The sound of the whip cracked through the silence of the cave. Gray held his breath when the whip made contact with his bare skin, the marks adding to the scars already there.
When he arrived at the cave, he was knocked out and tied up. The rope that bounded his wrists together wasn't like any regular rope. It was rope with a spell attached to it. A spell were the person who is binded couldn't use any magic, the rope called Magicae resistentia. It means magic resistance in Latin.
When Gray woke up his hands were tied to another rope that held him a little above the group, so his feet were barely touching the ground. The rope that held him up was tied to something in the ceiling. It looked like it went deep into it. So that instantly eliminated the option of pulling free. Again it was the Magicae resistentia.
Someone came and started it hit him with a whip over and over again. Now his shirt was in tatters and blood was falling to the floor and now there was a big puddle of blood surrounding him. Gray didn't really scream. He had a lot of practice not screaming because every night, something similar would happen, but with his dad on the other end of the whip.
The man that got him to the cave came in through the middle of the beating and told him why he was getting this kind of treatment. It was because he left the file back at his house and that pissed him and their master off.
Now Gray was breathing heavily and the whipping finally stopped. He heard the echoes of the man leaving, fading away. Gray looked up and glanced around his surroundings.
There wasn't much he could work with. In the part of the cave he was in, there was only a metal table full of torture weapons, and him. Behind him was Gray's jacket.
He tried to get free by struggling out of the ropes. But as Gray was looking up, he got some blood from his hand on his face.
He growled and discarded trying to get his hands out because that only resulted in tearing up his wrists.
The table was out of his reach, not like he could actually be able to reach it anyways. He looked up at the ceiling, but saw nothing that could help. He was going to try one more thing. He grabbed the rope with his hand and tried to burn it. He knew it wasn't going to work, but it was worth a try. He was going to hang there until he could find another way to escape.
The man walked in. Gray still couldn't see who he was or really what he was. Because he had sharp teeth and red eyes. Both really unnatural. The man smiled at Gray, his white sharp teeth standing out against the black.
"Well, are you having fun?" He asked Gray.
"I'm having a blast, thank you for asking. I really appreciate it," Gray said sarcastically.
The man appeared in front of Gray stabbing him in the leg with a small knife. "How many times do I have to tell you to tell you, be careful what you say."
Gray winced in pain. "You know you are still the same as you were 10 years ago. A fucking idiot."
That caused the knife, that was in Gray's leg, to twist and go deeper. Gray clenched his teeth together, suppressing a scream.
"I'm am idiot? You are the idiot. I have the ability to kill you at anytime, just like I did your mother."
Gray got pissed and brought up the leg that didn't have the knife in it. Kneeing the man in the gut. He toppled to the ground, but soon stood up. He toke the knife out of Gray's leg and stabbed him in the stomach.
Gray couched up some blood and the man just left without another word. Gray spit up more blood onto the floor and grimaced at all the blood on the floor.
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FantasyBook 1 Gray is your average 16 year old. He has three best friends and lives a perfectly normal life. Well, depending on the level of normal you decide to use. If you talk about his high school life. Then yes, he does have a fairly normal life, all...