Here's the next chapter…

And I'm glad all of you Gore Lovers---(I'll call you GL from now on ) are having fun. XD LOL

KalmeKalica

Within the room they had dragged Zidane into, they began the terrible work of preparing him for the wedding. They stripped him, shackled him, and brought a collar around his neck. The brutes bound his wrists behind his back, knowing full well that when he awoke, the agony would nearly kill him. He was laid upon a table; Kylima was called to inspect him.

She lifted his tail and held it there for a moment, before looking up and asking, "Should we cut it off?" A look of pure cruelty passed over her features at that thought.

To her dismay, the guard shook his head. "No, Kalika wanted his tail." Kylima growled. "He's ready then," she said, "let's wake him."

As Zidane awoke, a scream of pain echoed through the room. "Silence!" Kylima screamed, gagging him the instant she heard his desperate cry. "Take him out to the court. Kalika is ready for him."

The guards spitefully grabbed him by his broken arms and dragged him off. Even though the gag, his scream was still very audible.

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Kalika stood out in front of the crowd, impatient and wide-eyed. I want him here so I can kill him! She called over a guard. In his ear, she whispered, "I want Queen Garnet out here, now!"

Within a few minutes, Garnet was brought out, and with Garnet, so was Zidane. One must have thought it heartbreaking to watch her, struggling against the guard who was escorting her, all just to get a better look at Zidane.

Zidane didn't look good. He was bruised and bleeding all over and he looked to be in terrible pain. Kalika watched coolly as he was thrown at her feet. She knelt down beside him, even as he was too scared to move, hardly breathing in the pain he was in. She touched his back, hesitantly; Zidane flinched.

Kalika lifted Zidane up by his bound wrists, before finding a grip upon his collar. She stared him in the face; her ice-cold stare shot through Zidane's soul. He knew he had no defense against her; he was hers, and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. Quietly, softly, Zidane hung his head.

Kalika set him so that he was hanging by his bound wrists. Once more, the pain was too much for Zidane to take, and he began to lose consciousness.

From her belt, Kylima pulled a small needle. She walked up to Kalika and handed her the needle. Kalika nodded her gratitude, before plunging the needle into Zidane's throat. His eyes shot open. Leaning in close to Zidane ear, she whispered, "Let's not try that again, eh?" He merely whimpered; a whimper so entirely submissive that Dagger couldn't believe they were doing this to him.

Kalika lifted a whip, and placed it against his chest, so he could feel it as well as see it. Zidane turned away, whimpering and struggling for breath.

She beat him, long into the day. When she was done beating him, the day was half over. Strangely enough, a cloud hung in the air; it was very dark.

She cut him down and then bound him to a table, smiling as she stretched his arms out. He didn't struggle; he didn't yell at her to stop; he didn't even scream. He was laid chest down, upon the table, bound, and then gagged, and left in anguish for a few minutes. Kalika retrieved something; Dagger couldn't quite see it at first.

But Zidane knew what it was. It was something Cyra used to do with him once or twice a week, just to toy with him, to set him in brutal agony for the long, cold nights in his dungeon.

The weapons didn't look like much; just little metal thorns. Zidane closed his eyes, terrified. Kalika lifted his tail. She caressed it for a moment; Zidane went completely tense. The tiny thorn, no longer than Dagger's fingernail, was then pushed into the tip of Zidane's tail. Small drops of blood flowed down and hit the table below. A soft whimper emanated from Zidane's raw throat.

Kalika placed many more of those cruel thorns into his tail, so many that his precious tail was bleeding all over. Kalika picked up his tail, which was so littered with thorns that she couldn't touch his tail without touching a thorn.

With one brutally cruel smile, she squeezed his tail, driving the thorns in even deeper. The entire table was crimson with Zidane's blood; Dagger watched in horror as the blood began to drip off the table. In the flood of scarlet, she noticed that he said nothing through the entire ordeal; nothing but the tiniest of whimpers escaped his throat.

Kalika continued pressing those thorns into his tail, until every inch of it was enveloped in those cruel thorns. At length, she lifted his tail (paying no heed to his pain and freely squeezing it, just to make him suffer) and placed a small bowl underneath. She squeezed his tail, as if wringing out a wet garment. It had the same effect for his blood flowed easily down into the bowl.

The bowl was handed to Dagger. "Drink it," Kalika whispered. Unable to move, Dagger looked past Kalika to Zidane, who was lying so quietly against the table, saying nothing. His tail was soaked with his blood, as was the table. Kalika growled. "Drink it, or I will," she smiled softly, "and I'll make Zidane suffer for it."

Don't think about it, Dagger told herself, Just do it. One sip, that's all you need do.

Dagger raised the bowl to her lips, shaking slightly. She forced herself to drink it, and at the same time, the thought registered. If Zidane is dying for me, then this is his gift to me. His blood.

Dagger handed the bowl back to Kalika. She turned and walked away, a look of pure hatred on her face. At least she didn't make me drink it all, Dagger thought, trying not to vomit.

She watched as Kalika began to pull out the thorns, taking her time, and allowing a few of them to cut him deeply as she pulled them out.

By the time she had all of them out, Zidane had lost enough blood that he needed medical attention if he was to make it to his execution. "Guard?" Kalika yelled to one of them, "Take him down. Get him so that he isn't dying like this. I need him alive for his execution! Oh, and send Dagger back to Alexandria. Her purpose here is fulfilled."

AN/ Awww…..poor Zidane….poor Dagger….it gets better, don't worry…for, the, like, normal people who don't love gore…..LOL