Slaves of Sorrom (Completed)

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Tunisa

Sleep never visited me tonight.

I become acquainted with the distant sound of crickets, night birds and my steady heartbeat.

I know I should feel anxious for what is yet to happen tomorrow but I'm too drained and overwhelmed to feel a thing.

All I just wanted...all we ever wanted was to survive, to rebuild the hope that someday we'll get out of this land alive. I tried closing my eyes and rested my thoughts. I needed to be strong and fight for my life in that stadium.

***

Darkness, darkness is all there is as I closed my eyes.

Feeling both of my hands shackled to a strong post, my eyes are covered, my feet felt numb and my whole body is freezing.

Just then realization slapped me, I am damn naked and lying a cold ground! How?

"Help!" I tried screaming but my voice only echoed in the vast place which I don't know where

'Where am I?' I tried rationalizing with myself, I don't know where it began or how I got here...but then I feel and hear something breathing close to me

"He...hello is anyone there? please help me, I'm freezing" I plead to the stranger

The breathing stopped and was replaced by a chuckle, a chuckle I have to remember was Stavros'

And then I screamed, I screamed louder with all my might. I feel so helplessly tied and naked on the floor...who the fuck would do this? like I'm an animal to be butchered!

My throat hurts the second I stopped

"Are you done?" He asked with no emotion contained on his voice

"Get me out of here!" I yelled, finding a pinch of bravery inside me

"Who are you to order me slave?" Stavros said as I hear him walking to where I am

I squirmed as much as I can and screamed all profanities. I was silenced when a cold metal was laid flat on my stomach, it was heavy and it feels like piercing into my skin

"What is this? get it off please!" I begged, I don't want to die at this state. People will pass by and look at my naked body that has turned blue from cold.

Then the thing was pulled off but was quickly pointed right back at my skin

"I used to kill anything that don't bow down to us with this, now I'm giving you the honor to have a touch of it" Stavros spoke, his voice laced with pride and mercilessness. A sword it is.

He ran the tip of the sword from my stomach up to the valley between my breast

I tried to writhe my body, only to be cut by the tip of the sword, it's sharpness was enough to leave a scar on my chest

"Does that hurt?" He asked sarcastically

"Yes! It damn hurt! what do you want superior? get me away from this! you're not fighting fair!" I spat at him

"Slave, there is nothing left fair for you and your pestering generation of slaves" He said in pure disgust

He moved the sword back to my stomach and down to my womanhood, I have never felt so vulnerable in my life