Touchered Stories

"Y-you came ba-ck. W-what's tod-ay's torture go-ing to be?" he let out a weak chuckle, which only made him seem more deranged. He shifted his wrists against the ropes, tearing his skin and scabs off, releasing fresh blood, then said, " L-let me gues-s. H-it me, no, y-ou alrea-dy did that. S-stab m-me, no you did th-at to-o. May-be whip m-e, no, bec-ause you fuc-king did th-at too!" His voice was rough and broken from screaming. Blake looked down at him with an angry expression spreading across his face. This only made Albert, in his state of mental unstableness, push him further toward the brink of exploding in anger. "Come on," Albert started, then continued screaming, " What are you go-ing to do now?!" "First I'm going to have to get you to shut the fuck up!" Blake yelled, grabbing a fist full of Albert's hair, and slamming his head into the cave wall, leaving blood trickling down his head, and his right ear ringing loudly. Albert groaned, and rolled so he was facing Blake, and before he could make another comment, Blake continued, "And now, I'm going to make sure that you won't ever be able to go home." ----------------------- In the kingdom of Valenlon a prince is hidden away due to the threat of attack, but that turns out to be the biggest mistake Valenlon ever made. Prince Albert of Valenlon has been ignored by the entire kingdom since he was little, which only made it easier for things to quickly head south. He is kidnapped by his look-alike, Blake Helmar, who plans to pose as the prince, and must take all that is thrown at him, every form of torcher and every word aginst himself and his family, and keep every secret he can to save his kingdom from impending demise. From being thrown out a window, to being torchered in a cave, to never being able to return home, Albert must fight to keep is people safe, and keep is mind from shattering. * This book takes place in older times, around the time of the Renaissance Era.* *Mild language warning*

I clenched my teeth at the sudden ripple of pain that coursed through my veins. I opened my tightly closed eyes and was greeted by the pool of blood that I was sitting on, some of it had already dried up. I don't know how much longer I can take this, my body is giving out but I can't let that happen because I know then I will surely die a long and painful death. I don't even know how many days or weeks I've been here but here but it feels like an eternity. I would often close my eyes hoping that this was just a nightmare but for every latch,for every burn and for every stab I received it was a cold reminder of how far gone this world that we live in has become.I was reaching a breaking point, the only thing that was keeping me sane at this point was the thought of my family. The door opened and a man, who constantly made my life a living hell and a woman came in. She carried a bucket with water and a towel and put it next to me."Clean it up" said the man. After everything my body endured I was still expected to do manual labour. I am Elihle a Proudly South African citizen who at the weekend before my final exams fell victim to a kidnapping at my very first party at the tender age of eighteen.