Knights on a winged horse
chapter 4 - escape
Author's note: I'm really sorry that I don't have a regular update schedule! Unfortunately for me, my life doesn't run on a schedule so I can only do things like typing and updating every so often. Good news though! My first term has ended so I will have almost two week of holidays!
Disclaimer: I own no FairyTail!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip, three days.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have been trapped in this hell hole for over three days now. My captor/torturer comes in about three times a day, sometimes four, and has his fun with me. Sometimes he'll do it on the bed or the table. Quite a few times he has chained me to the wall and done it there. But the worst by far is when he gets my whip and flogs me till long after I black out. 'I need a plan, a way out,' I think to myself. 'I don't think my body will be able to stand it much longer, I can feel by body getting weaker, even if I do find a way out, I wont have enough energy to achieve my freedom.'
I look up as the hole in the wall once again opens, revealing Sting smirking down at me. These past days of torture have left me broken and without my will to fight. I curl myself into a ball, trying to make myself as small as possible, not an easy thing to do when your wrists are tied up above your head. I whimper as he comes closer, attaching cuffs to my ankles and removing the chain connected to the cuffs on my wrists. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder before taking my over to a bloodied wall, my blood, and attaching each of my wrists out on either side of me, leaving me to hang, my body shaped in a cross. Sting starts cackling as he places a cold, hard metal band around my neck, shutting it tight with a padlock. He steps away, retrieving my whip from the chair before coming and standing in front of me.
"Like your new necklace Blondie? I thought you might want to feel pretty while I played with you today."
He looked at me, sneering, as he lifted the whip high, then whipping it down, cracking the hard leather across my stomach. My face contorts with pain as I feel the sting of the whip cutting through my stomach. The whip continues to crack, tearing the skin all over my body. My mind turns to FairyTail and my friends and team, then to the promise I made to myself, I will get stronger!
TING!
My eyes snap open at the sound before realising that it's my whip cracking against the shackles around my right wrist. I turn my head and realise that the whip had left a cut that went halfway through. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, it was crazy sure but it was my only hope. I turned my focus back to Sting, who seemingly had dent noticed the changes in my binds. He raised the whip high once again, this time aiming for my other arm. As the tip came down, at the last minute I moved my arm in slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice and the leather once again stuck the harsh metal.
TING!
Surprisingly, the disruptance didn't faze him and he kept binging the whip back down on me, to preoccupied with the sight of my blood dripping from numerous cuts along my chest and stomach down my legs. His actions following his eyes, he started to attack my legs and ankles, I managed to get him to strike both my ankles and soon they were free. I manoeuvred my legs so that it wasn't obvious before waiting for the right moment. It came soon when he reached high above his head, exposing his toned stomach and chest. Within an instant I had my legs free and had gathered as much strength as I could before kicking him just over his diaphragm, causing him to stagger back at the unexpected force.
"Don't get cocky Blondie!"
As I had hoped, in his rage he lashed out with a powerful horizontal stroke, aimed for my forehead.
TING! WHOOSH! TING!
I had ducked my head at just the right moment and he had cut through both my wrist shackles, fully releasing me. I dropped to the floor, landing in an awkward crouch. My blood coursing with adrenaline, I leapt forward at the stunned Sting, grabbing my whip and pulling it out of his hands. Now armed, I faced him with a snarl. Before he had a chance to react, I lashed my whip out at him, wrapping it around his body, trapping his arms and legs to his side. With every ounce of strength I could gather, I hit him with a massive Lucy Kick, and judging by the crater in the wall, at least 10 times as powerful as my usual ones. In the centre of the crater was a very stunned and unconscious Sting. I thanked my lucky stars that I had managed to knock him out before he had a chance to retaliate, certain that I wouldn't be alive right now if he had. Quickly, I went over to the chair in the corner, grabbed the blanket folded there and wrapping it around me. I attached my keys to my belt, and buckled it around my hips, reassured with them by my side. I went over to Sting and carefully removed my whip, also connecting it to my belt. I knew I didn't have long before he woke up and raised the alarm so as fast as I could, I quietly made my way out of the opening in the wall.