The rogue assassin

Torture with a twist

I have no idea how long I have been here for. They threw me into the dungeon without any source of food and water. There was nothing in here but stone bricks. There was no window, which meant no sunlight or tool to tell how long I was locked up in here. I knew they tried to weaken me first before making me suffer. It was getting harder to move every minute and I was fighting to keep my guard up. I fought against the tiredness but lost eventually. Unfortunately, did not let me sleep for long. They kept on making loud noises the moment I drifted to sleep. The handcuffs now sliced through some muscle tissue and I knew that if I left these cuffs on for much longer, I was going to lose both of my hands. The big iron door was pushed open by a weird-looking man. By weird looking, I mean a black robe just like the others, but unlike them, he also had a black mask covering his eyes. He stood before me grabbing some black gloves from the pocket of his robe. He pulled them on slowly but I had no idea why. He smelled like ashes. Yeah, ashes. It was as if he burned something or someone first before heading in here. I tried to sit up straight but failed as my arms were no longer coöperating. I still tried to challenge him by looking straight up to him. This resulted in a punch to my face which made me see stars for a second. I spat out some blood before wiping my lips to my shoulder. He pulled me up from the ground and dragged me down the hall. The handcuffs sliced even deeper into my muscles as the weird man used that to drag me with him. He was walking way too fast. My legs couldn’t hold up and gave away under the pressure. My body hit the cold, stone tiles and for a moment I wanted to stay there. Luck was not really on my side as I got kicked by the man afterward. He pulled me back up by my hair and pushed me forward. We walked over to a huge staircase, one which I had never seen before. Contrary to my expectations, we walked further down. This meant no trail by the council but an immediate punishment. The man opened a barred door and threw me into the small room before closing it again. I tried to push against the door but it wouldn’t budge. I turned around defeated only to see two guys standing in the same room. They were heavily built like bodybuilders or so. I swallowed an invisible lump in my throat and took a step back. Were they here to kill me? I was in no state to fight back? A crackling sound echoed through the room before turning into a voice. I followed the noise and saw a tiny speaker hanging on the left side of the ceiling. “My beloved sons. The woman before you is a traitor. She jeopardized our operation out of selfishness". I did not like the way it was going. The voice continued. "My verdict is… beaten close to death. Oh, and how about we lay her body out before the daisy moon pack! She will either die before them or be killed by them. I hope for the latter one. How fun would it be to be killed by your soulmate?” I recognized the voice. It was the elder lady herself giving the orders. A chilling laugh was heard through the speakers before she gave the final order to attack. The guys gave a quick nod to a camera that was placed next to the speaker. The connection broke afterward. I took the guys in. They did seem strong but their sizes would make them slower. The perfect way to survive this is to be faster and smarter than them. I rolled my shoulders and took a stance. The hope I had before the fight vanished soon. They surrounded me. The first one threw a punch which I dodged. The second guy knew I was about to dodge. He grabbed my hair close to my head to hold me in place. The first guy smiled and relaxed visibly. I tried to escape which earned me a fist to my stomach. They used me as a punching bag, taking turns in beating the crap out of me. I felt some bones breaking but I never gave up. I kept on fighting until there was no energy left. That’s when they brought out a whip. They slashed my skin open at every opportunity, making me crawl on the ground in a fetus position. My blood made hot streaks across my back and arms before cooling me off. I was shaking like a leave right now. Tears were running down my face and darkness was threatening to take over. That’s when they stopped the torture. The door opened and I relaxed for a second until I realized they came back in. This time with more tools. They threw me into a chair before strapping me onto it. I tried to break free but there was no power left in my body. I felt limb. One of them came close to my face, showing me a small and dull knife. I prayed for this to be over soon. That he would just let me bleed out. I had nothing left anyway but he did the thing I least expected. He ripped off the sleeve of my shirt and started to cut away the brandmark of the rogue assassins. Skinning my shoulder alive. I screamed at the top of my lunges and eventually passed out.

I woke up sometime later. Well, not fully, because the amount of pain made me pass out again. The only thing I noticed before the darkness took over was that someone carried me away. Eventually, I heard a loud thump and felt some more pain crashing through my veins. I was so tired. Too tired to even close my eyes. I saw so much but I could do so little. I drifted away deeper into the darkness.