Beaten

You felt the woman come over, and she quickly flicked a shed of your tunic down, covering you slightly. You let out a cry of fear as she grabbed your good arm, and she put the stiff leather cuff on your upper arm. You shook, your body limp, laying on the floor. Your hair was a matted mess of blood, your body completely covered in it. Dried brown blood. Your skin would never be the same, all scares, everywhere, bruises, you were broken, everything about you, a child, only 12 years old, completely broken. She put the other side of the cuff on your other arm.
You breath came as short gasps as you looked up at the woman. This one had starlight hair, and stunning grey eyes. Your eyes grew wide in terror. You looked away and you cried to yourself, you closed your eyes then you suddenly felt someone pickup the chains, and you cried out as you were drug across the floor. Your head fell limp as you momentarily lost conciousness. You suddenly felt your body being lifted and you felt the chains hooked on something, and you felt a tearing pain at ylur shoulders as you hung by your arms. A strip of leather was placed around your neck as you tried to keep conciousness. It chocked you just enough that you could breath, but you were ligh headed and in pain. You suddenly felt a tension on your neck as the strip was tightened and hung on the hook. You were hanging by your arms and neck, when suddenly you felt a bucket of water poured over you, and you screamed a horse scream. You felt like you were drowing, as your body heaved for air. You heard a snap as a whipped was against the wall. Your body flinched as you heard the whip.
“How many of you are there?” you heard the woman ask she was right up close to you and you felt her lay her hand on your upper thigh. Your body trembled as you gasped. You were just a kid, a child, you felt soo small and you were supposed to be protected by adults, and by your parents. But instead they beat you, and hurt you. You couldn’t move, and you could feel the whip breaking your skin and you would scream, but no sound came out. The only thing you wanted to do was die.
you let out a breath, anable to form words. But you felt a slap across your face. Your body was exhausted and you let yourself go limp, despite the pain. Talking had exhausted you. Your leg was at a grotwque angel, and your arm was disgusting.
You felt the woman prod your limp body, and you did nothing as you took a breath. You felt the chains released and you slid down to the ground in a heap, your body giving a twitch of after shocks, tears were on your face, clearing paths from the dirt that made you look even more pathetic. You were covered in blood like it was mud. You were sure you looked like some while animal, a monster, that was al you were.
You heard the woman say something. You couldn’t move. You felt someone pick you up, and you tensed and cried, and you were laid down on the cot. Your body was a dead weight. One of them lifted your head as they replaced the blood stained pillow. You were covered, but you couldn’t move. No one had ever tucked you into bed gently before, and even in your dead state, you couldn’t help but remember what the gentle hands felt like as they pulled the blanket up to your chin. It was strange, your body was becoming slightly numb. It was a sick recollection, the pillow and blanket blood stained. You were being tucked into bed, but Your chest rose and fell, your ribs showing as the gaping holes in your tunic exposed your chest. You had no energy and you felt your arm fall off the cot and hang limply. The two people stoped and looked at you. You had no idea what they were saying as they spoke in their language. You felt attention being given to your arm and leg. You were limp as you felt your leg and arm braced tightly in splints. You screamed as your leg was straightened, but all that came out was a rush of breath, you could not longer speak. You closed your eyes and hoped you wouldn’t wake up.
You suddenly felt a hand behind your head. You looked up, your breath taling off again. You saw the woman, and she gently poured some water inot your mouth, you felt it wet your dry mouth, moistening your cracked lips. You started to choke on the water, but you couldn’t cough because of your ribs. You gasped, and tried to breath. She quickly turned you on your side, and you let the water drain from your mouth in akward heaves. Tears escaped you as you felt her replace your head. You let your eyes stay closed, the utter exhausted taking over your throbbing and screaming body.
“Child, see if you can drink.” She said. You felt your conciousness slip away.
He was right. The beatings became worse, much worse. It had been a week. Twice a day. They gave you bread, water, and a piece of fruit if you were lucky. You weren't able to eat anymore,for the past two days you couldn't. You jaw was hurting, and when you opened your mouth it hung at an odd angle. You ha been no more than a ragdoll, you couldn’t move and you couldn’t feel your leg and arm anymore. You were waiting to die. The beatings themselves were not so much physical, it was rough handeling, bruising slowly. The sessions were short, a few minutes, and it seemed they had given you a day, you weren’t able to respond to anything anymore, you were waiting around to die.
You heard a boom, as the sound of the door opening and closing registered lazily across your senses. You lay in a crumpled heap of body, where the last people had left you. You were unable to move.
You felt something moving you. Your body was moving, someone was there doing something to you. You couldn't move, and they laid you on your back. You opened your eyes but you just saw a dizzy outline of someone. You closed your eyes, and took a deep trembling breath pain flooding thorugh your body. A sudden recognition flooded over you, you didn’t know who, but you were soo disoriented, that you at least knew you recognized this person. You felt something warm brushing the hair from your face. The touch was gentle, not hurting you like everyone else. Your back was screaming from the huge gashes from the whip. You didn't know what else was broken or hurt, all you knew was during the last three beatings, you were just a limp rag doll, although you had never seen the woman who came the first time again. The last three had been brief. Some of your wounds had been cleaned, nad it seemed that they were letting youheal.
"My god." You heard a breathless vice exclaim.
You forced your eyes open as much as you could, but your vision was blurry, you tried to beg, beg forgivness, but the only sound you could muster was a whisp of a whisper.
You heard another boom, as the door opened again. Your hair was matted, and stuck to your skull with dried blood. You wanted to die soo badly, you had nothing, you didn’t have your mother, you didn’t have your father, you didn’t dignity, you didn’t have a home. You didn’t have help, or love or food or shelter, you only had pain, and that was something you would willing give it up to not exist.

Arya looked up, she saw a procession of people entering the room.
"THIS HASGONE FAR ENOUGH!" She screamed at them, tears in her eyes.
"Arya, I am here to see what the situation is, letho, newa, and seno do not wish to further this, the others, especiall Ejan wish to continue, and I am here to make a decision." Queen islanzadi finished.
"THERE IS NO DECISION! LOOK AT HER! NO BEING SHOULD BE LIKE THIS! EVEN IF SHE IS A SPY, THIS IS JUST SADICSTIC A CRUEL, AND DESPITE ALL THAT, IT IS A CHILD! HAD SHE BEEN AN ADULT, ANY MAGIC WOULD HAVE WORN OFF!" Arya screamed, her blood boiling. She stepped aside, allowing the queen to the prisoner.
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide, a horrified look on her face.
"Who left her like this?" the queen demanded, her voice a weak whisper.
"Ejan, lithen, and Agwro have interrogated her the last five days. We all stopped after the first day, as we are against such methods." Said letho.
"There is no decision mother." Arya said, her voice weak.
You could hear screaming, but it was in a different language. It was the green eyes woman who was near you, you could recognize her voice. She was screaming at someone.
Suddenly you felt yourself lifted off the ground. You opened your eyes but still everything was blurry. This person was soft, it was a woman you could tell, but they weren't holding you like they wanted to hurt you. They had one arm under your knees, and one behind your back. It hurt, but everything was muted in the world.
You could feel movement. Your blood soaked tunic was stiff and scratchy against your skin as it had dried since your last beating, although some rags of it were glued to the raw cuts and gashes with dried blood. You struggled to breathe, your chest practically destroyed. Your loud gaspes hurt your throbbing head as youtried to get breath in the akward position.
You felt another hand on your forhead. It was a gentle touch, soft familiar.
You drifted out conciousness once again.
You opened your eyes, and you let out a silent scream as you felt your entire body burning. Your raw skin was exposed and screaming in agony. You tried to move as you let out a silent acream, your entire body was burning. You looked down with a dizzy sensation, and saw that your tunic was being removed in strips that were stuck to your raw skin. You were hiperventalating as you saw that your entire torso was raw skin, whith meager patches of bruises and untouched skin. You screamed again as you moved, but it was just a rush of air. Suddenly you felt a hand on your forhead, and the pain suddenly stopped as everything in the world was suddenly muted, all sensation was muted. Your head fell back on the pillow and you looked up. You saw the green eyes woman. Tears fell from your eyes as they grew wide in fear. You were weak, as you stared at the woman, it was the only thing you could do. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she went and suddenly you gasped in fear as you saw her hand coming down towards you. You closed your eyes, and turned your head, whimpering in pain. You felt a gently stroke on your cheek. You jaw hung slack as you were unable to breath through your broken nose. You opened your eyes and looked at the woman, fear still in your eyes.
“Rest now.” She said. She said something else in their languae, and you were put to sleep.