Phoenix's Discovery and Journey

    The smell of blood and sweat overwhelmed my senses as I came too. Another day in hell, I thought darkly. I looked around me and saw that I was alone. The only indication that someone had been in this cell with me is the fresh puddle of blood. I cringed at the idea of another death. "Poor guy, he was nice. Must have killed him after I past out from my weekly beating."     A scream pierced through the air, followed by laughs and grunts. Another poor soul is being r***d. I cringed as the scream was cut off. Another soul gone. Who knew elves could be so evil. It's not only elves though. There are goblins and trolls too. I hate the trolls the most. They love to r**e and leave large bruises and cuts. It only happened to me once in the time I have been here, but the thought always looms with me.     "Looks like it's your lucky day, grey eyes, you get to come with us." A goblin, followed my two elves came into my cell. The elves unlocked my chains, catching me as I fell to the ground. I wonder what it would be like if they were in my place. Begging for mercy as I torture them.     They dragged me out of the cell and down the hall. I find it rather odd. I'm always tortured in my cell. "Still not going to talk and tell us who you are, are ye?" The elf holding my right arm, asked. I bit my lip and then shrugged. He rolled his eyes. I noticed he looks different from the other elves. He is taller and has silver-blonde hair. His skin is paler and he has blue eyes. He doesn't look evil, but looks can be deceiving.     "I'm sure we will get her to say something sooner or later." The second elf rasped. He was younger and is annoying. He visits me everyday and brags about being free. He drones on for hours on end, thinking that I am going to care. That doesn't matter though. It just shows that he needs a life.     "She has been here for two years, I doubt she will talk any time soon. Here is the room." The door is wide open, giving a good view of the room. The room is filled with all kinds of torture devices. A normal person would panic, but me? I felt like laughing. I laughed once when I was being tortured, I still haven't seen that guard since I did that. I hope I gave him nightmares that day.     "Put her on that table." The goblin ordered. "Make sure she is strapped in tightly."     They strapped me to the table, almost cutting off the circulation in my ankles and wrist. I didn't flinch when I was slapped in the face. Not even a grunt. "Now grey eyes, we are going to do something different. I will tell you my name. I want you to remember the goblin who broke you." He snarled. "I am Sharptooth and I hate petty humans like you." I just looked at him, bored at his threating stance. I am sure he can do better than that.     "What do you want first?" One of the guys asked.     "Give me the sharpest knife." Sharptooth ordered. He pulled my shirt up enough to reveal my stomach. He ran his claws along my skin. "You will be fun." He was handed a sharp knife, gaining an evil grin that would make anyone else beg for mercy.     Sharptooth ran the knife along my side before slowly pushing it into my side. I felt the blood drip down my side. I just continued to watch him. He pushed harder and twisted the knife. I gave a sigh and turned to the ceiling. How do wonder how long this will go on for, I thought.     "It doesn't seem to be bothering her." Sharptooth grunted annoyed. "Moore-Dew, get the cattails." Sharptooth ordered. I smirked. Cattails, now that will be something else. There was dragging and a light grunt. "Let's see how she reacts to this."     "Hopefully we get some reaction." Moore-Dew muttered. There was a whistle and then pain. Instead of crying out, I took the pleasure in laughing. "The b***h is crazy! Who laughs when they are getting tortured?"     "Perhaps she is already broken. You said she has been here two years and hasn't spoken once, Shadow?" Sharptooth asked.     "Not once. Nobody really knows anything about her. She acts like she knows nothing anything. When we ask her what her name is, all she does is just c**k her head and her eyes glaze over." Shadow explained. Sharptooth hummed. He then looked straight at me with a curious glance. "Who are you?" I shrugged.     "Do you remember anything about yourself?" Shadow asked. I grinned and nodded.     "So she only answers yes or no questions?" Sharptooth answered.     "Were you betrayed? Are you on the bad side of this war, if so, we will take you to our queen to serve." I scrunched my nose at the thought of serving someone. I don't think bowing to someone is fun. "She is on the side of good." Sharptooth said.     "Pity." Shadow muttered. I sighed, acting like I was agreeing with him. I then began to look around some more. I then caught sight of a caged white wolf. I caught the wolf's eye and it whined. I stuck my tongue at it. The wolf looked at me offended. I grinned and did it again. The wolf did it back. We continued to do so until the three noticed.       "Would you quite that girl!" Moore-Dew snapped. I looked at him and slowly stuck my tongue out and then pulled it back in. He looked at me like I was insane. "This girl is no longer worth our time."     "She seemed like fun." Shadow complained. He poked my side, causing me to squirm and squeak. He looked at me strangely. "She squeaks. I have never heard a human squeak before." I glowered at him and then turned to the wolf. Pretty wolf.     "Perhaps we should guess her name or r**e her." Sharptooth said. He looked at me to see if I would make a reaction. I only stared at him, not truly caring. "Is your name Hailey, Cory, Ellie?"    "I thought goblins had more sense than that." Moore-Dew grumbled. "Lets take her back to her cell."