By now, Whip's hands had been untied, but she could not take her blindfold
off. The light hurt too much. It had been almost a week, and she was faint
from hunger and thirst, the discomfort fogging up her mind.
Tears silently rolled down her face again. What did they want from her? And why had no-one come to help her? She had to wait, and every second was like an hour.
The door opened again, and she shrank back from it, fearing. Then the fist slammed into her, and she was once again left lying on the ground, puking up her own blood, the pain too much to bear. But the punishment did not stop there.
She was slammed into a wall, and with a crack, her right arm was methodically broken. Whip screamed in pure agony. Then her entire body was kicked viciously and a knife was stabbed into her side.
The door slammed shut. Bleeding and crying, Whip slowly crawled to the side of the room and propped herself against the wall, every step driving searing pain through her.
To her surprise, the door opened yet again. A tray of food was set on the ground, and the door closed again.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It was a hand she knew well - consisting entirely of steel plates.
The voice of K'Dash whispered into her ear: "I'm coming." Then his presence was gone, leaving her alone in the dark, which seemed to have become twice as threatening.
Tears silently rolled down her face again. What did they want from her? And why had no-one come to help her? She had to wait, and every second was like an hour.
The door opened again, and she shrank back from it, fearing. Then the fist slammed into her, and she was once again left lying on the ground, puking up her own blood, the pain too much to bear. But the punishment did not stop there.
She was slammed into a wall, and with a crack, her right arm was methodically broken. Whip screamed in pure agony. Then her entire body was kicked viciously and a knife was stabbed into her side.
The door slammed shut. Bleeding and crying, Whip slowly crawled to the side of the room and propped herself against the wall, every step driving searing pain through her.
To her surprise, the door opened yet again. A tray of food was set on the ground, and the door closed again.
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. It was a hand she knew well - consisting entirely of steel plates.
The voice of K'Dash whispered into her ear: "I'm coming." Then his presence was gone, leaving her alone in the dark, which seemed to have become twice as threatening.