turn his face away but I held his head and forced him to drink it.

After a few minutes, I pulled back and laid onto my side curling into a ball.

Michael was laying and eyeing me with so much pain in his eyes "What you did to me, hurt more than what they could ever do." He said softly.

My heart crumbled to the ground and I shut my eyes drifting into a sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself in a bed. The room was massive, too big to belong to anyone who wasn't high status. This wasn't the same room I fell asleep in either.