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Chapter III: Blood
The first thing that came back to me was the fact that my blood was everywhere. I mean literally, everywhere. From the wound on my stomach it slowly seeped into the cold granite floor, bathing it in a crimson and almost scarlet hue, like a ribbon that slowly ran across the ground.
I tried to stretch my hand out, to stretch it out to actually FEEL something, anything…
But all I felt was numbness.
Leo licked my neck reassuringly; he was, sadly, my only comfort during these short respites of painless bliss; the only thing that kept my mind from shattering to millions of pieces and striking my head against the cold concrete walls of this nightmarish and hell of a prison.
"It'll all be over soon," the Dark Dragon's words echoed within my ears, as if a sinister purr of darkness.
The Shade Demons were a different sort, after constant gashes of my flesh seemed to appease their sick humor, I inhaled deeply and felt their shadows roaming across the room, in an attempt to drown me in even more madness.
With the Dark Dragon's very presence a difficult thing to fathom, his terrible torture upon my flesh something even more terrifying, the Shade Demon's touch an almost endless squeal and echo of madness, and Chang, his ever loyal loathsome servant, I was at the brink of death itself. Something that I wished upon myself so deeply that I sometimes cried for release.
The only thing that kept me sane, the only feeling that kept me alive as the hours, days and eventually weeks passed, was the thought that eventually, someone would save me, someone that Leo had complete trust and confidence in. Someone that even now, I could imagine were fighting their way through to get to my position. I was simply the bait in a trap, I had realized, as I noted that I was not the only human prisoner that the Dark Dragon had captured.
There were perhaps close to thirty or more of us, slowly being tortured into insanity. As I was dragged from my prison, the endless wails of despair that filled my ears were constantly within my heart, an echo of madness and an endless prison.
But slowly, I became accustomed to his sick torture, his sick and disgusting touch. My flesh yearned for release, but there was none. It begged for saving, but there was none. I slowly committed myself to it, accepting it in its entirety.
Still sprawled in a pool of my own blood, I blinked back tears that refused to come forth. The time had passed so long, I couldn't tell what day it was.
Hell, I couldn't even tell what week or month it was, I stopped keeping track when my blood began pooling the entire dungeon, so badly that Leo had to sleep curled a top my stomach or drown in it by accident as he slept. The cold feel of my blood ebbing out of me, the feel of my pulse, sending it out softly into the flow of the pool, send even more shivers down my spine.
The entire room stank of my blood, and my skin had actually become tainted in it.
I moaned as I attempted to push myself into a sitting position, but my body was too weak. I felt my arm spasm under the weight, and I collapsed once again. Leo huddled next to me, in an attempt to bring warmth back to my flesh.
"Keep holding on Sabrina," he purred softly, "don't let go of hope,"
I nodded numbly, ignoring the fact that I had already given up hope, I was simply waiting on my inevitable end, or the arrival of a savior. Who would have known that my savior would come soon enough, and that his existence and presence itself would save me from not only the Dark Dragon, but also from the clutches of madness itself…
