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Can you say my name again, he asked his voice sounding more cynical by every minute. My neck too sore to jerk away when he touched me, even if it wasn't, chains bound it to the bloody throne, the blood on it, my own, and theirs and others and some, but mostly my blood....Pain and shame, deep unforgettable shame and blame and so much more I couldn't grab on to. And when I dared even so much as feel anger, the process started all over again, numbing pain shot into my brain anytime my bare bloodied bottom scrapped the metal of the grand throne.
" I wan't to hear you say it Pur, please let me here it again okay ?
My throat burned my lips cracked and Jarred from bites and chews and whatever sort of torture it's been abused for, I was too numb, too tired, at some point I did wish for death and yet it wouldn't come find me.
" Please... please let me go, I'm begging you..."
At my plea, their faces only darkened in displeasure, the air around us again turning a humid thickening darkness.
No...no....no I knew what was going to happen next. Another round, they were going for another round... of torture they've already done so many of that...I couldn't..c... can't take in anymore... please...
No!
I jolted from the wet with sweat bed. Instantly regretting my actions as my entire being swayed with mind tearing aches. However I was swiftly caught by solid arms and slowly lowered to my place between the two hell hounds...
I've got you little pur,...Here, go back to sleep,...
I whimpered, my whimpering turns to soft sobs my body aching again from the slight movement, my sore muscles burning, almost driving me insane,and without hesitation I stiffened stopped in my act of sobbing and let my tears flow just as freely as they gathered in my eyes. The dreadful pain a reminder of what had really taken place a few hours ago.
I felt hands stroke my ribs to my belly from behind and I fought the edge to whimper not from defiance but from the fear I might anger him with my pushing away. Don't resist, don't move... don't move away, I chanted to my inner self... A mantra that saved me rounds of more torture tonight...
"Its okay pur, we are right here, go back to rest it's been a long night."
Mnn... I nodded softly ignoring the jolt of pain that raked my body as he wiped the tears of my face and pecked my head.
Yes, it's been a long night. And I hope tomorrow doesn't come for me. If wishes could really be granted then... please please just let me die.
"Good wife..."
Were the last words I heard as I felt knuckles caress my rib..
Ah yes I'd been adorned a ring in the most gruesome (blood and charred skin way) too... tonight.
Reaper, please don't make me see another sun rise...
"Sleep Pur...."
And my body as though forcefully adapted to answer on command succumbed to painful nightmare filled slumber. The slow tapping on my back did nothing to shoo the sleep demons away as they hunted my every slumber.