A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 60; Saved by mr. Nice Guy

Scared. That's what he was. He was tired, hungry, cold, and he couldn't take much more. He didn't know how long it had been since the torturing began. He only knew that he wanted it to stop.

His head snapped to the side as the man in front of him slapped him.  "JUST GIVE ME ANSWERS!!" He yelled at him, nearly spitting in his face and Beomgyu was crying, more and more tears spilling from his eyes. He shook his head, sobbing loudly. He didn't want to give them the answers they wanted. He couldn't tell them.

The man raised his arm and twisted his fingers into the blonde's hair, tugging at the strands and holding a tight grip to will his head stop. Beomgyu sobbed as his scalp started to hurt at the rough action.  "Cut the bullshit,"  The man growled. "You know what I'm talking about and I want answers. If you can't give them to me we'll have to do more damage to your skin. But quite frankly, you don't have a lot left to damage."

He tugged at the boy's head and tipped his head back, Beomgyu struggling to take in air as he did. His neck had hurt for a little while now because being in one postion for so long, and the rough treatment only made it worse.  "But we do have your pretty face left.."  The man continued.  "But we can't have something happening to that yet. He hasn't done what he wants with you yet"

The soldiers standing at the door snickered at that, and Beomgyu felt disgusted. He didn't know who the 'he' the man was talking about was, but he hated the thought of that guy already. The soldier moved his head a little before releasing his grip on his hair roughly. The young emperor let his head fall forward, not having the strenght to keep it up all the time anymore. They had been in the room for hours or so by now, just pestering him about the information they desperately wanted and torturing him when he refused to give it to them. He just wanted to rest.

The other pair of solders stood at the door, one of them leaning against the wall and the other just standing there. Both their arms were crossed and they were watching the third one hurt him. They weren't telling him to stop. Weren't telling him to be careful. Weren't telling him to let him breathe for a second. Like they didn't care if the man accidentally killed him. But then again, they didn't care for anything but themselves.

The man stepped back and reached behind his back, pulling out a dolk with a large blade, almost as big as his hand. His lips formed a smirk, and he pressed the tip to the boy's arm. "Gonna talk?" He softly asked, voice dripping with honey as he dragged the blade across his skin, tracing his arm. Beomgyu swallowed thickly, bracing himself for the pain as he shook his head slightly. He tensed up and cried out as he felt the blade starting to break his skin.

It hurt. So much. Almost too much. he knew he couldn't give up, but he wanted to do so, so badly. He saw more than felt his tears drip onto his thighs, nearly all feeling from them gone. The only think he felt was the saltiness of it sting when it came into contact with the fresh wounds.

"I'd say sorry for doing this to you but.. I'm really not" The soldier chuckled, ripping the blade from his arm and making the boy shriek from the sudden action. "It's not my fault, really. I mean we gave you the chance to talk so.. Of course there wasn't a guarantee we wouldn't be doing this to you regardless of your answer"

"Please.."  Beomgyu croaked out, voice hoarse from crying and yelling. "Please stop." He begged. He hated begging. he felt it made him weak and useless, especially in front of these guys. but at this point he just wanted everything to stop. He didn't care anymore.

"Stop? Oh we've only just begun."  The man growled before lifting his leg and placing it on top of the boy's thighs. Beomgyu cried out when the man pressed down, his thighs feeling like they were going to rip apart as some older wound reoppened.

Maybe he should tell them. Maybe he should tell them what was written in the enscripted writing. Would it really be that bad? If he told them now, maybe they'd release him. He could go back to the casle and tell the warrior, and they could figure something out together. He trusted the black haired male, maybe he could help him put up a whole new enscripted writing. They'd be fine. Tears fell down his cheeks and he sobbed loudly, blood trickling down his limbs once more. He inhaled, going to tell the man he'd answer all of his questions, but before he could do so, the door opened.

"Guys I have something important to tell you!" Dawon said as he quickly entered the room. The soldier pressing on his leg stopped putting pressure on it and looked up at the man.  "What?"  He retorted, not all that pleased with the interruption. Dawon blinked and swallowed thickly, ovbiously nervous. "M-My mom told me to come fetch you guys, she has news for all of you." He spoke. The solder pulled his leg away then, and Beomgyu gasped for air, panting heavily.

"Fine, we'll come with you. Can't have this piece of shit overhearing something that's important enough to interrupt this for,"  The soldier spoke, walking past Dawon and out of the room. The other two soldiers scoffed at the blonde boy before following him. Beomgyu lifted his head, the simple action costing him a great deal of energy. Energy he didn't have anymore.

"Thank you"  He whispered, voice barely above a whisper and rough from screaming. Dawon smiled sadly at the boy, and Beomgyu knew that it meant he was sorry and wished he could do more for him. But the blonde was thankful for this alone. He had saved him so much work and risks.

After they all left the room, Beomgyu couldn't help but silently cry. Small sobs leaving him and letting his shoulders shake lightly. At that moment, he only wished for one thing. He just wanted to feel the arms of the brunette around him, protecting him from all of this. In this moment, he felt weak. And he hated feeling like that. Now more than ever he wished for the boy to just come save him, but he knew it was impossible. There was no basket, and so, there was no saviour.