AHHHHH! This chapter sounds really bad, considering the chapter title. Don't worry, it's not that bad.

Chapter 6: Torture Forever

POV Ember

I woke up with a jolt. I looked down and screamed. I was above a pit. My screaming caused movement to my left. I craned my neck, trying to see. To my surprise and relief, Jaelyn and Faybelle were hanging there beside me, already awake. The relief was washed away by a wave of panic. "What-where-how-" I started to speak. But Jaelyn shushed me. "What were you thinking? You shouldn't have co-" a door opened, interrupting Jaelyn's rant. "So, the little brats have decided to talk, have they?" Said a raspy voice. We looked over. A blacked cloak figure was walking into the room. "You never said we couldn't," Jaelyn said defiantly. "Yeah," Faybelle agreed. "Let us go!" The black cloaked figure laughed softly. "Not a chance. Any other stupid questions?"

We stayed silent. He laughed again. Then he jumped up and grabbed my chain. That must have taken some VERY hard core channeling. "Now where's Sophie?" He said, his breath stinking in my face. I glared at him. "I don't know Sophie personally." He glanced at my friends. "That's what these brats said too. Don't you guys know we have better ways of getting information? We're not amateurs."

Faybelle scowled. "One: We are not brats. Two: Yes you are." "You dare-" the Neverseen figure started. He stopped and grabbed her chain. "You're first." He growled. "NO!" Jaelyn and I both screamed. "Please,-" He snapped his fingers. A fog wrapped around me. I blacked out.

POV Faybelle

I don't know how he got me down. The fog made me blind, and I was to busy coughing to hear any noises. Before I knew it, I was on the ground. He grabbed my arm with his rough hand, and dragged me out the black door. We walked down a blue hallway into a black room. There was an arch with a pair of handcuffs hanging from it. There was a small man made pond under the arch, but the liquid in it did not look like water. He hooked me up to the handcuffs, leaving me dangling (again) by my hands. Then it hit me.

This was torture.

He was going to try and get the answer out of me. Well, he wouldn't get it. He would kill me before I spilled.

He finally spoke. " Since you won't give up that easily, we won't be starting small. We will be starting torture." He held up a bottle of Quintessence. "Ooooh, light, scary." I taunted him. What could a little light do?

I found out in a few seconds. He poured the light on my arm, and I thought I had died. I thoughti I knew pain.

I didn't.

The liquid burned. It burned hotter than fire. Then it cooled, and froze. Pain ripped through my muscles even though I hadn't moved. It was killing me in phases. The next part might have been the worst. It felt like an angry imp was tearing off my skin. Then came the voices. People were screaming all around me, telling me about random things like tea parties and rubber duckies. Then, the pain stopped.

The Neverseen agent grunted. I didn't speak. I didn't say a thing. He poured more on me again and again. I still wouldn't talk. Finally, he unhooked me and picked me up by my ankle, carrying me to an empty room. He threw me to the ground. He started to walk out, but I had the energy to do one last thing. Silently, I reached forward and stuck my hand in his pocket. I groped around, trying to find something useful. My hand hit something round and smooth. I pulled it out. Then I collapsed on the floor, egguahsted from the effort. He left, and I glanced at what I was holding. It was a spyball.

There was only one person I wanted to see right now.

"Evangeline." I whispered, pleading for her to be okay. A scene popped up. She was totally fine. She was walking hand in hand with a boy. Smiling, laughing, probably dreaming of their marriage. I almost laughed. Next I whispered, "Sophie and Fitz Vacker." Another scene popped up. They were both on the couch, looking tired and weary. They were looking through a pile of papers. A wave of sadness crushed me. My family was looking for me and Ember, trying to stay alive and happy. I missed them. "I love you," I whispered to the image. Then I tucked the spyball in my jacket, and fell asleep.

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