My Three Mates

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I am lying awake in a prisoners cage, my body tense against the cold cement floor, and the urge to throw up is great. The smell of death and rotting flesh burns my nostrils. I hear the familiar creak of the door opening, and it surprises me. I don’t know if my best friend is alive, and it sucks. Not knowing something leads to my imagination, and that isn’t always a good thing.

Think of all the people who have killed each other for not knowing. I watch her walk in gracefully, her blue eyes the same amount of fire in them, she looks down at me, pure anger and hatred in her eyes.

“Just because you are my brother’s mate doesn’t mean you can escape punishment.” Her voice is dark, mischievous even. She’s planning something. A guard stands next to her, and he is looking at me with pity in his eyes. He leads me to another room, one that is bordered with windows, and behind all the windows are people watching, either reluctantly, or very excited to watch me be in pain. Very few look terrified for me with the exception of a set of twins in the corner, and they seem like they were forced to sit here and watch my punishment.

I stand, awaiting whatever punishment, my head facing downwards, I feel the curious looks of watchers burning holes all over my body, and it’s getting annoying. I suddenly feel a sharp, intense pain in my back, and it hurts more as time goes by. I fall forward, allowing my knees to give way. I smell the metallic scent of my blood. She whipped me! The sting burns my skin, as she continues to hit me, her movements precise and calculated. Tears sting my eyes, I bite my lip trying to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to leave me.

The pain causes my vision to blur, becoming unreliable completely. I’m so dizzy, it’s like running five miles unprepared without stopping, with an added burning and stinging sensation on your back. I am almost completely covered in my own blood. She has developed a rhythm. One. Two. Strike!

I hear a yell and then arguing. I can’t turn to see who, too much pain. I am lying on my stomach, trying to let go of my pain. It hurts, any stimuli hurts.

She had covered the whip with silver and wolfsbane vines with thorns. The silver burns in every vein inside of my body.

I don’t deny my strength as a supernatural, but at this moment, I wish I am dead.