Dragon's Only

***Talking is mentioned in " " while thinking is mentioned in ' '. *** ***This is a dark chapter of abuse and torture. User descrition advised. For readers who can't read it through its a chapter about imprisonment. You can still get the story from the next chapter. **** Unknown POV - I look up at the sky through a small window guarded by magical iron bars. It's dark now and all I see are shiny stars. How much I long to fly again spreading my wings. I live in a small dungeon cell. The only light comes through the window. That's the only way I know day and night. That's how I keep the count I have been here. For a normal soul it will be lifetime worth of imprisonment. Yet for my kind its meagre. I am the only one left for my kind. I look at my feet shackled in magical iron chains. The chains are not sturdy. But the magic impressions carved on them prevents them to be broken. "Broken!", I sigh. 'Yes that's what I am.' I try to begin a conversation with a beast that's not willing to respond back. I know he is awake somewhere there, may be just doesn't want to surface. On another thought, he probably can't. He is draining his magic to keep me alive from the number of tortures that we have faced together. Looking at the stars I close my eyes and doze off. A sudden banging of iron bars wakes me up, I look at the man in golden armour with high boots. Inside he is wearing a tight spandex, polyester, nylon material mix outfit for easier movements. He looks at me with a frown. A special weapon in his hands than can fire electric bolts at the same time can become a sword for close contact battles. Each guard has their elemental weapons. In the pitch dark dungeon, I can see his glowing amber eyes. This makes me realise it's not morning yet. As soon as he notices am awake, the sturdy cell door opens and in walks 2 more guards dragging my feeble body out. I am dragged along a long corridor. I can feel cold stone under my body. Other than my brains I don't think anything else functions and yet here I am tried for the nth time for who knows what experiment. The guards dragging me mutters and growls under the breath. I guess they hate to carry me. But am certain, they are not kind hearted to just let me be. I am taken to a room with bright lights. Closing my eyes to adjust to my surroundings and opening them for a few times. I see a table where am suddenly thrown on. The cold metal pierces through my body. On the sides of the room is a huge mirror. For the first time in very very long time I see myself. Shocked! All I see is bones and skin wrapped around it. For an instance this feels distant. "Is that..", I stutter and don't get to finish 'me'. My words were so faint that I don't think anyone heard it. After years of torture, I have forgotten just how much of a toll my body could take. I see a few men in clean white uniforms wearing masks. They wore something like the PPT kits as if I was contagious. What I was failing to comprehend is the mirror to my left. What would a mirror do. I would understand a glass where the experiment was looked upon. 'But a mirror here!' Through the mirror I finally notice a wall full of sharp equipments. 'What kind ..' sadly I knew these were for me. Everything in the room was for me. Everything served a purpose. Cold shakle and cuffs clicked in place. The guards walked out the room taken by these three experimentalists. Two on my right were choosing a small sharp knife. One was preparing swabs. For reasons unknown I kept looking at the mirror. To my horror they started cutting my chest and abdomen. A pain of my skin being pierced arose, for a moment my eyes glowed crimson red as the pain subsided a bit, I looked at the mirror. 'Oh heavens!' .. I began to shout to the top of my lungs. to see the horror in front of eyes unfolding. The layer of bloody skin were pulled out of the man laying in front of me. 'Wait. When did the man come in. Am I hallucinating.' A pause in my thoughts and the eyes shown again in dull crimson red. The pain of a lifetime occured again. I shrieked. It felt like no voice left me. I turned to my left. The man was still there writhing in immense pain. The eyes of the men in uniforms showed no mercy as if they had done it a thousand times. Skin after skin was being pulled out. 'How many layers were there?' Suddenly a voice inside my head says, "Have you forgotten? Am healing you. Do you think you would survive this a moment longer without me?" 'Did I just hear my beast or rationality?' "Who do you think? " After a pause. "I will stop now, it's taking my left over magical reserve to cure you. Hang in there. Your healing will slow down. It will be painful. ... They want to rejoice to see you in pain. " The beast went into the depths of my mind. The pain was too much as I saw the man' skin being pulled out from the whole body. 'Wait.' "Is that.." 'me?' As pain increased, I shrieked, tears rolled down the corner of my eyes. The ragged body before me lay in bloodied horror. It was dripping blood. To my nightmare, they cut my wrists and placed small bowls on the ground to collect blood. My blood. At some time the pain became one with me. It felt like it was over as I dozed off to sleep. Possibly my body mended itself when I slept. Because I was woken up again to go through the torture. And again. I lost the count when I finally couldn't take it any more. I dozed for good. At some point I could feel the cold floor under my body. I squeezed my eyes while being dragged. All I saw was a trail of blood. My eyes closed. After a while I felt cold shakle around my feet. I dozed off completely.