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Summary: Was she really teaming up with the enemy? Was she the spy? Is she guilty? Punishments were given to her. She had to cope with the pain and try to survive the punishments upon her. When she thought no one was on her side, she was wrong. Which side will you be on? Who do you believe? ~ He was given a task to help someone, he was on neither side but he will be now when he finds out the truth. Her world slowly revolving around him, will he change course? Read on :) Lol, I don't know if the summary made sense xD
I stared down at the Colosseum with pity. A young girl being punished for something she did not do. She was coughing up blood, bruises and wounds covering her body. Injuries much worse than you would have in a war. I did not know a punishment could be this severe. I winced as she screamed in pain one more time. I could not take in the scene happening before me, however I needed to stay. I was on a task. I cannot and was not going to leave her behind since it was an order from Dad.
She screamed one more time as they whipped her back. It took a lot of courage not to look away. No matter how bloody and painful it got, no matter how many screams of pain she put out, she still never screamed or begged them to stop. Which made me wonder, was she really responsible for the 'crime'? Is that why she has not begged them to stop?
The 'soldiers' (or whatever those 'punishers' were called) stopped and a shout of cheers roared as they took their weapons and threw them in a large water bucket to be cleaned. The spectators stood up giddily with wry smiles on their faces as they took out handful of pebbles and rocks and threw them at the girl who was now lying on the rough ground; almost lifeless. She was going to be left here until her second punishment would begin, which will be in five days. Anyone who was willing to help her was allowed, no punishment would be given. As soon the colosseum is empty, I'll take her with me and I'll treat her.
People were still throwing rocks and pebbles when a blinding light appeared which stopped everyone. They were warned. The spectators were not allowed to do anything in the Colosseum but cheer. The spectators who threw pebbles and rocks were now rushing out. Others stayed and looked at the girl in pity, happiness and anger. I looked around the spectators' stand and spotted her so called 'team', looking at her with pity but I saw no signs of sorrow. They looked at her the last time for today and nodded at each other then they left. I waited for a few more minutes and then walked down the colosseum. I was not in a hurry whatsoever. I did not care whether she was badly injured or not. I did not care who she was either. This was a task. Yes, I felt sorry for her but nothing more. I was on no one's side but I did not believe her. News was, she is a pretty good liar.
I finally reached her, the surrounding smelt of metal and blood and as I got closer, the smell got stronger. I kneeled down and examined her. Every part of her body was covered in dirt and blood. Her clothes were torn, leaving only a small amount to cover her. Not that I could see her 'parts'. Perverts, I need you away. Anyways, back to the story. I put my arms around her and carried bridal style. I looked up at the afternoon sky, I knew Dad was watching. Before I walked out the exit, I put my hoodie back on before I walked out the colosseum and went 'home'.
I arrived 'home'- the reason why I'm calling it 'home' is 'cause I'm staying temporarily and I'll move out when her second punishment will begin.- and placed her on the bed. I quickly started working as soon as I washed my hands and removed my jacket. I stared at the body, sleeping uneasily, a frown on her face, an expression of pain. She was almost lifeless, it was scary. I removed the cloak from her and scanned her blood stained body. I went to the bathroom and took a big pail and filled it with warm water and brought it back to the room. Taking my backpack, I took out a golden coin with a bow and the Sun engraved into it. I flipped it and it shone brightly, it dimmed and a medical cart appeared with all the necessities to treat her wounds. I placed the towel inside the bucket to dampen it while I… while I *cough* While I took the remains of her clothes and threw it into another bucket. She was bare and the dim sunlight was focused on her, (Ugh, I hope that isn't being a pervert right now.) I took the dampened towel and carefully wiped her with it, removing the blood and dirt stains. I repeated for a few times and then started disinfecting the wounds. I finally wrapped her wounds in bandages. Now, washing her hair was a bit complicated then I finally decided that I'll wash her hair like how do they do it in salons.
I finally finished treating her wounds and started cleaning up. I was washing my hands when I heard a noise coming from her, she was whimpering and tears forced their way out. I smiled sadly and sat on a chair next to the bed. I had to watch her and I was sure I was not gonna get much sleep. At first, I thought it was annoying when Dad told me that I need to watch over a girl who was hurt. I had to take care of her. But I wasn't expecting anything like this. I scanned her body and smirked, she does have a good body and no, I am not thinking of anything perverted. She's attractive as well even though her face has some scratches. I sighed as I thought that I needed to wake up early tomorrow to make food and then change her bandages. I was sure she was going to wake up tomorrow.
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