* This is in past tense. Think of it as Alex telling the story to his family.*
Two years ago.
It was a day like any other, I was walking to school like normal when all of a sudden a bright blue light enveloped me. A symbol formed underneath my feet with weird archaic runes and symbols all around it. I didn't have time to examine the symbols or escape, as before I knew it I was flying through a strange wormhole vortex type thing.
"WHOOSH!"
The next thing that I knew I was inside a grand hall filled with beautiful ornaments and gold everywhere. The walls were filled with purple tapestry and portraits. Knights in full armor colored gold filled all sides of the room.
The King sat in the back of the room atop a large gold throne. He was adorned in a gaudy crown and jewels all over his body. He had a fat face with a bushy beard and a gut barely being contained by his clothes. I should have known something was wrong right then and there, but I got caught up in all the splendor of it. That was my first mistake.
They called me a Hero, showered me in jewels and coin doing whatever they could to get me on their side. I didn't find out till later but the didn't want a Hero, but they wanted a controllable slave to do their biding. And I fell for their scheme hook line and sinker.
The knights trained me to become and expert with the sword in only a few months as well as other melee weapons, Without skipping a beat once my training was finished they through me into battles with the demons 24/7.
The bloodshed was unending. I was practically sleeping in blood whenever I could get a chance to rest. They kept me so busy fighting demons that I wasn't able to think or even question their orders.
I became their perfect slave.
Until I overheard a conversation between two of the Knight captains. They were talking about how I had fallen for their trap and became a puppet for them to control, doing whatever they asked without hesitation.
Hearing their words mixed with scorn and mockery in them I lost it. So I ran away trying to get as far as I could until they noticed that I was gone. However fate wasn't kind to me, it turned out that when they summoned me here they also put a type of tracking magic on me.
It didn't take them long to track me down and bring me back to their kingdom gagged and bound. They were clearly done pretending to be nice to me. As I was being dragged back they didn't even attempt to hide their mockery and snickers towards me. They gleefully laughed the entire way.
I was thrown into the deepest darkest dungeon that they had. Left to starve for a week before they even brought out moldy bread for me to eat. I thought that I would just be imprisoned for the rest of my life but it seemed that the King was bored and wanted to have some fun.
So he took to torturing me everyday as his enjoyment.
It started out small, he would use his fist and use me like a punching bag. Luckily though he didn't have much strength so I was able to power through the first ew days of torture with relative ease.
That was when he seemed to notice that he wasn't strong enough to do any real damage to me with punches. So he switched it up, he brought out a spiked whip and started to whip my back and chest with it.
The torture only got worse from there. Being whipped was an all knew type of pain, my hole body screamed for it to stop. However no matter how much I wanted it to stop I made a promise to myself whether it was smart or not. No matter what I would not scream out in pain, I would keep it all inside. I would not let that bastard King win.
When he got tired of whipping me he switched to ripping off all of my nails from my hands to my feet. The pain was immediately worse than the punching or whipping. But no matter what I still would not let that bastard King hear my screams of pain.
Once all of my nails were gone the King switched up the torture again. This time he took out a knife, he had a sinister smile on his face as he licked his lips.
He heated the knife up with fire magic and then started to slice pieces of my skin off. He was going to skin me alive. Each and every piece of skin that was cut off was also simultaneously burned with the searing hot knife. It was like doubling the pain with each cut.
My nerve endings were screaming for release and for it to stop. But it didn't stop at all, he just kept going. Cutting slowly each piece of skin off my body. I wanted to scream out in pain this time but not matter what no words or sounds would come out of my mouth.
By the time he was done all of my skin had been cut of from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my toes. However he wasn't done torturing me yet, in fact he was just getting started. He had a healing magician come over and heal all of my wounds from the torture, my body was brand new again for him to start his torture all over again.
The King continued with this kind of torture for a while until he grew bored of even that. That was when he healed me all up to brand new again and than started his new form of torture. He got a butcher with a small dull blade to cut off my arms.
I did not scream even then, not like I could as my mind shut down all pain receptors as a form of survival mechanism. To add the icing on the cake he even cursed the stubs of my arms so that they would never be able to be healed or reattached with magic.
I didn't know how long I was being tortured for butat that point I really didn't care. I also came to a conclusion, that the monsters of this world weren't the demons but instead the humans. They were far worse than any demon that I had come across and what was worse, was that they took pleasure in torture and killing.
I was resigned to my fate of never leaving that dungeon and even dying down there. That was when the demons attacked the capital.
Rescuing me from my fate.
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