Chapter 23
I slowly turned the knob of my door stepping out into the hall the horrible churning feeling of disgust mixed with nausea in my body. I had waked up to a letter on my table indicating that Ceil had left the mansion for a while. It also seemed that I shouldn't mention it to my master who, as explained by Ceil, was aware of his departure yet needed not to be reminded of the lack of his presence.
I merely side-tracked the thought of him leaving, hard to say though since I had multiple questions that flooded my mind. Why would he leave, what happened and did it have something to deal with what I saw in the room?
I decided to leave the matter as it was yet the instincts of myself as a human, worse a woman kept me on edge as to wondering where he had went and if he was ok. If my master had known he left wouldn't he have stopped him? But yet again, that was hard to imagine. Why would he stop him? The relationship between them was so hard to read. Were they friends, were they enemy. I have secretly had my suspicions of them. The story I know blends perfectly with what I see, except I have a hard time believing that Sebastian would torture him, yet, I don't know what takes place behind closed doors. Does he go into his room and hit him, does he torture him too. Demon or not, Ceil was still a child to me.
I leaned against the wall giving in to dizziness as the memories clouded my mind making me feel like I would vomit. I wanted to suspend those thoughts like I had always done before, but for some reason they were strong on staying in and lingering in my mind. I need to clear my head, I needed to get this out my-
The door of my master's room opened and closed upstairs.
I was already in the kitchen on my way to get a glass of water. Although he was three floors above me the mansion was very quiet and so the sound of his door echoed through the house even though he never slammed it.
"Sanelle"
I turned around.
Of course. Humans don't descend steps that quickly, demons do….Sebastian Michealis does. So does Ceil but I never really gave it thought. I miss him already. But then again they were demons and possessed weird attributes that were of course, inhuman. Many of them I knew they had but only few had I been aware of. The speed. I've never witnessed it before a flash I suppose but I haven't seen it, but as proof, I do remembered being over 10 miles away from home and arrive in 5 seconds. Another thing was their eyes. My eyes were already as weird as they were, blue eyes were odd in my time and so blue-eyed females were oddly admired, and then again, blue-eyed women had normal blue eyes. Not ocean blue like mines that reflected me weirdly. It blazed blood blue when I was upset, smooth ocean blue most of the time, hot flicker blue when I was with my master which was of course because of what we do half the time, oh yes ,what we do most of the time~, and smoky blue the rest of the time. Other than blue there were other normal colors. Brown, green even hazel but red-oh no. No red. My master's eyes were the darkest soulless red there was and at times they changed too.
"Is something wrong" He said looking at me approaching me keeping eye contact as he stopped mid way. He was in a loose deep V shirt and his plain long cotton trousers. His robe was around him and his hair a bit tousled. He carried a cup of half drunk coffee with him not to mention his lips were plum pink a shade of red lingering on the bottom one his eyes steadied and in thought. Even for a morning get-up, he was still my first class sex-on-legs.
"I don't feel so well" I said feeling sweaty and nauseous. Your overwhelming beauty only healed me for 5 second Mr. Michealis.
"Have you drank a cup of water" He said looking concerned
I shook my head. You see, what happened was…I was actually coming for a glass myself when you appeared with all your godly beauty and interrupted my zombie troll down to the kitchen. I remained silent as I watched him moved to get me a glass of water and when he placed it before me I took it up and drank it
"Better?" he asked
I nodded. Except as a zombie I rather brains, but via water….it works as well
The times that passed by since I moved from out of my cellar made me feel too….human. Maybe that was why I as having these flashbacks now. Automatically my feet made their way through the house which was strange since I felt like I wasn't controlling them. I could hear my master's steps behind me.
Where is she going?
I continued. My mind wandering aimlessly as I went further deep into the mansion I had not yet grown fully accustomed to. I was lost in thoughts until I came to finding myself descending a staircase that went around and around, brick walls on both sides' torches high above my head, it was beginning to come familiar until my feet went further and came to a halt.
My cell.
I came…to my cell….
I turned the creaky lock since the door could only open from the outside and pulled the sliding cell grill aside stepping into the room. I could easily point out small webs and the sheet looked a bit unchanged not to mention the shut in smell that the room had. How long has it been?
Was it…
2 months?
I felt my master's presence behind me as he moved around going to switch on the light the room glimmering in the small golden light that only gave a bit of illumination to the darkened objects lying around the place along with the furnitures
"Should I return later?"
I nodded.
"Are you implying that I torture you too" He said
I heard the slight thrill of excitement and disbelieve in his voice as I turned to him and nodded once more. I felt like I was crawling back into my shell. The one I loved, the one I grew accustomed to.
It was called
Silence.
I heard him leave the room and I sat on my bed nostalgia curling inside me as I looked around the room. In the very room I reflected on my memories, made memories and had memories. Now I was living a memory…one I would look back on very soon.
I closed my eyes and tried relaxing a bit. I didn't know much about relieving stress but I knew sometimes trying to meditate was a good way to get yourself calmed and ok. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the silence of the room running through my mind.
How long will you run?
Stop pretending you don't hear me….
Don't ignore us!
The vase fell on the floor and I held my head as I leaned against the wall for support. What was that! I'm hearing voices. No it sounded like they were right here. No….I'm going crazy. I rose off the wall and steadied my stance.
My eyes widened and I began panting like crazy.
I moved to the chair slipping into it resting my hand on the table looking into the far corner of the room filled with darkness. I need to relax. I need to breathe. I wake up and suddenly there are voices in my head, I'm having flashbacks and I can't concentrate. I felt like I wanted to vomit I was sick of this nauseous feeling.
The images were the worse. The voices were terrifying; the concentrating was displeasing but the flashbacks, those images. It made me nauseous and dizzy. It made my stomach churn in disgust. It made me want to scream.
Blood everywhere, in the room-
No
All over my body soaking through my clothes dampening on my skin
Stop
The adrenaline of death, the lingering scent of betrayal and madness
Please stop
The power, the salvation, the redemption.
"Sanelle"
I jumped
I turned to see my master standing a few feet away from me in the room looking at me with a lit candle in his hand in a saucer his gloves already on his hand as he looked at me a bit surprised. I hadn't even heard the cell gate open. I never heard him at all. What's going on
"Master"
"You look rather pale; you're not scared of me or something?" he said looking a bit worried
I shook my head
"Something in the room?" He asked looking around
"No I guess it's the dim light on my skin, I'm fine" I said rising out the chair making my way to the torture room. It was silent as I made my way there entering the room I had missed for so long. I ran my arm over the leather rack and over the rods. I missed these days. The sound of the rack moaning and the sound of the whip screaming as the rack pulled me and the whip kissed my skin leaving its best regards on me in either red or blue.
I watched my master pull out the rack and I took the go ahead of lying on it without his instructions.
"We're not going to use it but I need you to lie down"
I nodded
I felt him strap me down and I remained quiet as I watched him go for the candle.
He looked at me smiling before tilting it allowing the wax to fall on my skin burning it as I winced at the pain.
"Sanelle I'm going to try something different with you" He said
"O-Ok"
I felt him pour it at my navel, then on one of my ribs, then below my pelvic and then I felt him drip it more places on my torso.
He finished eventually resting it on the nearby table. I was sweating sweat streaking down my face. I realized that his gloves weren't the leather ones but in fact, they were plastic. I watched as he moved to the table picking up something that was too shiny that it glistened in my eyesight. I then felt 'it' press against my skin
'it'….was a knife.
I felt it go beneath my skin then very slowly went across my torso in a semi circular shape. I bit my lip, and unable to contain it, screamed out loudly as I had never been cut like this before in my life and never once had Master spilled my blood but now I felt the warm liquid surge out my body and poured down my sides. I felt his hand enter me. It felt weird, nasty twisted. He was touching my organs.
"What do we have here?~"
I looked away feeling blood run out my mouth as I coughed it up turning my head to the side preventing myself from dying by choking or rather drowning in my blood.
His hand wandered inside me, squeezing, pulling digging at my organs and vessels.
"Ahh~his should be the intestines"
I felt him pull and what could have been a gallon of blood came rushing out my mouth.
After my intestine were my lungs, then my pancreas and then my stomach.
He touched everywhere, played with everywhere, removed a couple vital things in my body, for example one of my lungs was crushed on the ground and my liver went with it too.
I felt dizzy, once I was seeing the ceiling now my eyes were literally rolling over as I lost consciousness
Maybe coming down here for torture wasn't so bad after all.