“Why aren’t you screaming?” he says, slapping her across the face.
“I told you to scream bitch!” he yelled.
He was standing there, slapping her hard, every slap making me cringe, I wanted him to stop, but as I took a step forward, I fell into a dark hole it was full of liquid, sticky, with a foul stench, and red, it was blood.
A key… A door… A journal with his secrets. The room is full of books, with secrets hidden in them. As I was about to grab one, he came in with some cups of wine. “Here, this is for you,” he whispered. Smiling, I took the cup of wine, and when I tasted it, I felt it, poison.
Books and blood... Whispers of old times... “How could you?” she coughed. I saw her again, coughing blood. Sh
Blood, tears, fire. She sobbed quietly, no strength in her. I sat next to her and cried with her; I could feel her pain. “I will kill him,” she said, “I promise he will die.”
Fire, silver, and a ritual. She escaped, she’s running, but he’s right behind her. “RUN” I screamed... But she’s unable to listen to me. Please run faster, please. Caspian POV
Silver screams, hate. He was using silver on her; he was torturing her, and I just stood there unable to move; it felt like I was the one getting afflicted; I was a witness, and even though she barely moved, I knew she was suffering.
“Are you happy?” he whispered, “Because I’m the happiest person in the world.” I sat on the corner watching her; she was quiet. The silver has burned her skin. Is she still alive? I wondered. Amilia POV “You fucking shut up, asshole,” Vladimir growled. “NO, you’re the asshole, so shut up before I squeeze that throat of yours out,” HE said. “Try me fucker,” Vladimir said. This has been me for the last two hours after I stopped the fight, and these two leeches had the fright of their lives. But even though t
“Why do you hate me?” she whispered, so only he could hear. “I don’t hate you... I love you,” he said. He came back, and he’s carrying something like a box. Will he torture her again? Will he make her suffer? Why can’t I save her?
Hate... Love... War… She spitted blood. I could see her suffering. I cried in silence, wishing for this nightmare to end. Caspian POV I’ve been working all morning on repairing the dining room. Almost everything is back to normal, just some small details here and there. Amilia’s wrath is something I don’t want to experience if there is one thing that my sister is good at, is torturing. She had made many people suffer, but I know she does it to show respect. Even though sometimes I know she gets ple