Betrayed By Fate

Chapter 51 | Pain

Okay, you might not like what is in this chapter.
So ⚠️warning ⚠️ahead, a lot of blood and sickening torture? If it is even.
I don't know if my writing can convince that lol.

Aaand please don't kill me *is in a plane away from you all*

(3rd person POV) please tell me in the end how the writing was, I never tried this lol.

"Wake up b*tch" a voice seethed.

Arian's heavy lids fluttered open, a jolt of pain goes through her stomach with a dreading feeling overcoming her numb mind.

Again.

The voice whispered, its tone missing any emotion.

"Oh sweet Arianrhod, I hope you are sitting comfortable" Liam's young voice rang through the darkroom. A small flickering light the only light source.

It sickened her.

Arian's droopy eyes went to the various blades buried in her stomach. She wanted to utter a word but the spiked silver rope around her throat only dug into her skin painfully as she shifted. A groan of pain escaped her lips with the copper tasting liquid running down her chin. Her groans was only heard as rough short pants. It only made the spiked rope dig further into her skin.

The way she was restrained painfully reminded her of her days in the Redmoon pack. How the five knives skillfully pierced into her guts was done with masterful skills and cruelty.

Her hands itched to rip the choking rope away, but they were bound to the chair with the same spiked silvery rope. Her legs were bound the same way to the chair. She concluded that this silver rope was probably his favourite item.

Tears started to spill from the edge of her eyes. A sob along with her tears made her body shake and the endless cycle of the spiked silver and knives digging into her repeating again.

I am scared.

Her thoughts drifted.

Not because this room.

Not because of this f*cker Liam.

Not because the obvious torture I am going to endure.

I am scared for Jake.

Will they take him? Will they torture him so they break me?

Is he safe?

I....really should have gone with him.

A hoarse chuckle cut between her rough groans of pain. She asked the question that has been on her mind since everything began to slip out of her hands.

"Who... are... you?" She spat out the red liquid that tainted her teeth a rosy red colour.

Arian's eyes zeroed on the figure in front of her, she couldn't recognise the kind eyes of the boy she met at the party. He had eyes that were hollow of any emotion but hatred.

A slow smirk showed on his dark face, Arian knew that look. She knew what he wanted.

He wants revenge.

What have I done to him?

Her qusetion would be answered soon enough since Liam had no intentions of keeping Arian in the dark for long.

"I am Liam, Liam Mitchell" he said.

Arian's sharp intake gave Liam a certain satisfaction. It relieved him that she recognised something.