HI! i had writers block and a ton of homework for the past two weeks. Don't hate me! Read the A/N at the bottom for more details. Here's chapter 20! Enjoy.

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P.s. next chapter will be long. :)

Chapter Twenty

(Celeste's POV)

I was in a void, black in color and in touch. I felt like I was pulp- there but unwanted. Total and complete emptiness engulfed my insides. I could't feel anymore. Her strikes at my arms and legs were a small pinch at my side. Her knife was covered in blood, and I knew it was mine. Who's else could it be? I was not shaking or groveling in the corner of my cage anymore. I was lying on the floor of it, barely conscious or moving. I thought that this was a good sign. I used to writhe in pain every time they tortured me, but now the pain was lifted. It was like I had become immune to Commander Bellamont's blood lust and the tearing of my skin as she dug her blades in at random spots on my body. She had gone too far this time, though. She had caused me so much pain that my sensory nerves couldn't feel anymore. I would die at any second. No one bothered to help me sit up as she finished her daily routine. When it was over, everyone left.

They were monsters. They showed no mercy towards me as I was slowly dying every day. They wanted information, but I had none to give. They wanted the royal family to feel guilty about letting me die in their hands, but they didn't understand how strict and cruel the King was. No one would come for me, not if they felt they were at risk of losing another girl. Surprisingly, I was okay with that decision now. I could handle whatever came my way, because I knew I deserved everything the rebels did to me. I was a very rude, spoiled, and frugal girl at the palace, and because of that, I was going get punished. In my religion, we called that karma- and it was a bitch.

In one or two beatings, they had taken away my fight to live. I knew that I would die after one of the 'sessions', and finally, my time was here. I knew that today was the last time the rebels would get to put their hands and weapons on me. They would not be able to torture me any longer. I would be free of their punishments; I would be free of the sadistic commander.

Some rebels came in with a first-aid kit after a while. They all tried so hard to make me last longer, to get more and more information from me, but I made sure never to speak. I held my mouth closed and said nothing. They put peroxide on my cuts and alcohol on my wounds, thinking it would help me recover, but it only made things worse. I lost a lot of strength from the sizzling at my sides. I had dots in my eyes, and every drop of disinfectant poured on to my skin made the room around me spin. Finally, I couldn't take the agony anymore, and everything fell away.

My last thoughts were of freedom. I knew that my last breath would sound any moment, and I was overjoyed.

I can finally have peace...

I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry guys! i completely went brain-dead on this story for the past week and a half. I was thinking of what I was going to do, but I never wrote anything good down. I tried making plot pyramids, and graphic organizers, and nada. NO words came forth from my brain. Maybe my other story is easier to write? I don't know. All I can say is that I am so so so so sorry that this took so long, and that I will try harder to think of things to write. I will make sure to get another chapter in this weekend, and please- don't think that I am finished with this story, because I am not. I made a promise to write this until May 6th, and I will keep that oath. Please review, PM, follow, and favorite. If you want anything to happen, please PM me what you think would be good. I always forget to add that I love constructive criticism and suggestions, so don't hesitate to talk to me about my story/ies. Sorry again!

Thanks,

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