Steel Cage Torture
Arthur's acidic green eyes scanned his surroundings. The foreign tongued man in front of him cackled and Arthur shuddered.
"If you won't tell me who you are," Arthur began, "will you at least tell me where I am?"
The man's deranged laughter echoed and his twisted smirk grew larger.
"You are the Castle of the Dark Woods. You shall not leave this building - this is your punishment. You have violated the laws of the Dark Woods, and because of that you have been sentanced to life imprisonment."
Arthur lifted a weak hand to his aching forehead and stammered a few words of confusion and disbelief.
The wavy-haired man chuckled and reached a gloved hand into one of his cape's pockets.
"Silence!" He spat, the ghost of a smirk still gracing his face.
Suddenly, the man pulled a small but sharp dagger out of his pocket. Arthur squeaked in fear and shuffled to his feet. His ankles, however seared with pain and he found himself unable to support his own weight. He fell backwards whilst trying to shield his face with his arms. The blade-wielding man fell into fits of chuckles and cackles. He quickly stepped forwards and slashed the other man with all of the speed and the accuracy of an experianced swordsman. Arthur screamed; his lungs felt as if they were being squeezed and deprived of oxygen and his throat ached. His head pounded furiously, a constant thump maintained itself inside of his skull and his torso brought him agony with each new gash the sadistic brute inflicted upon him.
His shouts and shrieks died down as the other's assualt slowed. He found himself unable to stop the hot, angry tears that streaked down his cheeks. They removed some of the grime and filth that clung to him. He found himself laying on the cold flooring of the room; it scratched his back every time he moved. He turned his head to the right and found himself staring at his own blood - it seeped out of his body and stuck to the floor.
"If you are to be imprisoned here for life," Arthur's attacker began, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt if we were to acquaintance ourselves with one another. Although, I already know everything about you."
Arthur's sharp eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed.
"My name if Francis Bonnefoy, and I am the ruling King of the Dark Woods. I claimed the title of King after murdering the old Queen. Her name was Meiko." A fond smile washed over his face and his cold eyes softened. "She truely was an amaxing Queen, but alas, it was not meant to be."
Arthur's heavy, laboured breathing slowed slightly. His body ached and the pain was unbearable - he still refused to let go of what dignity he had left.
"The ruler of the Dark Woods, however, is never completely in control. The people of the Dark Woods are rebelling and have been doing so for the last century. This castle is not only the residence of the ruler of the Dark Woods, but it is also used as a prison. You, as a member of the Dark Wood's public, grew too strong and out of fear, we, the Dark Wood's ruling government, have decided to imprison you here. To stop you from being a threat."
Francis dug the steel heel of his heavy boot into Arthur's side and the man cried out in pain once more.
"Don't worry. You're not the only prisoner here. So relax."
The King pulled the heel out of Arthur's bloodied side before swinging his foot into the man's stomach. Arthur let out a shrill yell and coughed up more blood.
"Enjoy the stay, princess."
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