Ride of a Lifetime

Chapter seven: Please stop

I couldn't stop the blood, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted the pain to go away but it wouldn't go away, the pain was so strong, and the burning in my veins continued to get stronger. I desperately looked around the darkened room and looked for a way to escape but knew deep down that there wasn't. I felt a single tear run down my face when I realized that I was stuck here until either I died from the pain or until the demon finally let me go.

I didn't even know who he was for Christ's sake! What did he want from me, I didn't understand what he was talking about when he mentioned the hybrids being dangerous and all that. I've always known that I was a mistake and that they wanted to keep me safe not to experiment on me to make an army. We've lived in peace with the humans for years now, they can't possibly be that stupid to try to create another war, can they?

The demon walked back into the room with his knife. I didn't squirm when he wrapped rope around me, I didn't flinch when he cut at my jawline, and I didn't scream when he stabbed into my thigh. I didn't do anything, all I could do was lay there and take it all in. This was my life now, and there was no going back from it. But if I ever did get free, I would remind myself to never drink again!

But I wasn't going anywhere. This is my home now, the burning, the bleeding, the screaming, it was all mine. This is what it felt like to be unloved, this is what it felt like to die.

I felt myself slowly drifting into darkness as more and more blood ran down my thigh. The pain was too unbearable, I couldn't hang on anymore, my mind screamed to let go. I closed my eyes with ease as I willingly let myself drift away. I said a silent prayer that my friends would be OK without me and let myself die.

But something held me back, the demon was bringing me back again. I felt my skin coming together again and my heart start thundering in my chest. I let a stream rip through the room as all the pain washed through me at once. The demon had to cover his ears at the sound. He grabbed hold of his knife and slit my throat. I began choking on my own blood, panic rising in my chest, or was that blood?

Blood spilled everywhere, I felt a pool form on my chest from all the red liquid pouring out from my neck. I couldn't breathe,  couldn't talk, couldn't move under the bindings. I begged for him to heal me and take it all away but all that came out was a gargling sound from my throat. I cried as I slowly died again, knowing that he would just bring me back and start the process all over again. I just wanted it to stop, I wanted to die.

I felt the skin on my neck close then, as if someone had finally answered my prayers and took the pain away. I could feel my body coming to, I lifted my hand and cried even harder when I saw all the blood crusted into it, my blood!

The demon glared down at me when I tried to get up, but i persisted. I needed to get out of here, and quick. But the demon just shoved his knife through my hand and nailed it to the table. I tried to scream, but no sound could come out that would compare to the pain that I felt as my skin tried so hard to heal itself with the blade in the way. He reached for another knife and stabbed it into my opposite leg, nailing that one their as well.

And all I could feel was burning. All throughout my body was fire going through my veins. I wanted to grab the silver blade and rip it out but feared another blade coming to nail down that one as well. I looked at the ceiling and prayed for someone or even something, to come crash through and save me from this misery.

But nothing came, not even a fly. The only sounds I could hear were my muffled cries as the demon tied a cloth around my mouth to keep me quiet.

" Sweet dreams my little hybrid. "

He chuckled lowly as he left the room, I flinched when I heard the door slam and three more sets of footsteps came in. The men were huge and looked no older that their mid thirties if that. I squirmed in my binds and tried to get free as the men looked up and down my naked body with hunger in their eyes. One man went for my legs and began cutting my inner thighs slowly, the other two went for my face and started punching me. I cried and screamed and begged for forgiveness, wondering what it was that I could have possibly done to deserve this.

The men did not rape me, thank god. But they did leave many wounds on my body, whispering nasty thoughts into my cut ears. They probably would have raped me if the demon wouldn't have come in and kicked them out so that he could do his own damage to my mutilated body. I wanted to curl into a ball but couldn't move. He saw me trembling and placed a wool blanket on me to keep me warm. I nodded my head in thanks and closed my eyes, exhausted and sore. I couldn't escape from this hellhole of mine, but the least I could do is try to sleep away the pain. It was the least that I could do.