I couldn’t begin to describe the pain, and I’m not sure there any words that could do it justice. The branding iron got nearer to my arm and I started to struggle, kicking at the one guy holding me down and begging him, spewing out little words of non-sense as the other man steadily walked closer. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if it would of gotten that iron away from me, I’d of done anything for them. I just didn’t want it to touch me, mark me.
The man leered down at me as another appeared out of no where and grabbed my right arm. He pulled it out straight and shoved the wrist upward so the man could get a clear shot at it. I could feel heat licking at my skin seconds before pain overtook me, searing up and down my arms. It felt like hot knives being driven into my skin, melting it off. Unbearable.
It didn’t take long, over in a matter of seconds but the pain remained. An arm let me go and I hit the floor, half out of it as I curled into my arm, clutching my hot arm to my chest and mumbling out words that made no sense to anyone, least of all to me. I just wanted the pain to stop.
A bag of ice landed at my head at some point, a woman tugging my arm out. I kicked at her, fought. She jumped back and I think she frowned at me, couldn’t be exactly sure. Couldn’t tell anything. The cold pressed against me arm, and it offered a temporarily sweet relief from the overwhelming pain that seemed to never want to fade away.
The third time I woke up, or what I think might have been the third time, was to an angry foot colliding into my stomach and a voice telling me to roughly get up. I groaned but didn’t move, couldn’t. My arm hurt worse then before and from the small glance down at it it looked red and puffy, the small teeth inflamed. The man muttered something else and another kick. Pain shot through my stomach as a head reached down and grabbed my hair, yanking me into a sitting position.
The man squatted down on the ground, his face close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face, rotting and stinking. I wasn’t one to judge, it’s never the outside that’s important, but I wanted him away from me. The man face brushed mine, his rough beard tickling my chin, scrapping it. I could only imagine the little red marks that might appear there. I closed my eyes, slightly afraid of what might happen next.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t been tortured enough, my arm branded with vampire teeth marks, the skin already red and infected, now they seemed to be finding new ways to literally fuck with me, and the sad thing was I’d of done it earlier if this had been an option away from the branding.
“Harper,” A voice said harshly from beyond the cell door. The man, the monster without a name, leaned away from me. I could practically tasted the disappoint on him as he let me go, my head falling back and smacking against the brick wall. I winced a little as I tried to grab at my head, but my arm wouldn’t move.
“I was just curious…”
“Ya well, there someone here for him.”
“… But the orders…”
“These orders are higher then theres.”’
“Who’s orders are higher then… theres?”
“The Leroys, for one.” The man said gruffly, his voice fading out as I slipped out of conscious once more. Unsure of what they meant, but thankful the man was leaving me alone. It wasn’t for long. He was back within hours, and I woke up to something pressing into my sides, hands grabbing at me. I let out a scream and strength I didn’t realize I had welled up inside me as I kicked and fought at whoever was trying to grab me. I rocked forward on my two feet, and stumbled backward unsteadily as arms reached out to grab me and raised my foot, colliding it with the person lower regions.
The monster, person screamed in agony as another voice let out a loud laughter in amusement. I scowled as I backed myself up into the corner like it would keep me safe.
“There no reason to torture Harper boy, we’re just trying to get you out of here.” The laughing man said. I glanced to the cell door, he was leaning against it casually, a smirk on his face as he took in the sight I must of made huddled on the floor, his teammate huddled on his own side and grabbing himself, making small whining noises.
“Then tell your friend to keep whatever that thing is, to his fucking self.” I spat out viciously. I hope I broke, made sure it was never usable again. It would serve the bastard right. Maybe he was only going to help me get up in the end, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a little bit happy at being close to me, and he had been the one to hold me down while the iron had seared away the skin on my wrist.
Oh god. My wrist.
I rocked forward as the sudden pain hit me and dry heaved on the ground. I hadn’t eaten anything since I landed here in jail so there was no contents to empty and I was suddenly starving. I could of drank for days if someone would let me, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt it would heal me. A survival instinct buried deep within. We all had one, but the situations required for it to come out differed greatly.
My body seemed to move on it’s own as a hunger overtook me. I braced my hands on the floor, uncaring about the pain as I pushed myself up into a standing position. I could smell it in the air. The coppery scent of blood. I needed it, wanted it. It was the only thing that mattered and come hell or high water I was going to get it. The guards hadn’t left the cell. They where still standing by the door as my feet dragged me over to them, there backs to me. They would never see me coming, I could get what I need.
Oh god, I needed it. I needed it so bad. It was calling me, no begging. It was begging me to come and take my fill and heal. I could heal if only I took some to drink. It had been so long, almost 2 weeks and I was still a newborn, still needing to feed more.
“I earned it.” I whispered, almost to soft for the cops ears to pick up on. I was tortured by these mother-fuckers, the least they could do was give me a dinner for the pain and suffering. The cop who had tried to assault me turned around at my whisper, eyes wide. He didn’t get a chance to scream as I sprung.
My hands grabbed his neck and the coppery taste of blood filled my senses. It was all I knew, all I wanted.
It didn’t take long, over in a matter of seconds but the pain remained. An arm let me go and I hit the floor, half out of it as I curled into my arm, clutching my hot arm to my chest and mumbling out words that made no sense to anyone, least of all to me. I just wanted the pain to stop.
A bag of ice landed at my head at some point, a woman tugging my arm out. I kicked at her, fought. She jumped back and I think she frowned at me, couldn’t be exactly sure. Couldn’t tell anything. The cold pressed against me arm, and it offered a temporarily sweet relief from the overwhelming pain that seemed to never want to fade away.
The third time I woke up, or what I think might have been the third time, was to an angry foot colliding into my stomach and a voice telling me to roughly get up. I groaned but didn’t move, couldn’t. My arm hurt worse then before and from the small glance down at it it looked red and puffy, the small teeth inflamed. The man muttered something else and another kick. Pain shot through my stomach as a head reached down and grabbed my hair, yanking me into a sitting position.
The man squatted down on the ground, his face close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face, rotting and stinking. I wasn’t one to judge, it’s never the outside that’s important, but I wanted him away from me. The man face brushed mine, his rough beard tickling my chin, scrapping it. I could only imagine the little red marks that might appear there. I closed my eyes, slightly afraid of what might happen next.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t been tortured enough, my arm branded with vampire teeth marks, the skin already red and infected, now they seemed to be finding new ways to literally fuck with me, and the sad thing was I’d of done it earlier if this had been an option away from the branding.
“Harper,” A voice said harshly from beyond the cell door. The man, the monster without a name, leaned away from me. I could practically tasted the disappoint on him as he let me go, my head falling back and smacking against the brick wall. I winced a little as I tried to grab at my head, but my arm wouldn’t move.
“I was just curious…”
“Ya well, there someone here for him.”
“… But the orders…”
“These orders are higher then theres.”’
“Who’s orders are higher then… theres?”
“The Leroys, for one.” The man said gruffly, his voice fading out as I slipped out of conscious once more. Unsure of what they meant, but thankful the man was leaving me alone. It wasn’t for long. He was back within hours, and I woke up to something pressing into my sides, hands grabbing at me. I let out a scream and strength I didn’t realize I had welled up inside me as I kicked and fought at whoever was trying to grab me. I rocked forward on my two feet, and stumbled backward unsteadily as arms reached out to grab me and raised my foot, colliding it with the person lower regions.
The monster, person screamed in agony as another voice let out a loud laughter in amusement. I scowled as I backed myself up into the corner like it would keep me safe.
“There no reason to torture Harper boy, we’re just trying to get you out of here.” The laughing man said. I glanced to the cell door, he was leaning against it casually, a smirk on his face as he took in the sight I must of made huddled on the floor, his teammate huddled on his own side and grabbing himself, making small whining noises.
“Then tell your friend to keep whatever that thing is, to his fucking self.” I spat out viciously. I hope I broke, made sure it was never usable again. It would serve the bastard right. Maybe he was only going to help me get up in the end, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a little bit happy at being close to me, and he had been the one to hold me down while the iron had seared away the skin on my wrist.
Oh god. My wrist.
I rocked forward as the sudden pain hit me and dry heaved on the ground. I hadn’t eaten anything since I landed here in jail so there was no contents to empty and I was suddenly starving. I could of drank for days if someone would let me, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt it would heal me. A survival instinct buried deep within. We all had one, but the situations required for it to come out differed greatly.
My body seemed to move on it’s own as a hunger overtook me. I braced my hands on the floor, uncaring about the pain as I pushed myself up into a standing position. I could smell it in the air. The coppery scent of blood. I needed it, wanted it. It was the only thing that mattered and come hell or high water I was going to get it. The guards hadn’t left the cell. They where still standing by the door as my feet dragged me over to them, there backs to me. They would never see me coming, I could get what I need.
Oh god, I needed it. I needed it so bad. It was calling me, no begging. It was begging me to come and take my fill and heal. I could heal if only I took some to drink. It had been so long, almost 2 weeks and I was still a newborn, still needing to feed more.
“I earned it.” I whispered, almost to soft for the cops ears to pick up on. I was tortured by these mother-fuckers, the least they could do was give me a dinner for the pain and suffering. The cop who had tried to assault me turned around at my whisper, eyes wide. He didn’t get a chance to scream as I sprung.
My hands grabbed his neck and the coppery taste of blood filled my senses. It was all I knew, all I wanted.
It was amazing, the best thing in the entire world and as soon as it started it ended. I screamed as someone grabbed me, ripping me off the man who slumped to the floor. I turned on the other, hands grabbing until the settled on the other mans neck. I went to squeeze. I wanted to pop his head. If I just squeezed enough I could end his life. His blood would flow all over my hands. I could cup it up and drink it.
Agony tore through my side as I suddenly felt myself hit a wall. I screamed as I felt a foot settle on my wrist, almost healed by still sore. I looked up, back to my senses almost as quickly as when I lost it.
Ashe was standing above me, an angry look upon his face.
I screamed.
Agony tore through my side as I suddenly felt myself hit a wall. I screamed as I felt a foot settle on my wrist, almost healed by still sore. I looked up, back to my senses almost as quickly as when I lost it.
Ashe was standing above me, an angry look upon his face.
I screamed.
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