Chapter 1
Unknown P.O.V
The lashes seemed to rain harder and harder on the back of the person receiving them.
Finally coming to the conclusion that it was a child, about eight or nine years old. The child's brown hair was reaching just past the shoulders. I was faced in a way that I couldn't see if it was a she or a he.
Blood had now coated the ground where the child helplessly kneeled.
Covering it in splashes all around, that an artist would stop to admire.
If I didn't know better I would think the child held an endless supply of blood.
They did this everyday. Unless it was a day they found more, uhm how can I put this uhm more creative ways of torture yes that sounds right.
The child was trying to contain all the cries and whimpers, and admittedly they were hardly heard at all.
Thirty more minutes of the child's torture, they finally stopped the harsh blows much to the relief of the child on the floor.
Although it was a short lived one. Two seconds later a figure walked in. This person was incharge of the very torture and misery that the child must endure.
The child seemed frightened, trying in vain to move away but the latest injuries where physically stopping that from happening.
"Hello my previous pet, mommy came to clean your wound," she spoke in a sing song voice.
The child's fear and shaking seemed to increase 10 fold, the look on the woman's face and you'd get a good reason why. The guards that usually accompany her wore similar frightening smiles as their leader.
"Okay since we're in a bit of a hurry quickly tie my pet up so we can begin cleaning all those scratches" she announced to everyone in the cell.
The way she said scratches like all the lines on the child's back didn't look like a war zone in itself, was a shock.
Pet the child thought I was a pet nothing more nothing less I'm not worthy of a gender, or any identification.
The child flinched even more it seemed to still sting whenever the woman called the child a pet. But isn't that what the child became in all honesty a pet that can be done whatever with.
The child seemed to snap out of it as soon as one of the guards accompanying the woman reached out and grabbed one of the child's wrist, the already bruised wrist was full of wilts and almost looked raw.
"Now be a good pet and don't put up a fight if you're good I'll stop the man from having their way with you my dear pet" she hissed. Near the child's ear causing such a strong flinch to gross through the child's body that, a whimper accompanying the breathless intake.
At this point it seemed the child had no more fight and had lost all hope in ever leaving this place.
Letting them do whatever at this point.
After being secured, two guards walked forward with one holding what looked to be a pot of boiling water and the other holding three packets of salt and a bottle of alcohol.
Tears started falling on half of the face that I could see shocked to see it covered in blood and bruised the child's eye followed the steaming pot of hot water.
Knowing very well the pain that's about to be bestowed the child sent a quick prayer to the moon goddess hopefully the child will die soon and this will be all over.
"Oh pet don't cry this is the only way to clean your wounds" she spoke in such a voice that I would have believed she was sincerely doing this for the benefit of the child but knowing the true monster that lies deep down that pretty face.
In all honesty the woman was beautiful, long blonde hair reaching the middle of her back, the blue eyes that held a type of hazel in them. She wasn't that tall maybe a 5'5, and held curves that would bewitch any man who fell in it's trap.
The sharp yet soft jaw line that showed her feminine side.
Yes she would be the perfect woman to go out on a date with, if possible even marry but that dark presence that roamed around was not invisible no matter what.
Looking back at the child no curves were present but I mean what else would u expect from a 8 year old looking child. Although the tangled hair that looked to not have seen a brush in decades was all around in nots and twists but reached just around the shoulders.
The guard carrying hot water moved with slow calculated steps as if dragging out the anticipation that was slowly swiping into the child with added fear of the unimaginable pain.
Now trying to give the guard a pleading look in hopes he would miraculously change his mind.
But the odds are not in the child's favour where the ever really. With the evil, sinister smile he gave the child it lead to the conclusion that this man might be even crazier then the woman.
The child's was facing forward with little space to move the head from side to side but other then that the back was on show and totally vulnerable to the creatures that came to devour it.
Wishing that this process was going to happen as fast as possible again the child sent out another prayer to the moon goddess.
The screaming that was released from the child were filled with pain and I don't think would be stopped anytime soon, the way they echoed through out the cell walls sent a horrible shiver down my spine.
Five minutes later and the screams didn't stop not for one bit.
Hot water met open flash it must have felt like acid being thrown all over you.
But alas they weren't done yet.
The cries and screams didn't have any effect on the onlookers.
"Oh it seemed we missed a spot " you could hear the grin in her words.
Not even 15 minutes later the child collapsed from all the pain.
That's when they finally left the child.
Alone in a puddle of blood,water, alcohol and salt.
I just stood there next to my chains I could never gain enough courage to speak up I just can't letting the darkness take me as well I fell asleep to the nightmares that are bound to hold me to my darkest fear. Something I could never run away from.
Okay guys hope this wasn't that bad so vote and comment.
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