I gazed blankly at the changing scenery beneath my feet and didn't care about the fact we were practically flying through the air. I didn't notice when we came to a stop, or when the strange man talked to a woman, or when they took me and bathed me from head to toe, or even when they brushed and trimmed my hair and my nails cleaned nor did I realize they changed my clothes.
A girl in a maid's clothes pushed me into a seat in maid's clothes and I sat there staring off into space, my eyes blank. I had become a dead fish and was unresponsive. I looked on blandly as I saw a middle-aged woman walk into the room and use a cigar pipe to pull my head up to meet her in the eyes.
"Girl, you look good, you'll become popular," The woman turned my head in all directions. She picked up some strands of my silver hair and rubbed them in her fingers "Impressive, your hair is so silky even after all that time without proper care, your skin is supple and soft, and your blue eyes, they're beautiful," she clicked her tongue as she inspected me nodding in approval.
"..."
"Girl, you want to live, don't you?" The woman asked.
"..."
"Girl it's best if you answer me now I'm not afraid to break you in a bit,"
"..."
"Suit yourself, Lily, bring it in," A petite maid bowed and nodded and brought in a large basin
"One last chance girl, I would rather not since I paid a lot for you,"
"..."
The woman sighed and pointed to two other maids who then came and yanked me off the chair roughly by the hair and carried me in front of a basin.
They pushed my head into the basin and a biting cold sensation invaded my body, chilling me to the bones. It brought me back to the time in that cold rain, where, although it was cold it brought me comfort.
After being shoved into the water I started fine, but soon the cold became too much and I struggled to hold my breath as I kept feeling a desire to breathe more and more before succumbing to my desires. Water rushed into my lungs and my eyelids started becoming heavier and heavier as time went on. 'Is this the end? Right life would be so much easier if I died, just let me die so I can finally have peace.' I thought and relaxed my muscles fully prepared to die.
"HAHH!" they jerked me from the water and I started coughing crazily and gasping for breath, but was once again ruthlessly shoved back into the icy water. Once again, just as I was about to lose consciousness, they yanked me back up before being stuffed back into the water. This cycle repeated over and over. 'Why can I never get the peace I want? If you're going to do this, I rather you just let me die'
"Do you submit yet?" I heard the woman's voice vaguely beneath all the gasping and the ringing in my ears.
".... Never," I glared at her, huffing and puffing for air before yet again being shoved into the now lukewarm water.
"Ok, stop, Take her and throw her into the cellar don't give her food or water and strip her naked play the rules of the Rose House again and again. Don't let her out until she submits." Saying so the woman looked at me once again, "You know, if you just submit this would be a lot easier on you,"
"Fuck you!" I howled, my voice was cracked and shaky.
"Don't worry, soon enough many men will fuck you," The woman laughed as she left.
I clenched my teeth in fury, 'Why must it always be torture? Can't I just die in peace, why must I suffer?' I felt broken I had completely lost my will to live, but I also wanted pure unadulterated revenge, these two parts of me fought inside my head for dominance.
I let the maids rip off all my clothes and handcuff me with heavy rusty chains. They shoved me out of the room and down the hallways. Many people were passing, men and women they all gawked at me and whispered it really reminded me of the times in the clan and that day in the market. Can people just not mind their business? I shot them a hot bloodthirsty scowl, making them look away in fright.
I felt so humiliated; I wanted to skin that woman alive and that Old jackass man and that man in the cloak and all these people who stared and gawked at me as if I was art in a museum, but I also just hoped it would all be over soon I was so tired of it, all of it.
They led me down a set of rough limestone stairs and pushed into a cell. One of the maid's was carrying a magic recorder that I often saw in the clan. It was just a tiny black box, but it could record speech and play it because a magic stone powered it. She set it down outside my cell and they both left after locking me in my cell closing the door leaving me in complete ink-black darkness.