I hear the stomp-like footsteps, that must've been my masters, close by. I grind my teeth together in anger. I sigh, trying to relax as the footsteps grow louder, and soon the door is opened and dim light shines through, revealing the silhouette of my master. The doors slam shut almost immediately. After a minute the lights flicker on and off momentarily before the bright lights illuminated the room. I cover my eyes, the light overwhelming at first. Slowly I open them again, and before me was Xanthe.
He chuckles deep and loud as he hovers above me, his familiar clown paint looked sharper, his eyes were slanted and his teeth looked longer and pointier. He let out a deep sigh and then leans down so he was on his knees in front of me, "Are you ready to beg for mercy and forgiveness yet my pet?" He asked softly, trailing his fingers along one of my horns. I growl under my breath and stare straight back into his eyes; he knew I wouldn't give up so easily. He exhales noisily, and his brow furrowed. "Listen, we don't have to go through the shit you'll have too if you just apologize and such, you could avoid all the fuckin' pain," He calmly said, his mouth twisting into a wide grin. I open my mouth to yell that I would never submit but before I could even say a word he was bringing his fist into my right shoulder, hard. I yelp, falling to my side onto the cold concrete.
He reaches down, grabbing my hair and yanks me upwards. I grab onto his wrist, scratching my nails along it and causing purple blood to leak out of the fresh wounds. He just laughs, pinning me back against the wall, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU STILL HAVE FIGHT IN YOU, YOU REALLY DO NEED TO BE REPRIMANDED FOR THESE FUTILE ATTEMPTS AT DISOBEDIENCE!" He brought his fist back again and I flinched as he pretended to swing at me.
He just laughed again and stood up, swinging his leg into my side. I double over in pain, grabbing my stomach. I let out a squeak-like sound and look up into his almost glowing eyes. "Pathetic lowblood," He whispers, but loud enough that I heard it. I shook, curling up into myself, trying to get as small as I could, just so maybe I would disappear from his sight. I was pathetic, I was nothing like my ancestor, who was strong and fought against the Highblooded heathens, and she had led some of the strongest rebellions. However, here I was, a Highbloods slave, shaking like a wriggler, wanting to disappear. "I am pathetic," I whimper.
"Exactly, that is why if you beg, you can be forgiven and not look so pitiful."
"I will not…"
"HOW CAN YOU TALK LIKE THAT? You really are a suicidal fuck aren't you? You want me to kill you, but yet I can't…sad isn't it."
"It may be sad, but I refuse to degrade myself any lower than I already have sir."
He growls, then rolls his eyes, "You can try to keep this fake brave disguise on as long as you want Remisa, but you will not fool me."
I hug my almost completely naked body, shreads of my dress hung around my waist and legs, and my black boy shorts had a tear in the side of my upper thigh, revealing a dried bloody cut along it. I refused to talk to him anymore, I crossed my legs, shivering. "YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO SAY, HUH?" He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to my feet; I almost collapsed at the sudden shock of standing, my whole body shaking. The only reason I didn't collapse was because of the grip he had on me, holding me up. My whole body ached, and I felt some of my deeper wounds opening and blood running down my back. I fell, dangling a foot from the ground by his grip.
I refuse to participate in his mind games; I wouldn't be tricked into groveling for him, this bastard, to forgive me. My fingers curl into fists, I bit into my lip, but not hard enough to puncture the flesh. He became bored of my refusal to participate and releases his grip on my arm, moving towards the door. "I'll get to you soon enough my slave," He snickers, looking back towards me once more before he left, the lights turning off once again, leaving me in pitch black. I wanted to scream and shout, but I tried to calm myself. I scoot back to the corner I had sat in earlier, squeezing my legs tight to my chest, "I won't give into your charades Xanthe," I whispered to myself, growling into the darkness, as I close my eyes, trying to fall back asleep so the time would pass.
I awoke once again to the pain in my back, and the rumble in my gut, I had probably only slept for an hour, but it had felt like days. I ran my hand through the thick darkness engulfing the room. Man was I bored…I laid onto my stomach on the cold ground, sighing loudly.
I began to hum, just to stir the quiet in the room and soften the dense air. I ran my fingers down my back, feeling the bumps, scabs, and dried blood. I cringe at the pain as I run my fingers over one of my reopened cuts. They were going to scar badly, there was no doubt about it. I wonder what Xanthe's doing? What if he's watching me? Well I hope he enjoys how boring I am right now. What about Capris? I wonder how much her hurt her?
I tap my fingers on the floor, biting into my bottom lip. I should really stop worrying about her; she can take care of herself, can't she? Then I heard a loud sound, and then stomp like footsteps, He's back already, How long has it been?
The door opens slowly, and Xanthe's eyes and teeth glow in the darkness, the lights turned on moments after and I cover my eyes with my hands. "You're back already." I whisper. He did not respond, but his footsteps were getting closer to me. He took my hands from my eyes and pulled them to my sides, staring straight into my eyes. What is he doing?
"I KNOW WHAT YOU FEAR MY DEAR?"
"And what is that!" I asked bravely.
"Let me show you Remisa," He smiled, and his eyes slanted sadistically, and then it hit me, a wave of fear as his voice invaded my mind, and a painful ringing resounded inside. I let out a cry, but he did not let up on using his Chuckle-voodoos. Images of my dying lusus, my hive burning, my friends deaths, the blood pooling around me, those I had killed mercilessly, the torture, everything flashed through my mind. My eyes began to water and I let out another silent cry. More images went through my head, Capris being attacked and losing her horns and her sanity, my nightmares, my own death. All my fears compiling into one, and soon I couldn't take it any longer, I squeezed my eyes shut, screaming at the top of my lungs, I thrashed my arms about, pushing him away from me. However, he kept invading my mind and memories deeper and deeper.
This was Hell.
