"Now the show begins"
John said setting his record of the eighties on a high volume moving his body to the slow jam of the phonograph.
Lyrics
"You're the Inspiration "
You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I want you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
You're always on my mind, in my heart
In my soul
Baby
You're the meaning of my life
You're the inspiration
You bring feelings to my life
You're the inspiration
"Sir"
J calls with a dull entrance and drops a steel square box of medium rage on the single table in the empty under-base room, which is John's supposed torture room.
All his previous culprits are brought in there and ones there, even the toughest and most skilled man melting in confession, let's say a little girl like her.
He thought through with spread lips.
It is just a matter of time before she says what he wants to hear, perhaps a minute or less. With the ease of confidence, he unfolds the steel box after an insert of codes, withholding layers of tools and weapons, for a small box it sure is spacious.
"you know what I call it? Death bar, it my best buddy". He said smirking his lips at the sound of the electric drill in his hands.
"Don't have human buddies?" Ella asked, filling her laughter in the room
" Are you a psycho, don't have any friends, do you? Quite a pity ", she furthers in with a sweet smile that agitates his patience.
In a huff, he walks to her, gently caressing her face "Honestly you're quite attractive and your sharp tongue makes you more desirable. Any man would want to rip you off your clothes and f**k the hell out of you, it just that I despise being challenged and you've done that since we met" he said in watch of the drill digs depth of her leg, flush in excite with every drop that bleeds off her and the flesh crumbling apart. Please, he listens to her sour groans and the grunt turns into bitter screams of agony.
He could tell she's one firm girl but even so, she can't stand against a torture as hurtful as this.
For a guy that finds little pleasure in torturing others or their agony, it does baffle his heart to the much excitement he's gaining from her every expression, her eyes being compelled to shut, her fingers tightening on the chair arm she was chained to, every second is a new dilemma of pleasure.
"Had enough, ready to talk?." He asks as he washes off the blood on his hands, under the refreshing water that sprints out of the container it's caged in. Diligently he turns to see her laughing like a maniac, concealing his smile on how brutal her waves of laughter keep increasing. In a rage, he trashes out the towel used to dry his hand
"I've been through worse, this is nothing but child's play "
His face goes stiff and lifeless as his eyes widen with hard veins of darkness. His head goes nodding in accord, relaxed he compels himself to be as he walks close to the girl he wishes to inflict intense pain on yet is restricted by uncertain emotions. Probably lust, it is the only reasonable explanation, she's after all a beauty with a desirable body.
"Then it's a good thing we have just gotten started, J gets her strip".
Ella struggles in protest, she abhors the idea of being ripped off clothes, thou time has passed she still recalls that incident. That horrible night, Mr. Tee, the husband of the woman that was taking care of her, a drunken bastard, gambler, and an ass hole. He came home drunk that night, broke a few of the many things that were named assets, he scolded the name of his wife but she wasn't at home. Ten-year-old Ella came out and tried to help him instead he caught her, his huge hands ruffled her skin rough, hard he slammed her face against the walls as she fought back at him. With minutes of push and pull she was able to rip the breath out of him with just a knock of a vase against his damn bald head. Lucky him his breath was only seized for an hour but she dared not wait for that moment, with freedom from him she escaped her way out of the house, out on the streets she began a new life of homeless.
"No, no, please. You can't " she protests, swearing her heart crossed to kick the hell out of him if he dares to touch a hair on her skin.
With an eye gesture from his boss, J approaches her but is blocked by her leg that goes for his thighs.
"Touch me and I swear I'll kill you" and certain she intends to the threat. Her body is not one to be seen by anyone and especially not by jerkasses like them both.
" Leave it" John ordered J's retriever from the course.
"Are you now ready to speak?", he stares into her eyes which sends mockery and untamed, less unbothered by any of his treatments. Her ease chortle erupts rage in his veins, clenches his fist in the stare of her arched brows. He aims to rip the hell out of her but instead, she's burning every gruff in him.
"You'll talk and I promise you very soon" he stiffly said, aiding his fingers on the knives that lay of various shapes and sizes on the table.
"Not today buddy", she flash him a smile with her head up.
"Tougher than presumed, I fancy tough girls. They always agitate the beast in me." He boldly stated punishing the curvy knife he had chosen in her thigh. Less to his satisfaction on her low grunts and stern face that show little effect on the pain he is inflicting on her.
"Is it tougher than you?." She asks, not wanting to hand him the satisfaction he craves. As twice as the pain inflects in her spine and leaves her helpless she still won't show it to him.
"You will see, Bea," he said with a flirty yet devious wink at her.
With a return to the table, he picks a much longer and wider knife with a straight sharp edge, in a second more he gets it and shoves it in her stomach with multiple twirls. Forsaken her body feels, shattered it goes into darkness as her nerves try to subdue the pain. It feels like her whole system has stopped functioning, her breath seizes as the pain of flame melting the skin ignites. With every second the ice water darkens in color as the drops off her stomach, she grasps for air, stiffing her hands on the hole in her stomach.
"What, given up so easy?", is a question he doesn't have to ask.
"Just kill me asshole," she said with a spit Spat at his face. Likely she wishes for it, the pain in her stomach is enough death, death is much better than the thousand pains she's dealing with, and much more she knows she won't survive, it is just minutes before her body gives up.
"Get ready, today's lesson will either strengthen you or have you dumb six feet below"
Ella's mind blurs to her first year of training in the organization, after the final selection she was sent to level two, under the reign of the same lady who had walked that night. She and others were instructed out and as so they stood horizontal with hands behind their backs. Each eye watched attentively as the lady walked in with a speech of horror as always.
" Today's lesson, you're going to be tested on your ability to withstand torture. How long can you last being drained of your blood ?" The lady asked with eyes glued at Ella, who stared not an eye out from her gaze. With more words of enlightenment, her body felt a sudden loss of grip, her blurred by the surrounding occurrences. With trust in her instincts, she guided her feet through the darkness to a door, which she had seen earlier while being called in.
Within, a light came in direction of her.
"What's the organization?" A voice asked by creating a duplicate of itself.
"You'll win the game once you say what we want to hear, what's the organization about?"
" I have zero clue of the organization you speak of," she said, scanning her eyes for a way out of the room she had found herself. In scattered she searched only to find the door she had walked through gone, the room was nothing more than a square box that gave nothing but darkness. With every second by, she felt the weight of the walls crumbling on each other, as was the roof that appeared falling. In haste, she searched for a clue or button which could lead her out.
Seconds became minutes and minutes into hours, with every struggle step she took the walks closed in, and every scolding caused the roof to drop. And as it continued her breath seized, as was her heart that filled her chest, and her hands had sweat from the compressed thoughts of being squeezed to death.
"Just kill me ass hole" she barely said exiting her tormenting thoughts on her past. If there's one thing she has been taught that's to withstand every torture.
"Not yet beauty, I have many plans for you," he said only for her ears, gently he scrubbed his fingers on her pale lips that had splits from its perfection.
Her body trembles from the cold cubes that keep her warm, just like the one that night. Just as she had thought her end was there, a light dropped on her face, rescuing her from her destructive thoughts.
Her feet made their way to the open door that led to another room.
Within she stood still shaken by the previous torment. With no alarm her body was lashed against the wall of the room, she turned to find water being flushed at her. Repeatedly the men in masks had her drowning in water, her head was dumped in a plastic bag with cubes of ice in it.
"Tell us, what's the organization?" One asked after a punch in her face.
" Tell us and you'll be free," the other said, freeing her face from the plastic.
Sore her eyes had gone, each touch was electric on her skin. With a sour groan she wiped her bleeding lips and edged her eyes at the two suckers in stared at her.
" Go to hell," she said
"Hey beauty, take a look at this" John said plugging her out of the slow death that was drowning her.
In dull she stares at him and waves a hammer in size of that used by geologists.
"Kill me already, or do you lack the courage?"
He flips at her words, his jaw clenched as he stares at her chuckling face of provocation.
" Kill me coward" she provokes.
His eyes darken in mimic that of the pale ocean Rage from within, his back skin tore, carving ways for his bones that twist in cracks, and his ears grow inches out with furs on them. Accompany were claws that grew out of his fingers, soon to transform into paws.
At the start she watched his body take shape to a creature of the woods, fear registered on her face as fangs appeared on his front teeth. Ella dazzles at the sight, her eyes still on the beast, lips split with speech on hold in her throat. Her mind fills with questions yet shakes with every paw taken close to her. This wasn't part of her training, no one told her creatures like her existed, his size was twice the normal wolf she had fed her eyes at.
What is he?
His wolf rushes against her neck, determining it is to rip her head off her body. Its mouth spread wide, exposing the faint tooth, the second it closed its fangs on her skin. And just as that he's thrown back on its body against the walls of his basement. Out his beast groans and fronts for a second charge only to be disappointed with a much more intense force that compels it beast to submission. In grunt his beast's head is low it gazes at its paws in recognition of the glow that emerges from her side back.
"Your Highness ", J shutters, before Ella collapses into the darkness.
****
"Rrr" she lends her fingers to her eyes before letting it's wide in the grasp of the alien space she is. Above she scans through the carved roof of stars and moon, at the center it holds a gigantic chandelier that dances with the wind, from the open windows at the sides that host flowers of alluring natural aroma. At her sides are pillows huge enough to host a baby, in clear view she finds her body on a bed twice the size of a normal bed. Cautious, she forces her body against its will to rise from the comfort it's in, yet it holds no strength of such.
"Don't move your Highness, you're still unfit. The doctors advise you to take rest" The sudden voice catches her off balance, and in a second her body is aided straight onto the bed by a woman. She takes a close look at the woman whose appearance presents a maiden of the eighties. Hair concealed in the see-through cap, their body dressed in a pale black plated skirt that falls to her feet and attached top that braces the mid of her neck, and wrists cuff in sleeves of white edges.
From looks, she seems to be a middle-aged woman. Quite the plump body, stout height, and chubby face.
"You should be careful," she said with a straight face, eyes on the vase that set her apart from others, in seconds her feet walked there and straightened the vase to the order of others.
"Hold on, u..umm" Ella shutter through, baffled at the turn of events. The best to her memory is the cell she was tied in and then the blackout. Where is she? and what's going on? Who's the woman? Everything is unfamiliar, she tries to recall what happened before passing out but blurs of the last incident she only recalls being caught up with Mia after their trial to steal the precious stone.
"Does her highness need anything?", the woman asks, noticing her weird expressions and dumb mouth.
Ella looks at her with dubious thought, what's with her code of dress and why does she continue to address her by her highness?. One thing she knows, she is no royalty not even by blood but again she's an orphan who knows not of her family's history, the woman who raised her claimed she's an ill lucky child who was abandoned in front of her doorstep.
"Where am I ?", she finally manages to ask, to the woman's bafflement at her question but obligates to respond.
"Her Highness is at the Cole castle, in Wills Hills ".