The guard grabbed me by my arm and yanked me towards the prison door. My nude body fell onto the cold, stony floor. I scraped open my knees and purple blood started making its way down my leg. "Please let me go!", I cried out but the guard just huffed in response and slammed the door shut leaving me behind in this cold room. Silent sobs filled the room. They echoed across the whole prison. Tears streamed down my face and fell onto the floor. I wiped them away but they kept coming. I pulled my knees towards me and clutched myself. Burying my face into my knees, hiding away from the darkness that filled this filthy room. My hair fell down and created a curtain of light brown wavy hair.
I should have fled when I had the chance. I could've shifted into a bird and fly away but I didn't. I let myself get caught. Myself and Ophelia. Only because she met me, because she knew that I was a fairy she was rotting somewhere in this prison.
A couple hours later a guard opened the room and threw in a piece of bread and placed down a cup of water. Abruptly he shut the door before I could speak up. I crawled towards the piece of bread, wincing whenever my knees touched the stony floor. Without any hesitation I took the piece of bread and began eating it. Trying to not swallow the whole piece down in a second. After I ate the bread I grabbed the cup of water and drank it till no droplet was left. Leaning against the hard wall I questioned my life. I would never see Estreia again. I would never see Kyllan and Mera again. As these thoughts crossed my mind, some tears left my eyes and fell onto my knees. I winced at the pain my salty tear has caused.
I looked at the ceiling and saw a small window in the corner. This awakened my mind. I quickly stood up and inspected the window. There was no way to open it with a handle. My mind began creating thousands of scenarios trying to find a way to get out of this hell and my mind had an idea. And for this idea I needed the piece of bread that I just ate. I looked at the cup where my water was in but it wouldn't work. It would cause too much noise. I sighed knowing that I didn't know when my next meal will be served.
I layed onto the floor in the fetus position trying to keep myself warm with my body heat. Slowly my eyes fluttered close and I found myself sleeping.
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"Wake up whore." A loud voice woke me up from my sleep and I saw a guard standing at the door looking powerful. He wore an armour on his upper body covering his chest and I could see daggers across his waistband. I quickly hurried into a corner of the room, making the distance between him and me bigger. He trotted into the room and was giant. I was a petite fairy in comparison to his centaur body. He came nearer and nearer. His strides were long and he was now directly in front of me. He leaned down and grabbed my hair. I stopped breathing and shut my eyes. He pulled me by my hair to his eye level and I screamed at his action. My eyes were now wide open and he smirked, enjoying that he caused me pain. Then he let go and I fell once again onto the floor. My crusty wounds scraped open and the blood began to flow again. He then kicked me into my stomach with his hoove and I sucked in air from the impact. Coughing uncontrollably after his kick. Grabbing my arm he dragged me out of the room. My other hand automatically searched for something to grab onto but there was nothing. I cried out from the pain he was causing me. My arm hurt from his tight grip. It felt like the circulation was cut off and my arm was turning more numb each second. My back scraped along the stony floor. I knew that'll leave some wounds.
He dragged me into a room and my eyes were filled with an emotion that even I couldn't explain. I saw various tools for torture hanging on the wall. I could even spot some blood stains scattered across the wall and the floor. I frantically began kicking my legs making it harder for him to drag me towards the stool. "You cunt", he shouted and leaned down towering over me. He grabbed my neck and began putting pressure on it. I tried to get his hand off of my neck but he just applied more pressure. I started coughing and my face turned a crimson color. I began scratching his arm and hand leaving lines of blood behind. He hissed but didn't budge with his hand. Slowly I started seeing black dots in my vision and my body felt weaker and weaker. My hands stopped scratching him and fell down, hitting the cold ground in the process. He smirked and stopped choking me.
I laid there not moving trying to regain my energy. He went over to a wall where a whip and ropes were hanging. I heard him shuffling around and then coming back to me with a big smile plastered on his face. He then grabbed both my arms and dragged me towards a wall and I saw chains hanging from it. He chained both of my arms so that my body was facing the wall. I heard him lashing his whip against the wall wincing at the piercing sound it made.
"Lets us start.", he loudly said.
"Why are you in Idzor?", he asked. My whole body trembled and I feared of the impact. But I couldn't betray my kingdom, I couldn't betray the queen. "I fled from Estreia", I whimpered. I felt him staring at my body. The tension was getting thicker every minute I kneeled in that position facing the wall. I heard the whip smacking against the wall and then piercing through the air hitting my back. I cried out at the pain it caused. My back ached and I felt the pulse from my heartbeat on my newly wound. "Why are you in Idzor", he repeated. I gave him the same answer and got whipped again. My whole body jerked up and I tried to free myself from the chains but they just rattled making a loud noise. Tears prickled in my eyes and I held back my sobs not wanting him to see me vulnerable.
He repeated the question all over again and I gave him the same answer and every time I answered I felt the leather whip smacking against my back creating a new wound. "Maybe this will help you say another answer", the guard murmured under his breath. Shuffling sounds awakened my sense of hearing. My head perked up and I tried to turn it around to see better what he was doing. His hooves clacked against the stony ground as he neared me.
In his hand he carries a long iron stick. My eyes squinted trying to see clearer what was at the end of the iron stick. He went over to a forging furnace. He heated the stick and then I realised what he was about to do. I began wiggling around. My wrists hurt from all the wiggling around. The chains cutting through my skin. After heating the stick he came towards me and stood behind me. I could feel his body heat radiating from him.
He pressed the hot metal against my shoulder plate and it sizzled. I screamed as he applied more pressure. My body felt as if it was on fire and I would burn at a stake. It felt like he never stopped. He was applying more and more pressure. Tears made their way down my cheeks like a waterfall. "You like that?", he asked.
I gritted my teeth, containing my screams not wanting him to have power over me. Finally he stopped with the burning and let the stick fall onto the ground. I felt his hand on my lower back and his breath on my neck. His long fingers glided along my back up to the place where I carried the newly brand. His fingers circled it and taunted me. I feared of what he could do next. He then ran over my brand with his rough fingers and I hissed at the touch. "You're skin is smooth fairy", he slurred out. I shuddered at his words and felt disgusted. He released me from the chains and my arms slumped down next to my body. He turned my body around so I was facing him. His devilish nearly black eyes staring into mine.
He stroked my cheek with his rough hand. "You are desirable", he whispered. I cringed at his words and shook his hand off of my cheek.
"Lets get you back to your cell", he whispered into my ear making me shudder.