Here's the next chapter. Enjoy.
I wake up and stare at the ceiling. I sit up and walk towards the window. Darkness has engulfed our peaceful country. Even though the darkness wants me to go back to my bed and sleep, I don't want to. I know that if I return to sleep my horrible dream will continue. I don't want to remember my past. That painful time back then. At the moment I just want to look at the stars and let my thoughts fly away.
Why don't you go to sleep?
Don't you want to see it?
See that what you always wanted to know?
Don't you want to see me?
The voice in my head speaks to me. I shake my head.
"I'm not in the mood to talk to you."
Why not? Even if you don't want to see it, I do! So give me control and show me!
"No!" I yell, but I'm too late. I feel my consciousness fall to the background. I'm only able to see myself walk towards the bed. As I lay down again I hear the words 'Let's have a nice dream' after which I fall back to the world of my past.
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The cold floor of this dark room has become my new home. How much time has passed I can't remember. The old man, master I have to call him, he makes me do work every day. Most of the time I have to carry crates from the storage to wherever he wants them. Sometimes he wants me to keep him company. As he tells me he likes my hair and my small body, I feel shivers down my spine.
At night, when I'm finally free of that guy, my horrible day isn't over. His other slaves hate me. They won't let me sleep and bully me when we're alone. They grab my shackles and makes sure I can't fight back. With any sharp object they can find, they'll cut in my arms. When they hear me cry and scream, they laugh. My pain is their joy.
And then there's that day. I wake up by the sound of the door opening. I can see my master walking towards me and he grabs my shackles. A sharp pain flows through my arms as my wounds from the other day start opening again. I can hear some laughter from the other side of the room. Of course they like seeing me in pain.
Master throws me on the street and makes me carry crates. It's not the worst job, but for once I can't do it. I have no idea why. It's just that I my head feels heavy and I can't concentrate on my work. The only problem is that if I don't do what I'm asked to do, I'll be punished. Remembering my first weeks as slave, the time where I would still resist, makes me pick up the crates. My arms try to tell me to stop. I feel sorry for them, but I have to do this. They won't help me with giving me pain. If only pain didn't exist in this world.
I carry the crates to the harbor where I meet with my master again. He doesn't look at me. He hasn't looked at me for a while now. Except for the fact that I exist and that I'm his possession, how much does he remember about me? Has he completely forgotten those time he'd harass me? I get the feeling he doesn't. It has been an awful time since I was last called by him. I won't think any more about this. Maybe it's better he doesn't look at me. It'll make things a bit more easy for me. Thinking so, I spend the rest of my day carrying his stuff from place to place.
Then the time arrives where I'll be alone with the other slaves again. The look on their faces is different today. It seems they don't just want to cut my arms today. I try to sit in the corner of the room to eat my small piece of bread. I should've known better after all this time. The "leader" of the slaves, Abdel, walks towards me and takes away my food. All I can do is watch him eating it. After that he grabs me by the neck. I can't breathe. Behind me I can hear some female slaves hold their breaths. They won't come to help. No. They're glad I'm the victim and not them.
"I'm getting really tired of your act, little princess." The guy says as he tightens the grip on my throat.
"First you're crying like a little baby and now you act like you're the best in this entire room. We decided that just torturing you isn't good enough anymore. I want to go further…."
He nodded to a guy behind him. That one gave him a small knife. He brings the knife to my face.
"Do you know what this is?"
"A knife."
Does he really think I'm stupid or something. He's the one who's stupid. I mean if he has a knife he shouldn't use it to torture me. He could use it for way better things. It seems he's too stupid to think of such a thing. It's not like I care anyways. As I thinks such things, he continues his little talk.
"Exactly and now for its use."
"I guess you're not going to use to get yourself some nice freedom or something." I say with a small grin.
"Maybe later." I can see anger on his face. Shit, I should've stayed quiet. "Today I'll use it on you. I'm getting tired of torturing you the same way all day. You already have enough scars for me. It's not like you can show yourself to someone the way you are right now. It's just that I'm missing something. I want to see you on the verge of death."
It then hits me. He's ready kill me. It's not like our master will miss me. Not at all. I don't think I can be of much use as his little girl slave. I see the knife getting closer and closer to my face. I want to prepare for my death, but I know I don't want to die.
"Abdel…" I try to say through the tears I cry. "Please, you won't gain anything by killing me."
He begins to laugh. His whole gang laughs. I was stupid. Stupid to think that he'd stop. This is exactly what he wants to see. I'm feeding his sick desire for blood. But Abdel doesn't kill me immediately. While I close my eyes to wait for death I suddenly feel a strong pain run through my left arm. Screaming I look at my arm. I can see his knife sunk deep into my flesh. I try to breath, but I can't. Abdel still holds my throat. My vision turns black. This is it. I think as I fall into what I think of as my last restplace.
"Do you want to live?"
Yes
"Do you want power to survive?"
Yes
"Then would you except me?"
Who are you?
"I am your power. Do you want me to save you? Do you want me to keep you alive?"
Yes
"Then leave it to me"
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I open my eyes once again. I'm still alive? How? I look around and see the room I'm always kept in. At my feet I see Abdel. I scream. Abdel's head has been almost cut off. The other guys that'd always kept him company lay dead in the corner of the room. The females are still in the same corner as always, but start to tremble and panic when they see me looking at them. In my hand I hold a knife, Abdel's knife. It's covered in blood. I'm covered in blood. What did I do? Was it actually me? Was it me or….? What am I forgetting?
I don't get the time to think. I hear the door swing open and there he is: my master.
So even if it was me, I'm dead now. My heart stops beating. I'm scared.
"Who did this?" He sounds shocked. Duh, all his great slaves have been murdered in one night. I can't answer his question. I don't know if it was really me who killed them.
"Her…" I hear a soft voice behind me say.
"It was her. She suddenly became violent. She just attacked them and killed every single one of them."
She points at me. It was me. My master steps towards me. He sits in front of me.
"You. What's your name?"
"Se….le….." I can't pronounce the last part of my name. I'm too scared and my voice just won't help me out.
"Well then Sele, are you ready to have some fun?"
The story is going great. As long as the adventures of Sinbad manga is here, I can continue this story forever. Amazing. Sele's horrible past is only just getting started. Be patient and I'll update as soon as I can.
