TORTURE CHAMBER
I've been here in such a long time, so much I grew familiar of the dark, and lost sense of my time...
As far as I remember I've lost count on the 4th week... A month? or so... it doesn't matter anymore, I'm done...
The door squeaked, From the rusting door
the room lighten, from the light outside the walls
and the weight of the room shifted once again
However, This time it was different—
That door would ring it's final noise, and Kamryn would breathe his final breath.
Kamryn stepped closer and closer, locking the door not so that I would escape, but so that none shall interfere with his fun, The Arrogance of the ignorant, it's stench overwhelms the blood and grease on his hands...
*Light flickered— as he turned it on...
at that very moment, I took my final breath of this forsaken hole, a final glance on that cobblestone wall stained with years of torture...
The floor that must have seen more deaths than a cemetery, more begging than a streets of a poor country.
I wasted no more of my time, of my chance...
"Again this time, I imagined the leash that had bound me vibrating in a molecular level, rapidly, exponentially..."
Just as I had expected the Counter-spell Reacted quickly,
*KZRAKKTTTTT
A surge of non-stop lightning run through every part of my body
"KAKAKAKAKAK Still trying to get away, Didn't I tell you It's impo—"
Kamryn paused, in a mix of confusion and anxiety
what he saw was not the image he had imagine, it wasn't a guy screaming in pain, begging for mercy, it wasn't the broken man he expected... No I'm past that, I don't feel the pain anymore
Rather it was a Man, as if shaded by darkness itself, its body smelled of burning flesh as the lightning didn't take a rest
The leash was burning not just itself but from His very skin, but in Kamryn's mind, what is more terrifying
is that this Man, the very Man that screamed when his bones are tearing, or when his skin was peeled of, was now simply—
STARING, His gaze piercing, it wasn't just of anger, or insanity out of pain, it was a WARNING...
Kamryn however, despite the sudden shock, regained his composure, and Increased the Volume of the Counter-spell so much so that the lightning itself is now visible, like a plasma ball from those science museums, but it wasn't purple but rather red, from the very mist of the blood evaporating, from every pores of his body, every hole and every crannies, it was a scene that even a torturer would vomit in dissatisfaction
In that Moment, Pain kicked in, it was subtle but Increasing, maybe from the strain of overthinking or my manifestations are slipping because of double casting...
but nevertheless, it was pain, the Pain I vowed not to feel again...
I knew I cannot drag it any longer, I need to free myself sooner
With that very thought, and pain, all over, I began to think more, and more, so much so that the Reflection of the Spectra is now visible, my eyes began to fluctuate in colors
Red to yellow and yellow to blue, and yet it seems this much is not enough, my vision starts to fade, and my body felt sinking—
[Let me take over]
{Nicaisse Kholer}
Then my body as if a puppet in the hands of marionette move in precision, He wasn't taking over but rather it felt like a cooperation, A synchrony of one another... amidst the pain that has now become unbearable...
Blood spewed from our mouth, tear in our eyes
*GRAAAA!!!!!
A Faint yet distinct voice echoed at the back of our heads
gravitas—
Gravity—
We gritted our teeth and clench our jaws... as we conjured a manifestation for which the Air shifted, Condensed, our bodies heavier, the chair and the floor cracked and shattered, and the very surrounding compressed as if gravity is expanding its force towards each other
then—
*SLKKRRR
Blood dripping, and bones falling...
It tore
not the leash that binds but our very arms and limbs, not what I had envision but...
Alas! we are finally free,
The pain subsided as the Counter-spell malfunctioned, it wasn't because of a poor manifestation but it was tricked, that the limbs the was left on those shackles, was a corpse incapable of manifestation, its own sensory had tricked itself into manipulation.
That moment Kamryn, felt true fear like never before, for in his eyes He saw, A man as if possessed by a demon, it feels as if it has two souls but one goal, His total annihilation
A man that had severed his own limbs, shed its own blood, into a mist of death and damnation in exchange of freedom...
"What~ are~ you~" He asked in a trembling voice, an instinct he blurted out of fear from predation
I. am. WE.
We stood from the chair drench in blood, using the new feet we grew from the Restorative Manifestation, our eyes gleaming in anger, and satisfaction, and our hands that had just started to recreate itself, from bones, to tendons, then flesh and nerve, and so...
Each walk carried weight as if the gravity of the world was bound beneath our soles, plaster creaked and cracked, Stone break and shatter, and its direction towards the sadistic torturer that enjoy the agony of others, until He, Kamryn was driven to a corner, to a wall Pinned by some unseen force, it was gravity rendering his body of motion,
Every inch we get closer, was weight added to his body
It was the moment I never realized killing would be such a fun thing...
and So we drifted closer, not fast nor a step...
no Hesitation, or a hint of haste, we SAVORED
inch. by. inch
his flesh tearing in opposition
Breast twisted, abdomen sheared, and thighs ripped
*SKRRRIIIKTTT...SHIKKTTT
each passing second...
His bone fracture in every possible manner, Ribs sunk in, and Femur disposed, neck and jaw contoured
*KRCKTTT....BRIKTTTT
the pressure didn't even gave him a chance to beg for any mercy, no we grant he none of that Liberty, all he had was that drop of tear mixed in his blood as he was squished slowly..
but each muscle tore, we restored
each broken bone mended
Each drop of blood renewed
However it was not done, the same manifestation that I mastered, Where each pain receptor were tampered, was used in reverse, it was activated each one on his body each nerve in each tissue
It was long and excruciating, it was pain, and pressure, and heat and cold as if all pain in the world succumbed into one puny soul
It was a constant push and pull of gravity and restoration,
his body was a mess as his eyes slowly embossed, its iris lay flat, squeezed of its juices, His teeth slowly fall then finally—
*SKLATTTTT
It was a long hour of torture, of revenge, until his body wavered, not even magic or manifestation saved his very soul
what was left was simply a pool of bloodstain, a smear of mess a mural of madness, painted on the crooked wall.
.
.
.
But what's more horrid, was not what we did, but what we saw after—
The door croaked with its rusted hinges, outside was a long dark hall, covered with ill-rusted bulbs... and along each grooves was a collection of doors,
Each was a its own Torture Chamber
A collection of Men, Women , and child alike
The smell was putrid and rotting as the slave-prisoners where bathing on their own blood and excrement...
"What in the hell is this place" I mumbled as I hear the silent whispers of these people
"Help", "Have Mercy" they said but I had no mercy to spare—
then the adrenaline finally wore off, my muscle twitching form exhaustion and my Head groaned in petrifying pain...
"I need to get out fast" I thought
I searched along the hellbent hallways, through the staircase, and Finally
I saw a shine of light, of moonlight, I knew for that moment freedom is not far anymore... but as I reached toward that freedom—that Gold embellished door, of statutes of effigies, clamored in etchings that reflect a fraction of what ought to be divinity
Men of Robes and dress of priests, Shouted and waved as if to alert more of my position
some Manifested some roots and vines, barbed with spikes laced with poison, running through the floor, the ceiling and the wall, but it wasn't fast, not fast enough to cover the distance between us
"There, There he Is, don't let the prisoner escape"
Prisoner, murderer, what other lies of a name would you brand me?!!!
with a little of my power left, I casted some Manifest,
I Conjured an image in my thought—
the moisture of Air getting thick, and denser an envelope of water suspended in air
a mist engulfed the pursuers, and as response to my wish of getting away as if my very imagination formed itself, without my permission creating not just a mist but a mist that invokes slumber [Vesperveil]
it was effective, better something I had never anticipated, yet it did—
However I too seems to be struck by this fatigue, my eyes began to twitch as I navigated the dark alleys and streets, my eyelids are heavier, and each step I was weaker, the air felt colder, and not a moment too soon, my body frail from exhaustion collapsed in some dark alley...
As my consciousness robs me, all I hear was a muffled voice... along with the marching of many, and a figure so small appeared before me,
A pursuer? A thief? or a some bastard of this twisted world? but I was disappointed—Happily
it was dragging, and dragging, as if trying to take my flail body, with each tug he had was a breath exhaled heavy
HARGH!.... HARGH!!!.... HARGH!...
For a moment the figure stopped to catch it's breath and not long a veil of cloth of trash and dirt greased my body, it wasn't a mistake but out of intention, then a Person came bringing with him some question
I cannot hear or make of its words, but by the sound and it's tone it was one of the pursuers, and yet this small figure, nod in disagreement. he wasn't someone of ill intention
he was trying to hide me from my persecutors
ever since my descent on this nightmarish world, all that had happened was a constant change of environment but the same pain of torment, of picture of blood, and death, and fight and agony...
but in this tiny moment, something I had never expected
Benevolence arrived in the form of a stranger
A saving grace, I had longed for
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