Beaten

You layed with your eyes closed. You were becoming concioius to sleep again. You stayed asleep, thinking about what the woman said, thinking about the strange bond you had suddenly felt to her.
You heard a slamming,and you knew it was the wooden door. Your head exploded in pain, and You pulled yourself out of sleep and started to focus your vision when you felt your body being lifted, and the seams under your arms and around your neck were cutting intoyour skin. You looked and saw a man had a hold of your tunic, and was lifting you two feet off the ground. For the second time in the past day you wet yourself, as you started to shake uncontrollably. You were dizzy, and your hair was matted in the back with hard blood.
"How did you get past the guards?" He demanded. He like the woman had beautifully angled features, by far one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. He was clean shaven, no trace of a beard, with almond eyes, and starlight silver hair that was long and flowing and was held back by a circlet of silver above his brow. He looked like a gentleman at first, like a young man who would hold you and comfort you gently, but the look in his eyes replaced that look that was sheer terror to you. You groped at his hand with yours, your left hanging limp. You closed your eyes in pain as you cried.
"I don't-don't know! I-I just followed the river!" you gasped in a whisper. He let you drop, and you landed on the cot, but your broken leg sent a blinding pain through you body and you screamed and writhed on the cot. Suddenly you felt a large hand slam down on your chest knocking the wind out of you, his hand could hold you down. You looked at him in terror, memories of men using using, putting themselves in side you flashing through your mind you didn’t understand why they did that, but it was worse than being beatin,
“NO! NO I DON’T WANT TO PLAY! NO!!!” You screamed, with his body looming over yours. Your hands instincitly went down to your private area and you held yourself desperately. His eyes flashed with understanding as he furrowed his eyebrows. He pulled away and was silent staring at your hudled form. This man was soo much bigger than you, your were terrified of him trying to use you, he would crush you. You sobbed, sounding like a pathetic animal. Your unbroken hand held your crotch as you rocked in terror. Of all the things, it was when the men used you that was the worst.
"You didn't just walk right into the heart of Du Weldenvarden. Were the guards ambushed?" he asked quietly.
You shook your head no, your back still to him, as your hudled form stayed on the cot. He was tall, maybe 6'5" and was very muscular, without an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a russet tunic, with an under shirt, a belt, tall boots, and loose light leather pants.
He grabbed you and turned you over, and put his hand on your chest, He pushed down harder, and the wood groaned under the weight, and you pounded on his hand weakly the pain was horrible. You tried to breathe, but your breath couldn't fight his strength. Your right hand scratched at the wall, and you could feel your nails ripping and breaking, waring off the skin in your frantic movements.
"Tell me how you got through!" he hissed, you let out a sob of fear, your body was shaking soo badly. He let the pressure off your chest, allowing you to breathe again. You gasped for air, your head screaming from the sudden burst of oxygen.
"I j-j-just r-ran!" you gased out.
He slapped you, and your head wrenched to the side. He sprained your neck in the process.
Suddenly you saw him reaching to his belt and he pulled out a whip. You screamed, and tried to get away. Your back was already a mass of huge scars from every type of whip imaginable. You fell off the bed, and backed into the corner, balanceing on one leg, the other hanging grotesquely, your body was covered in sweat from the agonizing pain of your leg.
He snapped it down, leaving a dent in the compact earth floor, and you screamed in dispare as you hid your face. You stood, your back turned to him as you cried, holding your face in your hands.
You felt him come up behind you, and you looked up at him in terror.
“no, mama, please, mama help me.” You sobbed, your eyes wide and locked onto his as you slid down the floor in weakness. but he picked you up by the the chest of your tunic, and he could smell that you had c ompletely lost control of yourself.
"I don’t want t to stain this, tell me, and I won’t have to." He hissed. He let go of your chest.
"No one w-w-was there! I w-was scared! I ran!” He dropped you and you sobbed on the ground. You hled your legs in close, and your amrs, huddeling in a feedle position your back to him, waiting for the blow.
"MAMA, mommy, help me, daddy please!" you sobbed to yourself, hoping she would come help you, hoping that for once she would hear your plea. It was all you could do to scream for your mother.
It came fast and deadly. You screamed as you felt the horrid stinging on your upper arm, and across your back. You felt the feeling leave your arms, for a moment as your back spasmed in pain. You screamed as your body wrenched out, and convulsed. The marks were deep, like the shade's. These people were just as strong as the shade, and they knew torture as well.
He continued to ask the same question and he whipped you time after time. He picked you up by the neck,and flung you onto the cot. Hot blood spilled onto the white sheets of the cot, and you scream in agony.
“MOMMY!” you screamed as you cried.
Finally he ripped your body around, and you tumbled to the floor at his feet.
"h-help, mama" you begged, you were in soo much pain.
He snapped the whip by your head and you thought your screamed but you couldn’t make sound anymore, and attempted to move away, but he grabbed your limp form.
"Each day, each day this will get worse. You can make it stop." He said. He threw you to the ground, turned on his heal and left.
You cried, uncontrollably. Everything hurt, you crawled under the cot dragging your body, hiding in the confined space. You curled your body up, and let yourself go.
"Mama, mama, MAMA WHY? Why mommy! P-please just this once mama, help me!" you breathed. You rocked slightly not knowing what else to do. You just layed there and let yourself go, hiding in the only place you could, you went to sleep.
A little while later, you heard the door slam, you stayed whimpered in fear clutching to your pillow. You were having trouble breathing, and there was soo much blood everywhere. It was all over you, your face was covered in dried blood. You didn’t look like a person anymore, but a monster, a creature at best, and you knew you were going to die. You saw boots, you could tell it was a woman, a different woman, but she was followed by a man. You began to shake, you watched them enter the cell. You started to cry, knowing they could hear you. You could hear them murmer, in their language. You saw the man come closer, and he got on his knees. You covered your heard with your arms, trying to hide your body. You felt him grab your broken leg, and you screamed. He started to pull you, but you could feel the skin streatching, and he would rip your leg off.. He suddenly stopped, seeing what he was doing. He let, go, and grabbed your other leg. You screamed just as loudly. He started to drag you out. You grabbed onto the floor with your hands, your fingertips digging into the earth floor. You could feel them bleed, as they pulled you out.
"MOMMY MOMMY HELP, MOMMY!” You screamed, your voice strained,barely making sound. They finally got you out, and you curled up into a ball, hugging the pillow like it was your savior. You just needed something to clutch to, and at least the pillow would allow you to hold it, it protected you, kept you warm. The pillow was hard and brown, covered in your blood. You felt like your heart was going to give out. You nuzzled your face against it, muttinering your mantra, the word mommy over and over again.
You felt it wrenched away, and you cried, terrified, loosing control of your bowels as you saw them holding their whip, and leather to bound your hands.
You stuggled to sit up, and you leaned backwards, against the cold metal bars. Your raw skin pressed against them, pressing as far away from the people as possible. You suddenly felt an agonizing burning sensation, realizing the bars were burning you. You dove away throwing your weak body away from the pain, shaking, unable to breath, unable to think. Then you felt the first strike, seeing stars, and wishing you were dead. You gasped for breath like a fish out of water, unable to move Your naked body was exposed below the waiste, as the strikes from the whip had shredded your underwear and tunic. Your underwear had fallen off, yet you didn’t have the strength to cover yourself.