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Paralyzing the body while keeping a victim conscious of every moment you torture them is similar to suffering a fate in the belly of Hell. Letting the victim feel every tear and rip of their bodies while keeping them immobile is one of the most gruesome punishments and it takes a special person to give it.
The victim will not only feel the pain but will watch as their limbs are torn from their bodies and see their insides litter the ground but they can't do shit about it except pray for a death that won't come and scream for mercy that won't be granted.
I've seen such things happen within the gates of Hell and I'm immensely grateful I'm only a guard, yet saddened that I can't do shit about it. Honestly though, most of the victims there are some of the worst and most despicable people in all the realms.
Humans and supernaturals know the difference between right and wrong, they know the consequences of their choices but fool themselves by saying,there is no hell, no afterlife.Well, good for you, just do me a favor and keep your cries down when you arrive.
I on the other hand am currently suffering a similar fate only my repentance, or lack thereof, is not what put me here.
Another lash opens on my back as Merelda circles me with a sneer on her face. She's a demented motherfucker who would be perfect as the bride of the devil. Honestly, the bitch is fucking crazy.
I receive twenty lashes before the invisible whip stops. My wounds begin to stitch back together and in an hour I'll be healed once more but my abilities are weakened within the cave's stones.
Merelda cackles and my eardrums cringe at the sound.
"I'd rather take more lashes than to hear your brittle fucking vocal chords. Can you shut the hell up?" I'm weak and in excruciating pain but I won't let it show. My hands are bound with simple rope and I'm certain I could easily break them but Merelda has my little sister as bait.
That thought has my Hellhound stirring inside me. I can feel my eyes glowing but Merelda smiles wickedly, "Ah, ah, wouldn't want Elsie to suffer for your lack of control, would you?"
She rubs her hands together like the wicked witch of the west. What a cliche.
"How the hell are you an Elder, you demented old hag? Do they not see your corruption or have you put them under a spell?"
If there's one thing Merelda loves, it's bragging and I'm hoping this broad will sing like a canary and give me something useful for when I'm free. I know my Black Bird is coming and she'll bring Hell with her.
"Even better, little dog. They're all dead!" She cackles again like she just told a delightful story.
"I had them killed ages ago, when they broke the curse on the Blood Crows. Those useless, ignorant leaders felt like showing mercy to the disgusting blood drinkers so I had to teach them a lesson in mercy... or lack of!" She giggles.
I want to rip my ears off. Better yet, I want to slash her throat until her gurgles are the only sounds to reach my tired ears.
Merelda weaves her fingers through the air and my bindings fall to the floor. I wish I could attack her but I will not risk Elsie.
"How did you bring Elsie back?" I ask her as she points to the chains hanging from the stone wall.
When I woke up I remembered the little girl who tried to warn me to run. When I asked Merelda about her and with glee she told me the kid was my sister. I tried attacking the bitch then and that's when she began to squeeze the power out of my sister. Elsie's screams of pain were enough to keep me from attacking Merelda again.
Soon though, I will make Merelda scream louder and hopefully break those horrendous chords.
"Such a stupid family my worthless son created. You all fell for love and it's weakness therefore you all were easy to fool. She never died. I kept her safe until her powers could be useful to me. Blame your cunt of a mother, she's the reason you all are so weak."
I laugh loudly, not with joy, and spit on the ground.
"You claim my mother made us weak but it's you who needs us. You use Elsie because she's more powerful than you. You brought me and my brothers topside because you can't kill the Crows. You are the weak one, Merelda." I laugh at the lunacy of it all.
My back tears open again as she uses her magic to cut at my skin in her anger but it doesn't stop my mocking laughter.
Once I'm close to the chains, Merelda uses her power to lock my wrists in the cuffs and stand before me with rage written in her deceivingly youthful features.
"I tasked you, Drug. Kill the Crows and be reborn."
Whatever the fuck that means. I don't care anymore, I'm sick of her fucking voice and my body is hurting so badly that I just want to pass out.
"I worry not, the Crows are coming with the Hounds in the rear. Your threats are for naught, your end is near."
I feel something in the corner of the darkened room with us. It feels familiar and comforting. I turn, looking into the darkness just as Merelda storms from the room, her black robe flowing behind her.
The feeling gets stronger and soon, I feel her. Ronny is watching me. She's here.
