My blackened soul
Crack
Crack
I could hear the torturer practicing with the whip as I was lead down a dimly lit hallway. The walls were shadowed out by torches blazing with the fire lit by servants. My feet walked upon soil stained with the tears of people who were led to the torment like I. Two guards held me by my arms roughly, while master walked behind staring at my back.
I was lead into the cold room and stripped of my tarried robes. Cold chains were wrapped around my wrist making me kneel. I shivered at the touch of the medal against my fragile flesh.
"You shall be taught not to spit little one" Master said while cupping my chin.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at my side and I screamed. Flesh was stripped away as liquid spilled from the ripped flesh. The whip struck over and over again and my screams could not be stopped as they echoed off the walls only to be joined by others.
Soon the whipping ceased and I knelt there sobbing and gripping the dirt. My hair was jerked back and a silver blade was nestled against my breast.
"People will know who you belong to little one" His cold voice was dripping with hate and disdain.
The tip was ground deep into the flesh of my breast and slowly the name of my master was slowly carved. The skin tore easily and blood once more spilled onto my stomach. I screamed each time the coldness met my skin. The guards laughed and mocked me and took turns raping me until my spirit was broken. The entire time I turned my face to watch the shadows from the fires mock me
Two days later
A young girl was led by a man with a collar gracing her neck in humiliating submission. Her head was bowed in obedience and eyes downcast, daring not to leave his feet. Her kimono was blue and encrusted with silken pink ribbons. Sapphire bird danced across her chest beautifully, while an obi was tied around her waist crushing her. Her eyes were outlined gently in blue henna. The face was perfectly painted white contrasting with her redden lips
She was beautiful with jade hair tied with braids and adorned with beads and roses. Her smell was filled with honey and sugar making even the demons turn their heads. Her eyes were green and very pretty.
But, no one looked into her eyes; her heart and soul was battered.
But, on the outside she only pretended. She was beautiful for a slave and maybe that's why master chose her.