Saved By My Slave Mate

Torture Room

Torture Room

Seven: Lyra

I don’t know how long I have been hanging here in the darkness. I doze just to be woken up at every little sound the bugs or rodents make. I shiver as I think about what could be touching my body. I hope nothing starts to nibble on my toes. I was just dozing off once more when I heard the door creek open and suddenly the room is bathed in light. I open my eyes and look around. Thinking I wish they had never turned on the lights as in the room made me shudder.

I hear feet moving as the male that was by the Master’s side almost attached to her hip comes into my view. He has this stupid smile on his face. He is a slave; I can tell because he is dressed as I am. I wanted to ask him how he could stand to teat others like himself this way. It makes no sense to me. I watch wondering what he is going to do when he snickers at me. He leans close to my neck and whispers in my ear. “If I’m a good boy hopefully I will get to fill you.” I’m shocked at what he has said to me. How could another slave be so brutal to one of their own? It was unthinkable to me and I think he forgot that my legs are not tied down. I bring my knee up as hard as I could. I hear him gasp as he falls to the ground in a fetal position.

Did he not know what I did to that horrible male outside while I had my hands held behind my back? Did he seriously think that I would let him get away with his lewd remarks towards me? I so wanted to kick him again but held myself back as I watched him crawl back to the door. He used the wall to crawl up until he was standing. Looking at me with an evil look. “I’ll be happy to hear your screams.” He says before limping out the door. Now that I have light and can see what’s around me. I start to feel nervous; I know what these are from the history I was made to learn.

As I look around the small room a shiver of fear runs through me at all of the tortures devices that I see. On my right-hand side, I see a table holding different tools of the trade if you will. There is a whip along with a couple of knives. What really catches my attention is the Heretics Fork that is laying there. I search my memory backs and shudder. This it a double ended two sharp prongs on each end with a strap in the middle. This double-ended fork is used to strap to a person neck while chained to the ceiling like I am. One end will rest under your throat as the other end rests on your chest. This keeps the prisoner from falling to sleep because each time they nod off the sharp ends will pierce the body at the same time.

I look to the next object in the room and see what looks to be an Iron Maiden. There is a difference to this one though. Instead of being a solid structure, it is made out of strips or iron so you can see the person standing inside of it. On the inside it has sharp spicks sticking out to puncture the body when leaning in any direction. When locked inside you have to stand straight or be impaled by these spicks that start at the neck and go all the way down the body. Looking at it I see dried blood all over is making me wonder how many innocent lives it has taken.

The last object in the room is the devise called The Rack. This is a waist high table that has cuffs for the hands and feet with cranks attached to each one. This is used to tighten down and pull the arms and legs out of joint. Sometimes to tear the arms and legs completely off of the victim. I close my eyes as I take a good look at the floor under the table and notice more dried blood stained along with dirt and what looks like human among other feces littering the floor. A whole-body shiver races over me as I feel sorrow for all the poor souls that had lost their lives in this room. I feel tears run down my face as I hear the door open and three different voices reach my ears. I keep my eyes closed at they come closer. I don’t want them to see the tears in my eyes but I guess it is too late.

They stop in front of me and everything goes quiet. I open my eyes slowly and find Master, The Queen, and Star standing in front of me. The Queen is the only one to speak to me and I just stare at her. “Who are you and where did you come from?” She grabs me by my chin and squeezes. “You will answer my questions little one or you will be in a world of pain.” She stares me in my eyes and asks me the same question once again. “Who are you and where did you come from?” When I still giver her no response she slaps me across the face hard. I know she has left a handprint on my cheek. It is throbbing like the dickens but still I kept my mouth shut. Not even a whimper leaves me.

The Queen stares at me in what looks like confusion. She steps back and asks her companions, her eyes never leaving me. “Does she speak or is she mute?” This is when Star opens her mouth. “Oh, she can talk. I heard her talking to the slave who was feeding her the first night we had her.” All three women remain quiet as they stare at me. “Where was she found?” I watch as Star smiles. “When we attacked a small camp of women and children on the eastern seaboard. One minute we were chasing down two women and the next it was like she just appeared out of thin air.” The Queen steps forward and really looks at me up and down. She clutches onto my face once more and looking deep into my eyes. “Could it be?” I hear her whisper as she looks at me. “Could what be, my Queen?” Master asks. I watched as she steps back and shakes her head. “Nothing.” Torture her without doing major harm and get my answers. Then bring her to me on the morrow.”

After saying that the Queen walks around me to the door which is located behind me. I hear a slam and I flinch not knowing what to expect next. The Master looks at Star. “Daughter, can you handle this without letting your rage take you over. You cannot kill her she has to be able to walk on her own in the morning.” I watch as a hate filled expression comes over her face. “I will have no problems mother. If I, can’t I will call for one of the guards to come and take over.” I watch as Master walks behind me and I hear the door open and close behind me. I don’t flinch this time as I’m not going to show this woman any weakness no matter what.

I watch her as I am willing my magic to the furthest part of my mind so I’m not tempted to use it to heal or hurt the woman in front of me. I have to look at the bigger picture. I’m not strong enough to take on this whole village just by myself and I won’t leave innocents to be tortured and die by themselves. I watch as Star picks up a knife and walks back to me with a smile on her face. “I really don’t care if you talk or not. I will torture you until dawn breaks then have you cleaned and healed just so I can do it again. Then when the fights start you will have no energy and I can watch as the animals tear you to sheard. I hope I’m close enough to get the fullest pleasure of it all.”

As she says this the knife is pointed at my neck as she brings it down swiftly cutting my sack down the middle. She hits skin on the way down leaving a trail of blood in its wake. I don’t react which I think pisses her off as she tears the garment away from my body. She takes the whip and snaps it a couple of times on the ground next to me trying to get a reaction from me. I know it’s stupid that she will make it hurt more if I keep quiet. But I just can’t give her the satisfaction of hearing me scream. I picture my safe place in my mother temple as we are kneeling and praying. Of how she always spoke to me as if I meant something to her.

I feel the first lash and grit my teeth staying in my memories. My mother genital smile. Her always telling me that I am the lock that when released by my key magical things will happen for me. That I will be complete in ways few other have been gifted. I don’t know how much time has passed as when I open my eyes I’m no longer being hit. The lights are still on but I am the only one in the room. A sigh of relief hits me. I try to move and I feel tears rolling down my face as my body screams out in pain. I can feel the lash marks starting at my shoulder blades down to balls of my feet. She left no patch of skin unmarred. I look down my front and see where the whip had curled around my body. I sigh as the tears trail down my face once more. I hear the creak of the door open and softly close. I tense waiting for more torture.