Chapter 8: Torture

Kimberly POV

Have you heard of suffering? I mean that kind of suffer where you have no one to lean on, no one to run to, no one to talk to, no one caring about your existence.

You are just there, being maltreated, insulted, humiliated up to the point that shame ran away from your life.

That's me.

I was interdicted from leaving the room, unable to see the day nor tell what time it is.

I don't know if it was Ashman's instructions but the food that the servants served me were left overs and sour meals. I threw up each time they served me the meal and for a whole day, I starved myself.

"Bring that wench here!" I heard his invective words through the door and immediately I sprang up from the bed heading to the door.

Since the day I got here, I haven't freshen up neither have I changed from the tattered clothes I was wearing.

Some guards came in and dragged me out of the room, I was over powered and could barely saved myself.

My legs wobbled and couldn't hold me firm while working, each time they toss me about - I stumbled on the ground. And to think that these men has conscience, no they don't.

They pushed me further and pulled me on the ground along with them. I whimpered in pains unable to fight back.

I curse myself for being a weak ass in this life. But then, I encouraged myself that this will only last for a while until the day will come when I strike.

It's all drives down to that word called "patience".

Ashman is nothing but a jackass - which I won't fail to kill and tear apart limb to limb until he dies.

If ever he begs me for mercy, I will spit on his face saying "Beg God for mercy because I won't have mercy."

It wasn't anyone's fault. The Moon gooddess only made a mistake with my book of fate.

We entered the jail that smell of damp, alcohol and musky sweats. The atmosphere was truly unpleasant.

I fell down on my knees, lifting my gaze only to lock it with his. I was speechless with my lips trembling.

Oh, fear.

I casted it out of me but it took time before I could embraced them.

He used a finger to lift my chin up, and gritting my teeth and concurred.

"Why did you run?" his words came crashing into my ears like time bomb. His intimidating eyes won't let me speak and his domineering aura.

Honestly, he is extremely handsome. Arch chin, grey sharp eyes, medium matte lips, arch eyebrows that had two lines on them. His beauty was indeed tempting.

"I..." I struggled to speak and what I got was jab on my cheek.

I screamed in pain supporting my cheek with my hand, blood slowly rolled down to my chin.

My blood.

The anger in my eyes were boiling to it's peak but I have no power for action.

"I asked again, why did you try to escape?" he questioned with his furrowed eyebrows, and voice pervading anger.

I heard Alpha Lords punish their slaves by sexual harassment, that was what I was expecting rather than this pain.

"He should fuck me and not beat me up!" I yelled in my heart with no courageous to speak up.

"It seems she is deaf" he jerk away from me, cleaning his fist.

"Prepare the hot iron and chain. Make her sit!" he instructed with contempt.

I could see how enraged he was, nothing can stop him. Not even sweet words or my tears.

I'm dead.

"Will you talk now?" I was now sitting on a chair with my hands and legs chained.

We stare at each other's eyes deeply, both exhibiting anger and pain.

"Yes... yes.." I said with a shaking voice.

He busy himself tossing the hot iron in the fire, waiting for me to start speaking.

"I.. I wanted freedom. I wanted to go back to where I came from." I swallowed hard hoping he will not turn back until I'm done with my speech.

"I don't know you neither do I know the kind of sin I have committed. Please leave me alone, I want to go home." I have never imagined myself to be such a cry baby, begging for one's mercy.

If only he knows how I crave to kill him, to tear his soul apart. I mean it.

He laughed a belly laugh and turned to me. The iron was now as hot as red, I started struggling to let loose.

I can't afford to have a stigma on my skin.

"You don't know me, really?" he raised a mischievous brow having that I-know-you-know-me look. I swayed my eyes away from him standing by my word.

"Yes, I don't know you." I said.

"Let's just say, you are eating the curse of your ancestors but.." he paused dropping the hot iron and charging towards me with a small dagger.

"I don't like weaklings and I don't keep weaklings around me!" he said hitting the dagger in between my legs, it was only a thin gap that seperated my lap from the dagger.

I looked at him in astonishment. Truly, he would have stabbed me.

"Then let me go. I don't owe you." I cried out dolefully. I cried so hard that my eyes started aching like they want to fall out from it's sockets.

"I can't let you go, and you have no right to question my actions." he said steadily, giving me a hot slap on my cheek. My face turned sideway.

I ached in pain but my hands couldn't reach for my face.

All his actions toward me, I promise to pay him back in hundred folds.

"You also can't kill me?" I raised a brow looking helpless, he didn't say.

I sniffled.

"Do you think I'm a rabbit or moron that you can just keep maltreating until you are satisfied?" I questioned with curiosity and anger written all over my face.

For once, I had courage to speak out in his presence. He looked stunned.

"I'm a human for goodness sake! You either kill me or let me go!" I spat at his face, giving him quick choices to make.

"You wack!" with the force he used in turning, he stabbed my palm with the dagger. His eyes were raging in anger and I groaned in pain, gnashing my teeth.

Oh, heaven!

I was so helpless. This man deserve a slap on his face at this moment.

"If you want to stop being controlled, if you want to stop being humiliated, then act strong. Act like a real Luna for once!" He said annoyingly with his sharp angry eyes. He gave me a disdain look before leaving the jail.

I was mute, looking at my bleeding hand and reasoning his last words.