The Shadows from Beyond

11 ~ Scared

My world has become nothing but pain.

The vampire, demon, and warlock who brought me here are torturing me daily in ways that do not bear repeating. They are sick, evil creatures, who take some kind of awful glee from my suffering.

I now lay on my back. Chained to the nearest wall, I feel my whole body shaking with pain and fear. I can't remember what it felt like to not be afraid. Because now. I am suffering - so much. And there is nothing that I can do to stop it.

They're going to kill me. I know it. But I haven't stopped fighting yet, I honestly don't know why. Every time they come in here, when they remember my existence, they start doing horrific things to me.

They started by shaving off all my long, white hair. Then, they beat me. Brought me to the brink of death, then back again for more. They have no mercy, no remorse. They just act. Hurting me over and over again, and never once relenting.

I am a broken doll, and they are the cruel person who is tearing me apart. Piece by fucking piece, until I am nothing but a shaking, screaming mass on the floor.

And they relish in my pain. They enjoy hurting me like this, as if I matter naught. As if I do not deserve to live.

And I guess, to them, I don't. I'm not one of them. I am a human.

I just wish that Aggie had warned me before she died, before my life was changed forever. I wish that Annika and Scarth and Darius and Torin were here. That they could help me, get me out of here. But they aren't here. Because I am alone now.

Nothing can stop them from killing me. Nothing will stop them.

But maybe I am already dead, and this is hell. Maybe I should just be grateful that it isn't worse. But how can I be grateful in any way, when I am in agony?

The door to my tomb is thrust open. In comes Magnus. A sick look plasters his nasty face. And as he walks up, he flicks his wrist, and a knife forms out of the aether.

He stands over my bed, a truly terrible look on his face as he assesses me. "Oh, pretty little thing. How far you've fallen. How much you have drifted from your high horse, thinking you and your fellow men are above us." He scoffs and kneels down, knife at my throat. "Tell me, little girl. Do you feel like you're invincible now?"