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[Sadira Reflov]

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Stab...sharp...pain moving down the arms feeling as if the skin were being ripped apart. Soon again, stab..sharp..pain moving down the leg, was there anything left of her. The pain shooting to all nerve endings making it feel as if her body was being torn apart. The pain...happy thoughts happy thoughts...think of James..James...a stab that was too much...


Penny screamed out as she guarded her stomache looking around in a desperate attempt to get her barrings...wiping her forehead. Blood dripping from her head, her nose...a puddle forming around her. Gaze looks about frantically, her sides were ripped apart the blood pooling about her. Laughter and snide remarks echoing in her ears...voice fading in the distant, was she dying? She couldn't not now...she didn't say good bye. James standing, strapped to the dungeon wall, look of defeat upon his face, shackles so tight about his wrist drawing more blood. The taste of it filling her mouth now. Looking again, his heart ripped out and now held above her head dripping his blood all over her head mixing with hers. His blood was now in her mouth choking gasping for air trying to spit it out. Pieces of shredded heart come out instead. James life force draining slowly. Penny finally able to spit the blood and heart out screams out!

James!


Feverishly and weak she looks around. James at her side looking upon her concerned. She looks around noting no blood...she reaches for James to ensure he is real. He is and he is unharmed. Sweat droplets forming along her brow not blood. Laying back she rests, her body shivering. The night mares were too much of a memory for her. Her mind drifting back to the other night.

She was happily straightening about the cathedral, cleaning and polishing. She heard a noise, when she was grabbed about the waist. It was him. He had taunted her earlier, bringing back an image of a time she had forgotten. Dragging her into the portal and back to that place. This time he has more people with him. First it started with just one other then slowly grew to 3 or 4 more. By the end she wasn't sure, there could have easily been 6-9. The rude remarks, the comments about others. How many others had they taken? Were any of them still alive? No matter how hard she tried to fight them, the more aggressive and angerier they become. Ripping her clothes off, punching her in the face and back. The one blow to the neck, was enough to knock her out. As she laid there she could feel the blood trickling down her face and neck. The feel of a warm wet tongue licking the blood like a thirsty dog lapping up its water. The pain and the feel of knowing someone was touching her in manner made her cringe. The woman came and helped them along with more torture. The taste of the blood and heart they forced her to eat, still lingered in her mouth. She wondered if she would ever get that taste out of her mouth. She forgot what made her go out again, she just remembers the sheering pain she felt along her arm, then her leg. She felt it again on the other side. Twin markings causing triple the pain. She could only imagine what they were doing to her. She kept her eyes closed, in hopes of finding that area in her mind to try and move away from it all. Then it was her back..her lower back..the burn..the ripping. What were they doing back there. The final straw was the sharp pain i at her stomache. It was that the pushed her over, and all else was finally black. She could only withdraw in that happy place in her mind, finally where the wedding of her dreams was taking place. As eternity seemed to pass, she began to hear voices...but not the voices from before. These ones were familiar..ones she knew...she felt oddly now, safe. Had she passed over finally? Did they finally kill her? She tried to open her eyes, but they seem too frightened as to what they may see. She felt a soothing touch, and sweet lullabye. Her body that felt weak soon felt stronger. She did not know what had happened and she was frightened to know where she was...believing she passed over. Finally light seeped through her eyelids and she saw familiar faces. The pain still lingering and the thought she was alive and home made her cry, but only a single tear escaped. Closing her eyes again she melt into the safety feel of home.

Penny comes back to reality, the here and now and looks about the room James had her tucked away in. She pulled the covers up to her neck as she laid there. Her mind racing wondering if this was the end of her torture or the begining. What of the others, they mentioned? She curled up into a ball trying to stay awake. The nightmares that awaited her in sleep, made her pray to never sleep again.
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