The darkness is never ending but all consuming. I wish I could escape but what could I possibly do?
It's been two weeks and they've managed to break me. Two weeks since he rejected me. Two weeks from when I thought I was saved, only to be thrown into hell. My life before them I now know was a blessing.
My tormentors seem to love when I scream in pain. So I won't.
I refuse to give them the satisfaction my pain would bring.
Today they brought the blow torches. I thought that it would be the end of me. But whatever they injected into me when I first came here did something. It changed me and made my wolf disappear.
The first liquid was white. A white so bright that it was blinding. They gave this to me everyday for a week. The first injection made me want to die. It felt like my skin was burning from the inside out. Like at in second I could explode and then my pain would be over.
After They injected me they would torture me. Mentally.", Emotionally, and physically. At first I thought that your physics made you strong and boy was I wrong.
What really made a person strong was there mentality. Without a stable one your as good as dead.
At some point during my torture sessions I considered the cliff. At that moment I didn't want to die, I chose to jump in a raging ocean. But now.....now I beg for death but I have this feeling it will never come. At least not when I'd welcome it with open arms. It will never relieve me of this pain.
After the first week they started injecting me with this black liquid as well as the white. The pain of this was more than excruciating. At some point I thought I actually died. But that was short lived when I felt my ribs crack.
At first I thought that they just upped their "punishments". Instead I was thrown to the wolves. They punched, kicked, belittled, and tor me down. At first I tried to fight but I quickly gave in. I had no experience, and while their were twenty of them it was only one of me. This continued for the second week.
I don't actually know how long I've been here. I my know that two weeks ago my torture began. It could have been one month or two. Maybe even a year, I honestly don't know anything besides that day of the week. Now it was Monday. The only was I this is because I heard I guard asking his fellow guard.
The only light that I get is the one in the hall. Other than that it's complete and utter darkness. I welcome it though. The darkness it gives me a sense of safety. They can't see me in the shadows. But I can see them and that gives me the advantage. They'll come for me again in three hours. I know they're schedule by heart now. It is engraved permanently in my mind.
Because of this I could escape but I won't not yet. I need to learn how to fight. It's the only skill I have yet to master. Once I do I will be in control of this twisted game. In One week I will start planning. One week.
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Day 1
I'm thrown into what I call the pit. All twenty of them are here waiting. All I have to do is watch, carefully watch. Look for weakness and look for strength. What side do each of them favor.Any past injuries. How they fight.
Day 3
I've been analyzing them for two days. I'm becoming faster with my observations soon I'll be able to take them. All of them.
Day 4
Yesterday they did a number on me. But the weird thing is after I passed out I woke up in my cell with no soreness and the scars from my previous weeks are now gone. Today I fight.
Day 7
I took them all twenty without throwing a single punch. I call myself the queen of evasion. I watched them beat themselves.The only thing is that they don't heal as quickly as me.
I'll have to stay here longer. There's been a shift in command and schedules. I will have to get used to these new changes if I want to escape with my life.
I'm becoming more impatient everyday. This new schedule is absurd. I'm fed once a day, tortures five times a day, and can fight three times a day.
It's been five weeks since my first initial plan to escape. Somehow he found out and he was not pleased at all. That day I was tortured to no end and my healing abilities have slowed.
I am now laying in a table in the torture chambers and I can feel my blood gushing out of my open wounds. I can also feel the ones that aren't as deep closing. Sewing themselves back up, leaving no scar. No proof that they were once there. But I'll know. How could I ever forget.
I've lost track of time again. I can barely tell my left from my right but either way I know their schedule. This one now engraved deeper than the first.
My fighting skill or now to the max. I now have total absolute control. And this time no man will take it from me again.
When I first realized where I was, I was sure that I wouldn't live beyond two days. But when they say that your only competition is yourself they were right. And this competition was more than a choice. It was life or death. You can't choose whether you get to live or if you get to die. Only one thing does. Fate.
I stopped having faith and putting my hopes into false gods and goddesses. I stopped praying for miracles. Remember the saying,"If you want something done right, than you have to do it yourself." Well that's true. If I want to escape than I have to grow some balls and rescue myself.
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Blue Moon
LobisomemRoseabella and her brother have been living with their adoptive grandmother ever since their birth mother abandoned them to be with some dude she was dating at the time. When their mother left her brother had just been born and she was 10. Its been...
