Chapter 5 THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS PART TWO

WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEINOUS SCENES OF ABUSE, RAPE, ETC

NOTE FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

"Begin the ceremony," said a voice belonging to the man on the floating throne. What

happened next was horrendous and truly inhumane. A well-built man came out of a

mineshaft that Mona and her parents had come off. He was wearing a black kilt with brown boots, and he had on his head some kind of black cone-shaped mask or hood that looked

like the ones from one of those medieval-time movies. He had a whip and an incredulously

serrated and considerable cleaver. He then walked toward Mona, which made her parents

screech and scream in horror.

"NO, PLEASE DON'T TOUCH HER, SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!"

Screamed a very out-of-breath and desperate voice belonging to Marlene.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!! ..... I'M GOING to KILL YOU BASTARD!" Nicholas yelled as he tried to get out of his shackles.

That only made the executioner laugh maniacally and continued walking toward Mona. When he finally reached her, he gave some sort of signal to two

guards that were standing next to Marlene and Nicholas and raised their stone tables for them to have a front-row seat to their daughter being tortured. Daria still couldn't fathom how uncle Nicholas was still alive, he was one of the best guardian warriors. He had survived plenty of near-death experiences, from what she had heard, but this was too hardcore. She could see his insides, for goodness's sake he must be strong-willed or has some sort of secondary life force keeping him alive. The executioner touched Mona's face teasingly and left her skin

in suspense, as she squinted her eyes shut, waiting for the whip to come in contact with her

very soft skin. The executioner didn't go easy on the first blow he put all his might as he hit

Mona, her screams were loud enough to be heard out of space. He repeated this over and

over until he was too tired to swing. He had whipped her 55 times and each time her

screams became louder until they started fading. You could see blood oozing all over her

body, the stone table and the executioner. You could see a bit of meat poking out of her

wounds. Mona's breathing became slow and shallow until her body became limp, she had fainted but was

quickly woken up by a bucket full of vinegar and salt, she woke up screaming and crying and

pleading for them to stop.

"Oh, don't tell me you are already tired, the fun hasn't even begun yet," he said with an evil smirk.

Marlene was in tears and exhausted from all the screaming and begging for them to leave

her baby girl. The executioner then took a large metallic rod that had a circle handle with

viper teeth and put it in the fire until it was hot enough to burn into anything. He then took the

hot rod and burnt Mona's skin. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, a

bust of breath came out instead. The executioner then took a large cleaver and stabbed her

250 times. This atrocity was just the beginning, all this was done so that the child of

prophecy's true power could be unleashed. For that to happen they wanted Daria to watch

as each one of her family members tortured and perish, they didn't care that she was merely a

child. These evildoers only wanted the power she possessed, and they

would do anything and everything to get a hold of it and control it.

"Capture her soul before it fully leaves her body," said Lady Michelle, clearly pleased with how things turned out.

Five men all wearing white robes came forward, the old man included, and they all

took out gourds whilst chanting some sort of soul-binding spell. Large chains slithered out of

the gourds like snakes coming out of their dens. A whitish see-through being started to

appear and form as the chains started to wrap around it. An ethereal version of Mona took shape, her spirit had been caught. She let out an utterly terrifying shriek that broke all the

windows even though we were miles away from the castle, the caves, and entrances

caved in. A dark cloud formed and covered the night sky as if a large blanket had been laid

upon the world, the clouds began to roar as thunder and lightning started to form. The

lightning kept on getting greater and greater and struck Mona's spirit. The spell was taking effect

as an electrical cage began to assume its structure. Her screams and screeches faded away

as she was being subdued.

Daria screamed No! Her body recoiled and began to convulse. She felt heat all over her body as it radiated through her. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in her direction, the ground shook. Then she heard a faint voice calling her name.

"Daria!!"

"Daria."

"Daria, please wake up. Daria, wake up, please." Said a voice as it got louder.

"No, I need to help them" Daria yelled at the voice.

Suddenly, a black hole started to form and everything and everyone was sucked in. Daria

tried to use her powers, but she couldn't, the darkness consumed her and pulled her towards what looked like a tunnel full of her memories.

Daria cried at the voice and begged it to take her back. A black hole pulled her and when she tried to open her eyes she was hit by a sudden bright light. She closed them again and slowly opened them as her eyes got used to the light. She then woke up, drenched in sweat and

breathing heavily, as she looked around her new surroundings confused. It took her a while to realize that she was back at her

psychologist's office and that she was safe.

A 5ft 4 (1.63 metres)petite woman stood in front of her, who she immediately recognized as Tory Evans, her Psychologist. Tory had short red hair that fell neatly on her round-shaped face, sky-blue eyes and long eyelashes, and full plump lips with red lipstick. She opted for a natural look, so she didn't bother herself with too much

makeup. She had chocolate brown fair skin that was to die for. Furthermore, she wore a white shirt and a black blazer and a black pencil skirt paired with red heels. Tory, went around her desk and took wipes out and handed them to me.