SHARD: The Prince Who Was Promised

Episode 9: Body

Episode 9: Body

Wakey wakey, hello there my good friend, how are you? This guy was truly nuts, he was sawing my hand in half and while I was evidently screaming in pain, this asshole had the effrontery to ask how I was even though he was the source of my pain.

He sawed through my hand and asked me why I did not answer his question, I was literally boiling inside at this point, I told him I had no idea, perhaps, it was because my f*****g hand was being sawed off, or no, perhaps, the pain of being tortured was probably taking all of my attention, this bastard only laughed, that's all he did, just laughed.

He then looked at my arm and saw just how slow my regeneration had become, my skin had become unbelievably light as well, it would honestly be safe to say that I was dying, death was really now upon me.

He stood up, went into a corner and returned with a slab of really hot metal, I could only look on in horror as he slapped it at my bleeding arm, I was extremely weak but oh my f*****g God, I screamed out in unbelievable pain, that hurt like hell.

I really have no idea what hurt more, losing my arm or my arm burning, as I screamed, this bastard only continued to laugh, like my pain was some kind of sick joke, I looked on as he laughed hysterically and soon enough, he passed out.

I woke up soon enough and as I came to, I begun choking, this bastard was force feeding me some milk, I made sure not to resist though, I needed the nutrition, even if it would only keep me alive, at least, till someone returns.

Soon enough, I had finished the entire bottle, he then laughed at me hysterically, he asked me why I drank like a hungry dog, like that was not enough, this fool was like, oh yeah, you are my dog, my little dog, you eat and drink only when I want, all you are is my dog.

I could only look at him with hatred, I really just wanted to f**k this guy up, he looked at me and with a smile, he asked me why I was such an ungrateful dog and as I continued to stare at him in disdain, he took out two scalpels and well, he took my eyes out with them.

Now that I was blind, he asked me why I liked milk so much if I truly hated milkies, having received no answer, he asked me why his kind was called Milkies, I ignored that question as well since it was obvious, it was because of their skin color but oh well, his next statements showed just how wrong I was.

The reason was not because of their skin color, it was because they were master manipulators, they were really heartless and pretty smart, they were called milkies cause they were experts at milking people of information, that was why they were called Milkies.

He then continued with this, "yes, that's right, the same way I will milk you of your honor and sanity, I'll milk you of everything you possess and leave your mind damaged and broken, do not worry though, I will not touch your memories, after all, what is a man but the sum of his memories, we are made up of only our desires and memories."

I asked him what about God and his soul, this was his epic reply, when you go into a church and see little women and kids laying dead, heads smashed in and babies ripped out of their mothers' wombs, you will realize that there is no God and the monsters who could be heartless enough to imagine and then do something like this truly have no soul.

I though the clown was done but would you believe it? It was not close to being done, he gave this speech almost immediately after saying soul, “War is a funny thing, you see, war enables you to do things that are probably unallowed and unlawful, for example, killing a person was punishable by death but in a war, killing people somehow makes you a hero. Or look at the r**e that goes on or the t*****e I am handing out to you, all this is because of war, and who's fault is this war? Yeah, that's right, ours, so, we must also be the ones to end this war and how would we do this? Oh yes, by wiping out your kind, isn't that right?”

I told him that was correct, the only way to end this war was by wiping out his kind and it had to be done in the most unkind of manners. He laughed and asked me this, don't you find it weird that I can say isn't that right but not is not that right, how was that fair, why was it is that not right that was correct and not is not that right?

I understood what he meant but the more he talked, the more confused I got. I was fully healed now, all I had to do was break through the hard metal wires that had been used to restrain me, according to this moron who's only purpose in life was to t*****e people, they were made of something called tungsten, I was about to start when I heard a voice, it was Khalil, he had just shouted not now, just wait, wait, just f*****g wait, the man torturing him stopped for a bit and as he looked at Khalil, Khalil just plaining told him the truth, he was not talking to him, that's when I understood, he was talking to me, I understood, Khalil was such a genius, how had he known, had he been watching me?

Wow, that was so kind of him, I really had not even noticed he was being tortured, I did not care to look, not even once, I was really happy now, at least, now I know, we were getting out of here, I really just wanted to be back home, like honestly, f**k this place for all I really f*****g care, f**k this shithole, f**k them MIlkies, once I am out, I will kill every milky I see for what this bastard has done to me, I will murder them all for his crime of playing with and desecrating my BODY.....................................................