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Kahlan opened her eyes and groaned in pain. She felt dizzy. Where was she? Her whole body was aching. Her arms were tied above her head to the ceiling, high enough to prevent her toes from touching the floor. Her ankles were tied together as well. She was in the middle of a round room and even if her vision was blurry she could see the lights of some candles and the walls made of stone. Then it all came back to her. They had taken her daughter. Her body jerked in a futile attempt to escape but it was in vain. Two days after Richard had left the Palace with Zedd to calm the riots, they were attacked by hundreds of people. The riots were just a trick to separate the Mother Confessor from the Lord Rahl. She and Cara had fought along with the Palace's guards, but there were too many attackers. She had released her powers but the man died quickly, submerged by their opponents. She knew Tim fought along their side, but didn't know what happened to him. She remembered someone slamming a rock against her head and everything going black.
Then she remembered Cassie being thrown here with her. She struggled once more to set herself free as tears fell on her cheeks. She tried to look around the room but the little girl was nowhere to be found. Her chest constricted and her lungs felt suddenly too small. Her breathing accelerated and she thought she would pass out from the lack of oxygen.
The door opened to reveal a tall man. He came to stand in front of her, from what she could see, he was dirty, his hair was grassy, he was sweaty and he missed some teeth… She felt she was about to gag.
"Wher m daughter?" She tried to speak before a sharp of pain hit her broken jaw.
The man in front of her laughed and said: "Next to a Quillon."
Kahlan closed her eyes and let more tears fall on her face. Having your powers ripped away from you by a Quillon was very enduring… it could leave you forceless and… lifeless.
"She… die." She mumbled.
"Who cares?! She's a confessor! If she's lucky, she'll live to be normal if not, well, let's just say there will be one less monster in the Midlands." The man replied with a smile and what seemed like pride.
Kahlan fought against her restrains making the man laugh in return. She tried to summon her powers and the Con'Dar but she couldn't feel them anymore, that's when she realized that she was wearing a Rada'Han.
The man got closed to her and slowly ran his fingers from her cheeks to her hips.
"We are going to make you suffer as you did us… Then we will kill you." He said licking his lips. She struggled against his touch, the only parts of her body being covered were the feminine ones, she had a cloth around her breasts and one around her hips. The man flattened his palm on her stomach making her nausea grow even stronger. She closed her eyes tightly as her breathing accelerated again, maybe her heart would stop at some point.
"Don't be scared now, you have no idea of what's to come." He whispered in her ear before leaving her alone.
She let her chin fall on her chest and saw the multiples cuts on her body, from her stomach to her legs. Blood was slowly running along her skin and down her toes before finally pooling at her feet.
She realized that knew where she was… a Mord'Sith temple. Of course there was no Mord'Sith left as Richard called them back to the People Palace. Richard… She needed him so much. She needed him to save their daughter, their baby.
Time passed as she was left hanging from the ceiling, thinking about her daughter who was probably scared, without anyone she knew, someone to care about her. She kept crying silently until the door opened again. It was that man again.
"Daughter." She mumbled through the pain.
"She's dead." The man told her.
"No…" Kahlan shook her head.
"As I said, one less evil in this world." He said with a smile. "Now, it's time you and I have some fun." He added, taking a knife that was hidden in his back under his shirt.
She stared at him blankly as tears rolled down her face. He caressed the blade over her stomach and she didn't move. She couldn't believe it, it couldn't be true, her baby couldn't be dead. She felt so empty and alone.
"You used to be more aggressive Mother Confessor." He snorted. She didn't care what he would do to her, not anymore. Her daughter was gone and she had no reason to go on with her life. She closed her eyes and thought about her daughter. She remembered when Richard told her about his time with Denna, how he had blocked the pain thinking about her. Then her mind drifted to him, his smile. She found herself in her room in the Confessor Palace, lying on her stomach, naked in bed. It was the morning after they made love for the first time. She had been so scared of being disappointing to him, but he had taken all her fears away.
"You're mine." The filthy voice of the man in front of her brought her to reality.
"I'm going to have fun with you and then I'll kill you." He whispered in her ear before licking her cheek. She could feel his arousal pushing against her leg. She forced her mind to go back to Richard and her daughter. This time she was in the lake of the Confessor Palace. She was swimming alone before he entered the water with Cassie in his arms. He splashed water at her and the little girl imitated him, making all of them laugh in unison. Closing the distance between them, she kissed her daughter on the cheek before kissing him too. Cassie put her hand on her mother cheek and she broke the kiss. They both smiled down at their daughter and Richard held both of his girls tightly in his arms.
A loud crack in her left shoulder made her opened her eyes, she was being lowered to the floor. Her shoulder had been dislocated by the weight of her body as she was suspended to the ceiling. Her hands were still tied together, she didn't even tried to protect her head as it hardly hit the floor.
"It would be funnier if you would just fight back." He told her.
She had no intention of doing so. She was lost, she couldn't get herself to fight back. Her baby girl was gone. It was all over, her life was over. Cassie had been the only reason she didn't let herself starve when she was pregnant, the only reason she went through giving birth, the only reason she didn't die of sadness and loneliness when Richard left two years ago. Now her only reason for living was gone, there was no point fighting. She couldn't survive the loss of her daughter, she just wouldn't.
"We didn't hurt her, your little Confessor, she died peacefully." He said trying to provoke a reaction as she lied on the floor emotionless, staring blankly at the ceiling, the flow of her tears uninterrupted.
"Although, I would have enjoyed breaking few of her bones." He continued. "But it wasn't her fault, you are the one who cursed her with your powers." He said while cutting her cheek just deep enough to make her bleed.
"What kind of life did you expect for her? A life of fear and hatred? Isn't the mighty Mother Confessor supposed to protect people?" He asked as his blade cut lower on her neck.
"I knew you were selfish, but not to the point of making your own child endure the sorrow of being hated all her life." He finished his sentence and stopped his cut just above her breast.
He sighed and got up. "You are not funny Mother Confessor. Really, I'm disappointed in you."
"Kil… m.." She mumbled.
He laughed and said: "I bet many you've confessed begged for their lives too, right?"
"Want… see her." She said as she slowly and painfully pushed herself from the floor. She needed to see her baby one more time, to hold her and say goodbye.
"Her body is already buried." He replied.
He bent on one knee before her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her face close to his before saying: "I suggest you rest, because when I'll come back, I want you to be ready for our little game. I want you to fight and give me pleasure."
He pushed her roughly on the floor and left the room, leaving her alone with her tears.
She slowly crawled to the dirty wall and rested her back against it. Her whole body was throbbing in pain. She closed her eyes as she kept crying. She prayed to the Spirits for Richard to come rushing in to save her only she realized that she was beyond saving. She didn't want to be saved, she didn't deserve it. She was a monster, she had taken lives, too many lives. She failed to protect her daughter and now she was dead. Richard would never forgive her for allowing such thing. She should have fought harder, faster… She was weak and she had allowed her daughter to be taken away from her.
Her eyes fell closed, if Richard was looking for her, she hoped that she would be dead before he found her. What kind of life will she have after losing her daughter? A life of sorrow and shame, a life where Richard would hate her… Richard would have wanted her to fight, but that was before their daughter was killed because of her. He didn't even have enough time with her, he didn't get to know her. He didn't know what song or what story she liked before going to sleep.
She was freezing now and she was shaking, accentuating the pain in her body. She pressed her knees against her chest reopening the cuts on her tights. She smiled though, maybe the loss of blood will finally kill her. No, she knew that she'll lose consciousness first, she couldn't wait for her world to turn black. She knew what was in store for her, the man will come back and rape her, torture her before finally killing her. She didn't care, as long as the issue was death.
Time passed slowly as she listened to the noises outside. She heard screams that she thought could belong to Cara. She hadn't seen the Mord'Sith since the battle. She hoped her friend was alright. She thought hard to protect them.
The door opened once again and for a second, she hoped it would be Richard. She had so many things left to say to him. She loved him so very much, she wanted him to know it. She never stopped loving him.
She felt her body being lifted from the floor and pushed back in the middle of the room. She was once again being tied and left hanging to the ceiling.
"Well, Mother Confessor, are you going to participate to our little game or am I going to have to be more persuasive?" The man asked. He was back again. She stayed motionless as he attentively waited for her reaction, when he got none, he hit her in the stomach taking the air away from her lungs.
She fought to catch her breath and he untied her ankles before looking back at her and he told her: "I always wanted to spread the Mother Confessor's legs."
She coughed several times and it felt like someone was ripping her jaw from the rest of her head. She heard the man talking to her but she couldn't understand what he was saying. Even if she tried to concentrate, all she could hear was that he was yelling. She felt him hit her again, several times. She had more and more difficulties to regain control of her breathing. She closed her eyes as his fists stopped hitting her body. As she started a silent prayer to the Spirits to protect Richard, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach followed by the feeling of hot liquid running down her body. She deduced that he had stabbed her but refused to open her eyes. Many images flashed before her eyes like the first time she held her dagger to Richard's throat, the first time they kissed in the forest, the look in his eyes as they made love… She remembered the first time she held her daughter in her arms, her first smile, her first step… At some point the pain stopped, a small smile crossed her face as she knew she would be gone soon and reunited with her daughter in the afterlife.