Rixon's POV

The cell door rattled and the girl's eyes burst open in fright. Her eyes locked with mine as Gandreel snapped behind me, "Nora, Out!" I watched as her brown eyes filled with sudden terror then cool as she slowly withdrew from my arms and slipped out of bed. She gave me a small smile as Gandreel cuffed her. The girl was pushed out the cell without another word spoken.

I rolled over so I was lying on my back and sighed. My mind was going a mile a minute as I thought about what they could do to her, it was her second time getting tortured, anything could happen considering she was female. And her name was Nora, I smiled slightly. I knew her name now, if she could restore a feeling that died in me centuries ago then at the very least I should know her name. Bloody hell!

I slowly got up, throwing the useless blanket from my body and pulled on my top. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, how the bloody hell am I gonna survive this? The lass is too innocent, they're gonna destroy her. I keep saying and thinking this because it's a fact, they are and there's nothing I can do about it. I mashed her face in, hoping it would save her. I don't think it will considering she was taken away by Gandreel.

Time marched on and questions were dragging me down. Questions about Nora. They started off with questions about her linage whether or not her father was in here then took a turn, questions about whether she had a happy child hood or not. Pathetic questions.

"I can hear that brain of yours, out with them!" I heard Viktor snap from three cells away.

"Sorry, mate, thinking about that lass, you know anything?" I asked sitting against my cell door.

"Heard her name's Nora, her mom's Blythe, she got a cousin called Jean and her father..." Viktor stopped suddenly then said before I could ask him, "Un-fucking-believable!"

"What?!" I demanded

"Her dad's not in here!" Viktor said

"What are you on about? There are only two reasons why he isn't in here, A) he's a halfing and they haven't caught him yet or he's one of the Devil's lot." I said which made Viktor laugh.

"For what I saw when she walked past, her dad left her, it could mean anything." I sighed this didn't help in fact it added more questions than I already wanted. Maybe when she comes back and she isn't comatose, I could ask. She's more than likely brain damaged.

Nora's POV

"where are you taking me?" I demanded as Rixon's guard pushed me down the hall. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me, when the cell door battered open I was so consumed by terror I could barely move and when the guard said my name my terror spiked but cooled when I saw Rixon. I don't think he realised but he held on to me for dear life, his eyes told me that he was scared for me and I wasn't sure what else, his emotions were running wild in his black eyes.

The guard behind me shoved me forward making me stumble. I tried to right myself but he took deep pleasure tormenting me as we walked through the room of caged women. These women looked at me with sympathy and craze, I tried to send my acknowledgement to them but I was rough they pushed towards a strange door I hadn't seen when I came here.

The room was dark and smelled of fear, sweat and other bodily fluids. Everything inside me told me that nothing good ever happened in here and that something very bad was going to happen to me. I didn't have time to fight because Rixon's guard dragged me inside towards an iron bar that was suspended from the ceiling. This far inside the room, I could hear water dripping and metal groan against each other, it spiked my fear levels.

"What-what are you going to do to me?" I asked timidly. Rixon's guard didn't say anything, I watched as he crossed the room and switched on the light as the other guard closed the door. I swallowed harshly as I took in the blood smeared along the walls, blood puddles beneath me. I tried to dominate my fear but little girl inside me was begging for home, for Blythe.

The door reopened again and Caal walked in, wheeling in a steel trolley and I trembled at the instruments lined up straight on top of the trolley. He didn't see me, he spoke to Rixon's guard in hushed whispers so I couldn't hear them. I looked up at my wrists, I had to break free, but the bolts tying me to the metal were melted into the metal so I couldn't get to the screws.

Footsteps traveled towards me and I looked down at Caal who was holding a pair of scissors. He smirked at me as Rixon's guard says, "You wear too many clothes." There was a leer in his eyes that made me feel sick to my stomach. Caal was behind me and the scissor's blade touched my back and I fought back a shiver as he cut my vest top.

The material fell away as Caal walked back over to the trolley. He picked up what I could only guess as a duster with long strips of material. He stood at my front and whistled, "Damn, Rixon did some damage on you."

"Of course he did, he's a territorial man, he doesn't like sharing." Rixon's guard said and my heart broke a little. I know he said he did it to protect me but even I have to agree that he was territorial, hell I was territorial and knew my dad was too. It didn't matter though because the duster slapped against my front making me yelp. I looked down as short, clean cuts opened across my torso.

Caal threw the instrument away and dug in his pocket. He withdrew a syringe with dark green liquid wobbling in it, he stabbed the needle in my wound making me cry. The liquid started to make my blood boil, I felt my veins catch fire and my limbs jerk for no reason. I heard a laugh off in the background as Caal's hands pushed my dangling legs apart, the laugh became a roar and it got closer. I looked down at the two guards as they gripped my thighs and tore layers of skin. I screamed for the first time in a long time.

I think I passed out because when I came too, Gandreel was dragging me down a a cell corridor and stopping outside a cell. He opened the cell and threw me in before saying, "She is sweet, you might want to try, break her in." The cell door slammed shut just as a pair of arms lifted me up, I looked up at Rixon who stared down at me with anger in his eyes.

"What happened?!" He snarled but I was too tired to be scared.

"Torture..." My throat was raspy from screaming, "my thighs...my skin...injected...cuts!" He sighed and lay me on the bed, he sat beside me looking at my torso. He wasn't staring at my breasts but the cuts that covered them and my stomach. I watched as his jaw locked.

"Try not to talk. Can I see what they did?" He asked, his voice was scarily calm and soft. I nodded my head and he slowly eased my soiled trousers from my legs and discarded them on the floor. I was too sore and drained to feel embarrassed or uneasy, I was aware that my panties were keeping me from being completely naked.

Rixon lifted my knee and I was petrified at what my body did. Certain parts of my body got excited and dropped whilst my skin sparked like electricity. Rixon didn't look like he noticed a thing, he was mainly concerned about the state of my legs. He dropped my knee softly and then ripped his wrist open, I watched as he poured what looked to be black ink into my wounds. I felt nothing, I thought there would be a type of excruciating pain but there wasn't. I looked down and watched as my legs closed over and healed, no mark or blemish to show what I went through but when I looked up at Rixon, his eyes were dazed and wild.

"Rixon, I..." He moved closer, shaking his head.

I watched as his bleeding wrist hovered over my chest. He healed the worst of my cuts but I could see it was weakening him to do so. When he was about to heal my minor cuts, I sat up and grabbed his forearm. I ripped the cover from the pillow and wrapped the sheet around his wrist, he watched me as I knotted the fabric so it didn't come apart.

"Nora!" He whispered and I looked up just as my heart sped up. This can't happen, I can't have feelings for him. I just can't! He touched my cheek as I watched him read my face, "You should get some rest."

I nodded then pulled away from him. I collapsed on my side, pulling the blanket over me. It wasn't long until I felt Rixon settle down behind me and wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me closer so my bare back was against his bare chest. I tried not to think about it or what might happen to me tomorrow.

Author's Notes

The next chapter will have some violence but mostly it'll be a bonding time between Rixon and Nora. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.