A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 57; Torture

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Maybe a tw for blades.

The footsteps could be heard throughout the entire room, not much other sounds there to drown them out. The boy didn't dare to look up at the man, keeping his eyes trained on the door in front of him. He didn't know what he was hoping to come through it, but at this point anything would be better than the man currently circling around him.

"You're nothing, you know that right?"  The man said, stepping behind him. Beomgyu ignored him, trying not to let every insult of the man get to his head. He knew he was just saying that to break him. he wouldn't allow that. He couldn't allow that.

"I don't get why theyall think so highly of you. All you are is a boy, good for nothing, just following in your father's footsteps and knowing nothing of the world." The soldier continued, walking back in front of him. Beomgyu blinked a couple times. The words hurt, he couldn't deny that. But he would never let the man know. Didn't want to give him his fun.  "Your people aren't much better, I mean, they never leave the palace grounds. Have they even seen the world outside of those walls? Or do you keep them there to make it seem like it's all perfect and no one wants to move, and get away from your pathetic way of ruling."

Beomgyu knew the answer to that. Most of his people didn't, no. They mostly stayed inside the walls and made the most of their lifes. But it was their own decision. The man made it seem like he was the one keeping them there, but in reality he gave the people the freedom to go where they wanted. He wasn't in control of their lifes.

"Shut up.." He muttered under his breath, getting tired of the man's words. The soldier stopped in his tracks, his eyes looking for his own and once their gazes locked, he was striding forwards. he brought his arm back and slapped him, right across the cheek. Beomgyu's head whipped to the side, and immediately he could feel the stinging bubbling beneath his skin and making it hurt.

"Do not tell me what to do! You're worthless, you don't get to order me around!" He growled, raising his voice and getting close to his face. Beomgyu bit his lip, forcing his tears back. He didn't know why it still hurt. He should've gotten used to it by now. The man pushed back and strode towards the table in the room, grassing a knife from it and stepping back towards him.  "And you know what I do to worthless shits like you?" He asked the blonde mockingly, bringing the knife up to show him.

If it wouldn't be shown to him in such a situation like this, he would've told the man it was a fine knife. It was sparkly, with a few stones adorning the heft and with a silver lining right through the middle of the razor sharp blade. Since when did soldier carry pretty knifes like this? They probably stole it,the  bastards.

Beomgyu didn't reply, knowing it was a rethorical question. Instead, he glared at him, waiting for his next move. He didn't have to wait very long, as the man's lips broke out into a smirk so creepy he felt his inside turn.

"I do this."  He simply said, before bringing the knife down. It sunk right into his thighs without any resistance, reopening the wounds from a few days prior. Beomgyu yelled out, tears immedialtely welling up into his eyes and flowing down his cheeks. The soldier left the blade in his leg as he stood back, watching him for a second and seeming to admire his work.

Beomgyu was panting, tears rolling down his cheeks. Blood was dripping down his leg, joining the rest of the dried blood on his skin. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes as he looked down. He was shivering slightly, even though the temperature outside had rose with the upcoming summer. One look at the boy was enough to make your heart clench.

"Patethic."  The soldier spat. He stepped back towards him and yanked the blade out, making the blonde bite hit lip so hard he almost tore it as he watched his blood being spilled once more. He hated it with his entire being. How could they be so cruel and actually enjoy it too?

The man rounded the chair he was tied to, standing behind him and bending down to speak in his ear.  "And if you disobey me, I'll have to continue doing that to you."  He said as he traced his arms with the tip of the blade.  "But you know, I'm not a very patient man" He gritted through his teeth as he put the blade against the blonde's throat. Beomgyu inhaled and held his breath. He's had a blade against his neck before, but it never got less frightning.

"So with that being said," The man continued. "I'm gonna ask you a question. It's simple don't worry. I made it so even low-lifes like you can understand"  He smirked, walking back up front and squatting down in front of him to look at his eyes. Beomgyu glared at the man through his teary eyes, eyebrows pushed down and scowling. "We've been though this before. What was in the enscripted writing?"

This again? What was possibly in there that they were willing to do all of this for? Must be something important. Even so he wasn't going to endanger everyone by telling him. He exhaled and looked at the man.  "Just give up, please."

Of course the man wasn't happy with that answer at all, as expected. But he was ready to face everything he was going to do to him if it meant his people were staying safe. The man tightened his fist around the heft of the blade, before bringing it down in a swinging motion. It slashed into his leg again but unlike the last bow, the blade barely sliced into his skin. Just enough to make it bleed and sting painfully.

Beomgyu cried out, more tears forcing their way down his face as he tried to curl in on himself, being stopped by his tied wrist behind the chair. His lashes stuck together and he could't see the male clearly anymore, some unshed tears blocking his vision. The voice of the man rumbled through the room as he laughed evily. "Remember, this is just the first of many"  He told him.  "And if you won't speak, I'll just have to continue."  The soldier said as he stood in front of him, raising his arm and slapping him once more.

The only sounds being heard after that were the boy's screams and cries, but no one cared, and no one rushed to help. Leaving him to be tortured to the man's pleasure.