*Readers discretion: violence. disturbing scenes.*
Changing her path towards the dungeon, again, Ares saw her and immediately followed. "your highness?" He called out
Hearing his voice from afar, she stopped for him to catch up "Do you need me to escort you?" He asked, expecting a 'yes'
"No," Reina said, walking away from him. He continued to walk after her making it annoy her. "Stop following me!" she snapped, obviously stressed out by everything and everyone
"But your Highness, it's..."
"Shut up!" cutting him off and groaning.
She barged into the dungeon doors and asked the guards not to let Ares in, she walked down the stairs holding a torch, and the stench of rusty metal and blood filled her nostrils down to her lungs, enduring it more, this time would be the second time she would be coming down here all her life. It was cringe and she felt like she was about to throw up.
Silas, the man who was still chained up for about a week now, heard footsteps, they were light on the ground, and it was just those footsteps. 'Princess'. he thought to himself and smirked. He looked tattered, the only clothing on him was the white-turned-brown garment around his waist to his mid-thigh.
"You're back, princess" He raised his head to look at her. The energy he gains whenever he sees her is baffling even to him, one moment, he's over life, and the next, she shows up, filling him with new energy. "I thought I won't get to see you till I escape" he added, obviously trying to piss her off, but the princess was already pissed and she only came to pour out that anger by venting it on him.
"Escaping is a good idea, Silas, but escape and return to whom exactly?" She placed her index finger on her chin, smirking.
He furrowed his brows, confused. "My wife, of course"
"If only that was possible. oh, a little secret, she's with another man," Reina chuckled "Anyways, I'll love to see you try to make an escape plan, Silas" she said. Motioning for the guards to bring 'It' in. One of them came in with a large tray at hand. "open it"
Hesitating, "Pardon me, your Highness, but the king would not approve of you going in to meet the prisoner," He said, averting his eyes, not daring to make eye contact with her.
"Open it," she said again in a stern voice, he obliged opening the cell with the keys in his pockets.
Stepping in, the guard double-checked the chains and weakened Silas' muscles with a sedative before letting Reina go in "Leave us". She started by picking up a gun, scrutinizing the gun and him. Silas.
"Well, Mr Silas, do you know who else can shoot a gun? I won't miss" Pointing the gun at him, she moved closer to him, placing it directly on the side of his abdomen and placing her hand on the trigger. she moved back a little for him to see her pull the trigger "Shall I?"
He cackled and sneered, "Oh princess, we both know yo..."
*bang* he heard the trigger being pulled and shut his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but it didn't
"Why are you scared already? It wasn't even loaded yet, imagine if it was?" She chuckled, shaking her head, dropped the gun and picked up some large needles "How easily can you thread a needle?" she started. "No, wait, can you thread a needle, Silas?" she questioned, poking her thumb with them. "No?" she looked up at him. "I'll show you how", picking up two of the needles and pushing them into his palms "Imagine your palms being the needle in this case, while the needle is the thread." Silas groaned, gritting his teeth " You slide it in slowly that way, you won't lose sight of the small hole", she continued. Silas started tugging on the chains with no progress. Reina moved to his left and did the same thing, his palms were sipping blood. She added a few more to both hands before going behind him and stuffing some on his neck as well. looking outside the cell seeing a guard "shoot him"
That one guard who remained behind just in case something happened was traumatised. He couldn't believe his eyes that it was their princess talking. "Shoot him", He heard her say, but he couldn't move. "Did you not hear me?" Reina asked, and the man moved to pick up the gun. "Right on his abdomen where he won't die. Yet," she added, and the man shut Silas, who groaned loudly in obvious pain.
Reina moved to the tray and picked up two drak gloves made with animal skin and a little knife-like scapula and approached Silas, who panicked when he saw the object in her hands.
"How about I help take the bullets out, hm?" Tilting her head and looking down at him.
He gripped the chains then an intense pain went down his spine, realizing there were still needles in them. He started to grunt in pain and anger. He needed help but won't give her the pleasure of begging her.
"Beg me" she uttered, smirking. She placed her hand on the spot and squeezed hard for him to scream.
At the palace gates, Ares rushed to the king the moment he saw his carriage, allowing the king to come out first. He greeted him with courtesy
"Pardon me, your majesty, but it's the princess", He stated.
Zeus furrowed his brows. "What happened?"
"She's in the dungeon. Alone."
"Why aren't you with her?!" Zeus fumed, his aura emanating
"I'm sorry, she ordered me not to. please hurry"
They paced off in haste, screams echoed out from the entrance. it was a man's. The guards quickly paved the way for them. The horror on Zeus's face when he saw his daughter at the same height as the prisoner they kept. She was.... torturing him. He stood frozen, watching her squeeze the man's wounds, his hands bloody. what has she done? His eyes widened when he saw her place her thumb into it and then bring the scapula closer. "Reina!!" He yelled out. stopping her mid-way.
Reina froze, sighed in disappointment and slowly got up and dropped the scapula and turned "Father".