Daughter of Hades

Daughter of Hades (Part 1)

Chapter One 

          I screamed in agony as my foot was slowly pulled away from my leg. The ripping of flesh could be heard echoing throughout the room. My screams escalated as I felt my hand being torn from its rightful place. The blood was gushing out of the torn tissue. I looked over to my right and met the eyes of the demon. Her black eyes glinted in humor, and her dreaded red lips sat in an evil smiling form on her face; her straight brunette hair reached just below her breast, and ending with dead ends. She had lean legs that were hidden inside netted tights, and under a blood red ballerina skirt. Her shirt was striped with black and red, and she wore a skull necklace. She'd be called your average Goth if she wasn't a figment of my imagination.

          I screamed another ear piercing scream as the last of my bones gave away. I looked at the grey, cement floor to find my hand twitching. Tears started spurting out faster, and blood finally ran down my cheeks and out of my mouth.

          "Please, stop!" I screeched, hoping the girl would find some pity in her black heart, and just stop this nonsense, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there, until the unspeakable happened.

          A man, wearing a black mask and black peasant clothes, stood in front of me holding a newly sharpened knife. I screamed one last time before my life was going to end.

          The knife pierced my naval, and easily broke the first layer of skin. It reached up, and up, all the way to the bottom of my breast. I couldn't stop screaming and choking on my blood that was arousing from my throat. Her laugh stopped me. It sounded like the devil himself had raided the poor child's body. It was so bone chilling and deep that I couldn't help myself but back peal from it.

I stared up at the black man, bloody tears still falling from my eyes, as I tried to decipher what he was going to do next. He lifted his left arm up a little, and made is fingers in like a cage formation. It looked like he was about to grab something. He rushed down and pulled out my intestines. I screamed even louder. Words couldn't even explain how much pain pierced through my body, hitting every nerve I had. I swore as I screamed as high as I possibly could when I felt the last kidney being pulled away from me.

Then everything went fuzzy, though the pain could still be felt as clear as day. My vision started swirling in circles, and everything got further away. The pain started fizzing away to, but only the girls' deathly laugh echoed throughout my head, torturing me.

 

I aroused from my bed, panting, crying. My body was drenched with sweat, and my bed along with it. I quickly stood up and threw off my silky black shorts, and white cotton tank top. I rushed over to the bathroom and turned the hot water all the way up. I took off my lingerie and stepped into the shower. I sighed in delight as it renewed my body into the naturally stimulated and softly nurtured body that I always loved dearly.

I heaved in the scent of steam as I turned off the pleasant shower, and dried myself off before stepping out. I walked over to the mirror, and stared at my reflection. My eyes were a weird color of blood red, and my hair was a mixture of red and black. My skin was a caramel color, and I was fairly sized. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, I was short at 5'3, but I was a good amount of skinny, as in, not to skinny, not to fat, but just right. I turned around and screamed.

I held my hand over my erratically beating heart and screamed at the intruder, "What are you doing!"

"I was just checking on you! I heard a bunch of screams, and I got worried," My mother replied innocently.

I huffed and replied, "I'm fine, mom. I just had another bad dream, that's all. I figured you'd be used to it by now."

"Apparently not," She looked a little worried; I could see it in her muddy brown eyes, "Same girl?"