11-09-2007, 04:26 AM
Tossing, turning…restlessness.
Selena tried to back away, but Khaine grinned, catching her wrist and tossing her towards the thrones. Sitting on top of them, her mother and father, bound by shadows holding them still, all under Khaine’s control, and all waiting specifically for her. Her parents looked on in horror…not only was Selena standing with a knife there, trying desperately to throw it away, though she’d been ordered to hold onto it, so it refused to leave her hand…but she also stood nude, entirely, Khaine not allowing his little pet to dress for the occasion.
The Cloaked Figure raised himself up, drawing the claw like appendage off the sheath and licking its tongue across the blade, just trying to get the taste before the blood to compare with after before Khaine stuck his arm back, smirking and shaking his head to his general. “Selena, kill them.”
“K…KILL?!”
Oh she was fighting it…her body was hot…so hot, burning like fire had broken out inside her and on her skin, shaking as if an earthquake were occurring within her very body while the knife raised itself up. She couldn’t stop it, the mystic’s body wasn’t responding to any orders her mind gave, and the knife plunged down, red spraying across the room as Khaine and The Cloaked Figure looked on, Khaine particularly pleased…Multiple birds with one stone…he further breaks Selena’s will by letting her know firsthand that no one of her family will come to save her…he takes care of the mystics, and he furthers Selena’s hate for his very being.
That was apparent, as curses ran out from the princess’s lips as her parents screamed in horror and pain. The things that were being done were and should remain indescribable…Selena wasn’t just murdering her parents, she was torturing them before hand, something Khaine hadn’t ordered, but in a sense, it was prolonging their lives long enough for her to mumble out apologies, and begs of forgiveness, for her to try and apologize for every boy she’d ever injured because they wanted her to have a husband to stand by her, for every time she ever yelled and screamed at them as they tried to make her do anything, every little attempt to undercut their authority over her life…
Tears streamed from the princess’s eyes as that demonic chortle sounded throughout the room over the death cries of the Rulers of the Mystic Realm…
“Fu…Fu…Fu…”
Snapping awake in a cold sweat, Selena caught her breath in her throat, choking and coughing before it cleared, leaving her breathing heavy and disorientated…it didn’t take but a few moments for the true gloom of her situation to settle in, and the realization that the dream itself, or rather nightmare, had been a reality…She wasn’t free either, with the collar still around her neck, sitting naked on the floor by Khaine’s bed, leash attached to her that run up into Khaine’s very hand, though the man was asleep…her one reprieve.
Just like in the nightmare, tears fell in streams across her cheek, and a few sobs echoed throughout the room…this was madness…this was hell itself. Torture uncompromised, nothing but pain and suffering day after day…it was a daily occurrence now after she’d been forced to beg for Khaine to further rob her of her womanhood…there wasn’t blood, not anymore, but before…he’d taken something that could never have been returned, stripped from her like a toy from a disobedient child…
Why was this happening to her…when would it end…
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