Chapter 14: Reliving the pain...
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT BUT GUESS WHAT... I HAVE FEET! TAKE THAT ANGRY PIXIES!
Zafarina hasn't said a word to me ever since I got here, she just hangs her head and breathes deeply. You would mistake her for dead if it weren't for her breathing or the fact she was a vampire and couldn't die that easily. I've tried talking to her but all I got was grunts, the daily torturing must have gotten to her worse than I thought. I've been her only three days and I was finding the will to live slowly turning tideous, the only thing keeping me through was thought of being rescued. From what I heard, they were only using me as bait and if they couldn't lure them back they would 'dispose' of me. Death seems like bliss at this point.
Jane doesn't enjoy this torture though, she seems reluctant to. Aro seems perfectly content in throwing me around like a ragdoll, starving me of any form of strenght. Vampires get weak when they don't have blood, our strenght, speed and powers are dulled by the fact our body isn't able to cope with the lack of nutrients. God even thinking about Aro makes me want to bite something! I tried ripping the metal that restrained me, only managing a weak tug. I groaned with frustration, feeling totally helpless. Imagining being stripped of everything you can use to defend yourselve and then thrown into a brutal fight, letting everyone kick you about as you know you could have kicked back.
"There is no point Cullen." A dark skinned vampire said, unlocking the cell. I growled, not ready for another torturing just yet. I struggled as he unchained me and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me to the throne room. I stopped struggling, deciding not waste my precious strenght. We travelled in the dingy elevator for a few minutes, arriving on the second floor. He knocked politely on the huge oak door which lead to the lavish throne room, opening it at the approval of Aro. My captor walked in and set me down in a chair, chaining my hand to the arm rests. Why do they keep this damn medieval junk!? Aro smiled at me, a slight glare in his eyes. Caius smiled sickly, I guess someone needs to enjoy my face distorted in pain.
"You know Aro, this torture is getting kinda of boring. Why don't you just kill me already, make your and my life easy." I sneered. He appeared in front of me, slapping me across the face. "Or you could slap me..." I turned my head to glare at him.
"Enough of your frivelous jibber jabber, now tell me are you gonna talk?" He asked. I smirked up at him, giving him the finger.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked sarcastically. Before I knew what was happening, I was screaming in pain; thrashing around furiously. I tried to calm my head down, but my I started to feel lightheaded. My mind became foggy and I felt like I was spinning. My head lolled back and I started to twitch, feeling the fire burn me severly. I heard Aro mumur something and I felt the pain start to slowly ebb away, that was over quickly. Someone unchained me as I regained control over my head, suddenly someone picked me up and threw me against the wall. I groaned in pain, sinking into a fetal position as fresh waves of pain cascaded over me. I felt a crushing pain, feeling a heel in my stomach. I keeled over, coughing out venom. A hand grabbed my head and smashed it on the cold stone floor, then hoisting me in the air only to thrown me down again. I curled up and whimpered, fighting to stay away from the clouds in my head. I felt someone grab me by my hair and bite my neck, sending there poison into my long vacant veins. It felt like nothing compared to what I've been through, yet I still whimpered from the faint sting it brought.
I only knew it was over when someone started to carry my limp body out of the throne room, returning me to my welcomed cell. They chained me up tight, causing me to yell out as the searing burn across my wrist made itself present. I tried to hold myself to stop the pain, only to give up and let the burn to cook my hands.
"Are you alright young one?" Zafarina asked, abadoning her oath of silence. I didn't have the strenght to speak anymore, words couldn't describe the pain I was in. " I heard what was happening, that shouldn't have happened to you."
" Like I said, this isn't the first time I've taken a beating." I whispered darkly, wincing with he effort to talk.
" You are a lot like me. When I was a human my friends Karachi and Senna would always protect me from the bigger boys in the tribe, yet they always managed to hurt me. You need to let go of the pain, it only holds you back Chloe." Zafarina adviced.
"I have let go. Look no offence but I have been in enough fights to know when to stand my ground. Right now I'm too weak to even think about defending myself, sometimes taking the punches as they're thrown is the only quick way out." I said quietly. Zafarina chuckled.
"Yes you are a lot like me." She giggled.
I just couldn't help but crack a smile.