Chapter 2 He Comes At Night

When she shivered from his seconds, he breathed heavily and the sounds were quite room-filling.

Like a man raged from being defied or someone loosing his loved ones in an instant.He seemed to be hyperventilating of some sort.

He moved in front of her and grabbed her hard by the cheeks. Coming closer, he still hadn't caught his breathe "So you can cry??" he smiled then kissed her hard.

Fionna had planned that despite being in tears and all, any chance she would get to make him suffer, she would, notwithstanding the consequences, make it hell for him.

Lost in the kiss, he pulled away and dared to try that move once more.

Used to his first approach now, Fionna smirked as he came closer with his eyes closed... Probably still in a daze.

Fionna had waited for the right moment, where he would get close enough. So she could have a greater portion of flesh ripped out... "Now!!"

Tears his lip...

"Arrghhh!!" The guard screams in agony whereas Fionna faced her left shoulder and spat his flesh out.

"You will pay for that!!" once more, taking his whip out, he slashed it at her without thinking of where to aim. After a few of those, he still wasn't done with her... He still had to be satisfied.

A sadist, someone who derives satisfaction from someone else's suffering.

To her, closing her eyes made the pain bearable but not even with her eyes closed could she brace herself for what came next.

His hands slowly drifted away.

Fionna inhaled with her body trembling...

"I've never taken my time with any prisoner" the mad guard had trouble with breathing. He was too excited to even see reality, torturing a teenager far younger than he was, neither could he stop at the moment.

Fionna realized she wasn't the only one here... There must have been far younger girls than she is.

As thoughts of screaming girls came to her mind, tears ran down her cheeks... She was the next to scream.

However, Fionna, as strong-willed as she was, decided not to make him have the last laugh. What he probably yearned for was the cries girls would portray because of his brutality towards them.

She wouldn't let him have what he wanted... But, this was her first time getting tortured. She isn't as strong as she plans to be.

He had, savoured each and every moment to get to the limits.

Fionna bit her lips... It hurt like hell but nothing beats getting the person you hate the most mad at you.

His pace had increased. The feel of the whip on her back were within seconds but Fionna hadn't made a single sound "Scream for help you whore!!" slapping her butt cheeks to leave a red indention.

Seeing she didn't budge, he vexed to a blank point in his mind.

On her now bare upper body he gave her scars to taunt her forever.

" Won't you cry for mommy or daddy to come help you!!"

He seemed pissed, that was the only thing that made her happy now but when the whip came in contact each time on her back, she would inhale sharply and continue thinking of ways to kill this mother fucker that was, at this moment having her tortured and at the brink of death.

Feeding to the dogs, cutting his manhood then every other body parts daily and sending it off to his family,slowly beheading with a handsaw ... She listed one whip after the other and each one made her the happier when she thought of having to actually execute them.

He had stopped with the whip and now focused on cumming. The best part after torturing a weaker vessel was not only to derive satisfaction from it but to jerk at it alone.

His ways and beliefs were messed up.

Fionna now, compared to the shackles was the one who stood lifeless. She uttered no words for the time being.

The guard buckled back his trouser, patted her on the cheek like a father would his son letting him know 'everything was going to be okay' cause he was here.

"Wasn't so bad was it?" he chuckled and once more, left her behind bars but this time chained and barely covered.

He, out of kind heart claimed by himself, had unchained her afterwards and let her free from the shackles.

Not like she cared how she was held up, chained or unchained she was not going to get out of this place unless she got auctioned.

All she knew now were two things. Things she promised herself to forever hold in her heart and never stray away from them.

One... The world is a dark place with everyone's faces masked.

"The auctioning will be tomorrow" the guard said "We might have it one last time at night when everyone is deeply asleep" he said in a self satisfying tone and smirked. "Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting" he adjusted his outfit then touched his lip which had been flowing with blood.

Fionna smiled at the sight.

"You must think this is funny" he easily lost himself, she could tell "Wait till you see me at past midnight standing naked in front of you when you open your eyes" he was excited, anyone could tell from the way he spoke "with a new toy"

Fionna's eyes widened, she could barely support the whip but knowing the 'new toy' would obviously be much more painful than the first. She got worried.

And second... All men are arses.

Being tempted to close her eyes was the one thing she could not, even with will power, overcome.

As her mind kept repeating the words "Never trust in men" as a summary of both her beliefs,her eyes fluttered widely as she had been slowly but surely dimming her vision.

The dungeon door closing and opening was too familiar to her.

She steered her will on a different direction now "Not to give in to whatsoever his new toy might be"

Approaching footsteps were heard although it had been very quiet, as though the person didn't want to be heard...

The guard she knew was as noisy as a nagging pregnant wife or the result of the pregnancy being unattended to. That is... just the least of the descriptions Fionna had thought of this guy.

However, those thoughts wouldn't stop or better yet have him turn around and go back to his hopefully nightmarish slumber.

Fionna pretended to have her eyes closed as soon as he was as close as anyone could tell.

Surely the others too would resort to such measures thus reducing his chances of having his 'fetishes' quenched.

The thought of having to satisfy him once more, this night, was like a bone stuck to her throat.

The fact that it was there... Something undesired of by the throat but still clinging to it.

Ofcourse she was the throat and him none other than the fat bone that easily had his way cause she could not leave even if she wanted to.

*Sighs*

Patiently waiting to be reminded of how much he was going to defy her, she hears nothing.

Fionna slowly opened her eyes and saw no one in her front, or her midst.

Instead, she hears chatters to her right...

"Thank you, boy" an elderly man spoke as he received the leather bag the boy had offered.

Fionna could only see the legs of the person.

He had short feet, a small boy indeed...

Her eyes wandered away once she saw he had gotten up, she noticed, he was walking towards her now.

The little boy showed forth his hand surpassing the bars, offering her a cullei (leather bag containing water)

Fionna could go vicious once more but there was no strength left in her.

Moreover, In desire of whatever need of survival anyone could offer, she just couldn't trust anyone within the castle walls at the moment likewise out of it.

She then thought of the two people she had encountered so far.

The guard that tortured her and had made a second appointment with her, which to her would be any time now.

Then the other guy, who had slapped him twice, she smirked.

Even though he hadn't harm her in any way, did what she had intended to do to the guard but less, he had been the one to price her, he hadn't set her free.

In other words... An enemy.

How was she now, to trust some random kid who is the most liable to poison her.

Fionna kept glaring at the little boy and for some reason, he understood her point of view.

She didn't trust. He had had many people like her.

His hand went back to his stead. He opened the cullei and rose it up to his head...making it visible to her that he was not faking and gulped it down as though he was in a tight situation.

Then once more, he proposed it to her.

Fionna, slowly advanced to his stead but made sure there was a clear distance between them.

Once close enough, she harshly dragged it away from him without a single care of his reaction, she drained the leather bag void of water.

Most of the water had poured on her face and spilled her dress but this was no matter to her at the moment, she had been catching her breath from her fast and savage movements.

She now faced the boy ferociously.

The hot sizzling fire burning with a hissing sound,that had been hung on the dungeon walls. So close to his face it had been.

He had worn a smile that seemed to him everything was OK ,but maybe, to his end at least.

However, the innocence in his smile made her loosen up. He looked 5 years younger than him, no less than 12, she guessed.

"Who are you? " she was willing to keep shut till he left but she needed more knowledge of what was going on. Why her people were all locked down here.

He looked at her dolefully and said " A castle slave"

Fionna knew he had more to say than that and waited patiently hoping he would talk but said nothing. "How did you get here? " straining herself to ask questions she never planned on asking.

"Sold" now facing down "Separately from my family"

"They needed someone young" she was quick-witted, it would be stupid for her to ask the reason for helping. Very. "Thank you"

Judging from his reluctance to leave, Fionna continued

"You would be a gallant man" she remarked. "To be a daredevil and come down here in the middle of the night- "

"I wouldn't have" he interrupted her. "I would not have if it were not for who I am"

Fionna's eyes narrowed "A Drider? " unsure if that was why, he was just taking a long time to speak up!!

The little boy nodded "On so many accounts, I have over heard their loud conversations. They have plans for us, evil plans" the boy sobbed, he feared either for their lives or... his.

"But you're safe here" Fionna tried making him to see sense."They won't hurt you if you are useful to them"

Somewhere in between her last words, he stood up and slowly removed his upper shirt then, turned around. "I don't care for my life... It is theirs I fear for"

The scorching fire, once more was a useful tool however, it looked like it had been a more useful tool when it came to leaving burnt marks on his bare skin.

Fionna, shocked they could do something like this to a child uttered no more words.

She was frozen as she visioned dark figures of men with each a flame torch in their hands and what more, her torturer the head of it all.

But this time, it wasnt the little boy in their hands, it was her... Her getting burnt.

"Are you OK? " the little boy asked.

Obviously, he was used to his horrible scars but this was her first time of seeing someone if not a soldier from war getting horrible wounds.

Before Fionna could say a word, she heard the dungeon doors once more "Do you have someone who helps you" she asked facing the stairs where the footsteps were closing in on.

The boy had been stunned just as she was and when Fionna saw this, she feared his life much more than hers. "Hide!! "

Quickly, the boy fitted himself behind an opening where everything could still be clear to him.

Fionna coughed when the last footstep was heard. He was finally here... The guard, Her torturer.