Thunder Rolls

  I'm laying on coals as hot as the ninth circle of hell.  My flesh is blistering and there is this screeching noise all around me.  I can only assume the screeching is me cause, ya know, the coals.  I feel the silver burn my wrists and ankles as I feel myself chained.  I can barely see, let alone breathe.  Darkness slowly takes me, and I welcome it.   Now I am flying. No, wait, not exactly.  I'm... I'm... hanging. I'm hanging naked with silver cuffs on my wrists and ankles, with my limbs spread out in all directions exposing my ample breasts and virginal flower. I look like a perverted starfish. My feet don't touch the ground, which isn't such an accomplishment since I am only 5'2'. My eyes are covered, that or I've finally gone blind from pain, or insanity.  I hear a door creak, then keys, lastly the cell door.  The stench that wanders in my cell makes me gag.  All of a sudden I hear a loud crack in the air and feel a sharp pain on my toned stomach. A total of five lashings were given, and my guess is the whip was laced with wolfsbane because the darkness is back, ready to claim me once more.   I can't move without excruciating pain.  It feels like every bone has been broken and re-broken numerous times. I am laying on the floor, my long blond hair spread around me and I am laying in a pool of blood I can only assume is my own.  I have no idea how long I have been unconscious for this time.  Waking up this time was more difficult.  My body didn't want to wake up, it wanted to sleep, by my brain was sending off alerts trying to force me awake.  Then I smelled it. Smoke. Next thing I know I am being lifted up but all I can see are a pair of the most beautiful grass green eyes and smell the delicious scent of sandalwood and honey.  As I am being lifted I realize I am still bleeding and I hear muffled screams.  There is so much chaos I can't make any sense of it.  Then, as if right on cue, the darkness reclaimed me.    And that's all I remember.  All I remember from my first 19 years on this planet.