I had never meant for any of this to happen. Any of it. I didn't ever want blood on my hands. Especially not the blood of my adoptive family. It had to be done. I didn't understand why and I didn't want to know. I just wanted to leave and never come back. Which is exactly what I did.
I wandered for three years without staying in one place for longer than two days. Every night I drank myself to sleep, getting piss faced to try and get away from the memories. Despite the alcohol I still remembered and I never settled down. I never started a relationship, turned into the king of one night stands, and never found a house. I was a nomad.
My life quickly turned around when they found me. The ones who made me do it. Those bastards found me and wanted me to do another job for them. I tried to refuse, but now I was in the current situation. I was chained to a wall receiving lashes with a cat tail whip. It hurt like a motherfucker and of course they always did something to make it worse. This time they poured alcohol into my wounds. Probably a good, strong ale by the smell. Talk about adding insult to injury.
"Now, will you do it? All it'd take would be a well timed arrow or a strong poison. Why not? I'm sure you've been craving blood. You've been clean for the last three years," the torturer said, leaning in towards my face.
"Fuck you! I don't want to kill anyone else! Can't you get that through your dense skulls?" I snarled, spitting in the man's face. He grunted and splashed some of the alcohol in my face before turning and walking away. The dick face was laughing too.
The next day something along the same lines happened. He came, he cut me, he asked me to join, I refused rudely, he left. It's a vicious cycle that I'm determined to have him break. If I don't join or die soon they would appoint someone new as my torturer. I'm almost sure of that.
This time something was different. The boss came in with the torturer. "Hello Caspian, dear," the bitch purred. She eyed my shirt, which was in tatters, barely hanging on to my thin frame. I'd lost a lot of muscle during my captivity.
She ripped the remaining fabric from me, grinning at the sight of my bare chest. Boss held out her hand, which the torturer placed a knife in. She leaned forward a little, her face close to mine. She grinned, almost drunk with power. I was shocked when she bit my lip, not lust, but mischief in her eyes. She leaned back, happy with her actions thus far.
"Don't you like me kitty? Are you a grumpy kitty? Are you sad 'cause you don't have your fur?" She taunted. I felt the knife pressing into my stomach without even looking. I was looking anywhere but at her.
"No. I'm a 'grumpy kitty' because I only have pants on, am chained to a wall, haven't been fed in days, and if I want the torture to stop I have to start killing people again," I replied, anger seeping through my voice. I was tired of this shit.
"Well, don't you want to? I mean, you didn't have a problem years ago," she trailed off. I lunged at her, the collar around my neck stopping me, almost choking me, before I reached her.
"That was before you made me kill my family!" I hissed. My hands were balled into fists, resisting the temptation of trying to grab her again. I knew it wouldn't end well.
"You don't even want to hear who? They're slave dealers," she said, making the offer sound tantalizing. She knew that I despised people like them. It was disgusting, selling one person's life to make another's easier. Which is kind of what she does, making some people kill others for money.
"Fine," I muttered. I may not want to be a killer, but I wouldn't stoop as low as to condemn some people because I didn't want to do something. She smiled, like she'd known.
"I knew you would come around. Release him," she waved her hand, walking out before the torturer unchained me.
"Hey, kid," the man said gruffly. "Good luck." I looked at him, wondering why he would say that. He seemed to have hated me before. So, why be nice now?
"Thanks," I replied warily. "Can I have my other clothes now. I'm not exactly keen on walking around half naked." He laughed heartily, something I didn't expect to hear in this place.
"Of course. Go to the last door on the right. You should find your things there."
I nodded, following his directions. Just as he had said my clothing was there. My boots, scarf, and a new shirt were there.
As I was fixing the scarf around my neck over I heard the door creak open. It closed soon after. Looking over towards the door I saw a small piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up, seeing that it had a vague location on it.
As I left someone said ", I hope that you see the unseen and remain the unseen. May people be blind to you."
"Our eyes are not made to see the important and the only thing that is blind is judgement," I replied coldly.
