Hello all. I came up with this torture idea and wanted to share it somehow, but the story I originally matched it with never made it to my computer. I like it better in this story anyways.

WARNING: This Fanfiction is rated T for gore! Especially in this first chapter!

I hope you enjoy. Welcome to my mind.


One never realizes the things they miss until they're gone…or they change.

The change that is rubbed in my face is the birds. One wakes up to the same birds every morning. They sing this sweet song every morning welcoming you to the day. It's gorgeous. Once you go some place new the birds change. Thinking about it now, you notice that it's the first thing you realize when you wake up. Those aren't the same birds.

Honestly…honestly, I miss my birds.

My birds didn't rub it in my face that I couldn't join them in song. They didn't taunt me with the real world and their happiness. I'll tell you a secret… some mornings I still find myself whistling with them or humming. I'm told I shouldn't. I'm told by myself. Chances are, I'll die here. I know that. I've accepted it, but when pain is all I know, can't I have just a little bit of happiness? I think I've earned that. I think a lot of things, things I shouldn't.

You all think I'm crazy. I'm not in my right mind. I don't have a left mind either though. So, I'm nowhere? I'm lost I suppose. I am somewhere; I just don't know where. With nothing but truth in my words, I'm really happy not knowing. Knowing where I was would begin the thoughts of escape.

I've been told if I try to run they'll kill me. I'm disposable, in other words. So I will not run because the longer they're left with me to torture and pick at the longer they'll stay away from Camp Half Blood. I'm only a scab though, I'll fall away eventually which either means I'll give in, or they'll grow tired of my games.

The door rattled with a blow from someone outside and soon the door was open. An empousai stood there with a vicious grin. "I told you she would be looking forward to breaking you. Well, she's heard your story and she is ready to see you." She snickered and snatched at me pulling me by my arm toward the door. She just dragged me, wither her hoof clopping and her metal leg clanking. "I can't wait to hear you scream." She sounded like a cheer leader, a demonic cheerleader. She had this high pitched voice almost like a small child.

I had heard people screaming before. I had heard far too much in the time I was here. I had only been here a week though. A lot of them were male screams. There were some female screams though. Every time, it chilled me to the bone. The hairs on my arms would stand up on end. Granted, I had been hit or struck a few times on my way in, but then they had put me on lockdown. I hadn't seen a soul in almost seven days. This would've been my seventh. Obviously, my cell had been stirred.

The empousai dragged me into a room that had a table shaped like a t. The metal of the table was glistening clean and smelled of bleach as she pushed me down onto it. She chained down my feet so that they were nearly roped together with only about an inch of freedom to move my legs at all. My arms were spread out across the table and restrained with chain at the ends of the cross so that my arms couldn't move at all. Then she took a piece of worn leather that was attached to the table. The inside of it was stained with blood and I stretched trying to keep my mouth away from it. But she clamped it down on my and tightened it until I couldn't move my lips. There was no way out.

"Just give her a few minutes to wake. You're her first appointment of the day." The chuckle she emitted on the way out made a swell form in my throat. I would not be crying when she came in though. I wouldn't allow her that pleasure. Just the thought of her wasn't going to reduce me to that. Sometimes you can't control those sorts of things though.

When she walked in she smiled at me the most vicious smile. Every one of her teeth was sharpened to a point that made her smile filled with hundreds and hundred of teeth. There was a speck of blood on her cheek that she swiped away with her finger tip and apologized because she was a messy eater and her morning snack had been a squirmer. She was wearing a white peasant blouse with ruffles that synched at the smallest part of her waist and then carried on for another half a foot, but as soon as the shirt ended the scaled began reaching further and further down. My eyes followed the length of the scales until I got to the very end of the snakes tail with was also a rude point.

"So my dear, I hear you have some information, information that my darlings need. Oh, but you'll give us this information because Death needs to be put to rest." Quietly, almost without me realizing it, she made the first slit on my stomach. For a moment, there was no pain until the air finally seemed to attack the wound. Searing pain began and I tried to scream, but it was muffled by the leather. "Oh yes, my nails do a fine job." She looked at her fingernails as if they were a prized possession and then she picked up a knife looking at it. "Dull," she smirked, "it'll do."

She pushed the knife into my bleeding wound and tore through more flesh. An aching scream ripped up my throat and I tried to let it out, but it left me breathless and it had no where to go. After that I began to bite my lip every time she would make a slice. There was one that went all the way across from my rib cage to my hip in a diagonal line and she continued to cut these ragged lines in me until my tears ran dry. She put down the knife and smirked.

"You're really very gorgeous my dear." Her smirk faded into a gentle smile and she continued on with casual conversation. "My name is Lamia by the way. Queen of Libya. It's unfortunate we had to cross paths, really it is, but then again your daddy is the reason we're here. "I want to hear your voice though. It's an unfortunate trait of mine. I like conversation." She unbuckled the leather from my mouth and I let out a horrendous scream. My mouth tasted of blood and my cheeks felt raw from where I had bitten them over and over again. "There you go." She made it seem as if she had done me a favor.

It wasn't the most disturbing part.

She ran her fingers along the edges of the table in my blood, my blood that had long since overflowed the edges of the table and spilt onto the floor. She then lifted her finger to her mouth sucking it clean. She closed her eyes and hummed in approval. "I'll see you later my dear." Her tail seemed to turn her around and then she was gone. I relaxed back against the table and began to cry again just hoping for death to come though I knew that wasn't the plan. They would keep me alive for as long as possible. I was going to be stuck here for years if they could milk that much life out of me.

The empousai came in and started to unlatch my hands when a boy came through the door. He had dark hair and dark eyes. To match, a black sword was in his hands. The only bright thing was the silver ring on his right hand in the shape of a skull. Skeletons followed him into the room and soon the empousai was nothing but a pile of golden dust.

"I've been looking for you," the boy with dark hair told me. He used his dark blade to cut straight through the chains on my feet and then my hands. "Come on, let's go." He sheathed his blade and picked me up from the table. "Cover me," he told two of the skeletons. He then instructed the others to stay behind and free the other people held captive. Like that, I had been saved, saved by none other than Nico di Angelo.


Thank you for those of you that read, and if you don't mind tell me what you think. I want to see what you think of this story! Let me know. Thank you again.

Sincerely,

wisegirlindisguise