Calytrix's Journey

Chapter XX: Reyaeth Kingdom III

"Well then. How shall we play?" Rheya smirked.

She quickly turned away her gaze from me and looked at her torture equipment. There was a heap of strange items with a lot of sharp pointy edges I wouldn't touch. Since she averted her my attention from me, a chance to escape presented itself, but my spells wouldn't cast and I couldn't move at all. I tried to wiggle my hands out, but there was no luck. The ropes were too tightly bound.

"Resistance is a complete nonsense," the prison girl told me. Her words angered me, but I was most frustrated by my powerlessness.

Rheya cheerfully hummed a melody while carefully looking at the tools at her disposal and touching them delicately. They could easily cut a person, so even Rheya was careful when handling some of them.

"Caly, do you have any wishes?" Rheya asked me.

I had no words to spend on her lunacy, so I simply turned my head. The items she had were unfamiliar to me and I hope it stays that way.

"Ignoring me. That is also a big no!" Rheya angrily glared. "Looks like I'll have more work than I initially thought, but there is nothing I couldn't do."

"Because Empress Rheya is perfect," the captive girl added.

She planned on making me crazy, just like the girl in front of me. I'd rather go to the spirit world than let Rheya win.

"I'll use this." Rheya looked at a big silver knife with a black handle. The silver blade has some diamonds on it, but the edge was shining, emphasizing its sharpness.

"No!" the girl with curly blonde hair protested, but Rheya ignored her.

If she uses the knife on me, I'll be in for a world of pain. I wanted to yell stop, but that might give her the pleasure of thinking that she could dominate me. Instead of saying anything, I bit my lip.

"Where should I cut you first? Your arms?" She touched my arms gently as though she were giving me a massage. Her touch was creeping me out. 

Next, she touched my legs. "Rheya, stop it!" She didn't react to my protests and instead pointed the blade towards me while she slowly caressed my skin with it. I felt shivers down my spine. The coldness only increased.

"Caly, looking a little pale, but don't worry. Everybody is like that at first," Rheya said.

Next, she ripped a small piece of my skin off my left arm while petting my head with her other hand. The pain, the chilly air and Rheya's creepy behavior created an atmosphere I've never experienced before and I wouldn't want to feel again. Did Rheya torture the other girls like this? But for some odd reason, they actually still liked it.

The captive girl complained about something, but I couldn't focus on her words. Rheya was done with my left arm and watched as my blood tickled down. Next, she pointed her blade towards my right arm and this time slowly made cuts. I felt like crying, but I was holding my tears in.

"Don't cry, Caly," this is a necessary step. "Everybody is like this at first, but with time, you'll enjoy spending every second with me."

She put her blade away, patted my head a bit. The captive girl started screaming. Rheya stopped touching me and focused on the girl. If she'd only spend some time with her and leave me alone. My wounds felt like they were bleeding a lot and I wanted some time alone to recover.

The chubby girl stopped screaming and started complaining about how Rheya spent too much time with me, as if she was suffering from neglecting. In her situation, I'd be happy to be neglected with Rheya.

"Why does she like you... you took away her freedom and you probably torture her a lot and often," I asked. Rheya was already standing next to the girl, focusing on her face, but when I spoke, she turned to me.