I watched with a racing heart and sweaty fingers, as Mr squeaky voice  pulled out some equipment that I had only witnessed in movies. 

Why did he even want to torture me? In the movies, they always needed an information,  but he was quick to pull out his torture tools without even questioning me. I swear he didn't need to do that, after seeing those tools, I could even give up my mom.

I agitated with an anguishing fear.
"What do you want?" I inquired with a wobbly voice.

"I just need you to answer all of my questions truthfully." He replied back.

" Oh, that is no problem at all,  I promise to answer your questions,  please just put down that stuff." I hastily replied.

"Good, now that we are on track, lets move on.
Who are you?"

"Em... Is that a trick question?"

The only reply I got was a stern glare.

"Okay, my name is Jade, JJ for short, I'm twenty years old..."

""Shut your trap right now!  I did not ask you for your background info. You are not a werewolf, so what are you?  And who sent you?"

Damn, what do I say now?

"Tell him you are a witch."

"What! Why would I do that?"

"I don't think he would believe you if you say you are a human.  And you don't have the aura of a Valkyrie,  so you can't say that either."

"Okay."

" I'm a witch."

"Hmm... You don't smell like one."

"Cicero! Witches have a smell?"

" Tell him you lost your powers."

"Yeah, I lost my powers," I replied, making sure to pull my face in a frown to portray  sadness.

"Loosing your powers, won't make your aura change," he stated.

Damn it, what the hell will I do now?

"Really?  Why are you so heartless!  I screamed at him with tears in my eyes. "I just told you I lost my identity,  what made me who I was, and you have the right to question me about it? Have you ever lost your soul? Have you ever watched your whole life leave you? Well, that is how I feel  every time someone questions me about that. I get to remember that I am not whole and I will never be. " Tears had gathered on my neck by the time I was done, I had to hope, he bought my lie.

" Well..." he cleared his throat and went on. " So... how did you get here, I'm sure there is no witch coven anywhere close."

"Yes, I was running away, from my, uh... Coven?" I didn't even know what that meant.

The look he gave me was full of suspicion.

"Now tell me, how did you get into the shield?"

"What shield? " I replied scrunching my nose in confusion. 
"You think I believe that crap you spat out? Claiming you ran away? No one could spot the spell shield, but you and your Valkyrie partner passed through it like it wasn't even there." 

Wow, why do the heavens keep fighting against me?

I swear, I didn't know there was a shield.  I told you I lost my powers, so I can't feel any magic elements."

"Good Redder, you're doing good."

"That doesn't answer my first question,  what were you doing there in the first place? And how did you find our hideout?  Did Alpha Titus put you up to this?  No, he is too oblivious to do that.
Is it Alpha Greg?  No, not him either,  It has to be Alpha Matthew. He put you up to spy on us didn't he?"

If only I knew who all those were, I would have known what to say. But here I was, staring at him like a fish caught in a net.

"Answer my question right now!" Mr squeaky voice's  loud below shook me to the core.

"Who sent you?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I got lost,  no one sent me anywhere."

"Okay, have it your way. I'm going to ask you one more question,  if you don't answer, you are dead.

Where is the blue seal?" 

"Huh! The blue what?"

He picked up a scalpel and began playing with it, flipping it up and catching it again.

"Let me tell you a story,"  he said, dragging a little iron chair,  he placed it in front of me and sat on it.

There was a man named Michael,   he once sat in the very seat you are sitting on right now.

I asked him, some very simple questions which I just asked you and he of course gave me no reasonable answer."

My heart beat increased its pace the longer I listened to his story, this man was a psycho, and I was so scared of what he could do to me. I couldn't even stop him, because no matter how much I wanted to tell him what he asked for, I couldn't and I knew nothing.

"So, I tortured him. I cut his fingers one by one giving intervals of two minutes each, before I cut out the next. He still wouldn't give out the information.

We had fed him a wolf bane for weeks, so he was weak and couldn't heal fast.

He bled for a long while,  but couldn't die. I burnt his face with the strongest silver, but he still wouldn't talk.

So we took his family,  his wife and beautiful daughter,  a six year old. She had no idea why we took her, she even played and ate with me, without knowing her parents were being tortured."

I couldn't listen anymore,  this man is an animal,  so disgusting.  How could someone do something like that. I cried just imagining the horror.  I couldn't stand the thought of going through that.

"Even with the threat of killing the wife and daughter,  Michael refused to talk, even going as far as to bite his own tongue out. 
It was a pity really.  But I had to get that info from him by any means. 

And I did, it wasn't that hard, all I needed was a soul bender, someone to squeeze his soul in the most impossible crucial way.

You asked me if I had ever watched my soul go, my answer is no, but I have watched others say goodbye to their souls. 

Without a soul, he had no zeal to hold on the information any longer and what his mouth couldn't say, his heart gave it out.

I was sobbing by the end of the tale, what kind of sick person is he?

" You may wonder what happened to his family,  his wife was killed even before he went rogue. And his daughter?  A story to another person.

Now do I need to ask again?  Where is the blue seal?"

Oh God, please save me.

"I honestly don't know, I swear, I don't even know what a blue seal is," I cried out in desperation.

All I got in return, was a real sick laugh,  he laughed so hard. " You don't know what a blue seal is? Yeah, right,  next thing you will tell me is you're a human," then he laughed some more.

"You are wasting your time with me, you won't get anything, because I don't even know it, believe me, if I did, I would have given it up a long time ago."

I didn't expect what happened next. He came at me with the scalpel and sliced my lap receiving a loud agonizing scream from me.

I couldn't even hear my thoughts or that of Cicero,  the pain shook me to the extreme.  It wasn't just a slight cut, it was a deep cut to my lap.

"Where is the blue seal?"

" Please don't hurt me," I cried out in pain. " I really have no idea what you are talking..."

Another wild scream echoed through the room, as I felt an immense pain in my lap once more.

Oh God! Cicero! Please it's too painful,  please help me. I cried and begged. Cicero cried with me, but could do nothing. 

Another slice on my lap had me reeling in anguish. "You won't talk, right? "

" I - don't - know- know any- anything."

" You asked for it," after saying that,  he stood up and knocked on the closed door twice. 
Two guys pulled it open and walked in, tall dude and his companion. 
Without a word, they came at me, unlocked the chains and picked me up.

"Have you ever heard of the chopstick torture?" He asked. 
"This is my most favorite torture method, and it is mostly used on week victims like yourself."

As he spoke, the two men held me while strapping my wrist into long chains. My legs couldn't hold me upright as I had to lean on them for support. Whatever he had planned to do to me terrified me. 

I was hung to the ceiling by my wrist, my feet dangled two feet above the ground,  my wrist basically held all my weights.  How long was I going to hang here. Oh God, I was so scared. 
"It's not too late to tell me where It is, you know?" 

"Please, stop this,  I don't know anything,  please,  I'm honest, believe me, I don't know what a blue seal is." 

"Hmm, you are more stubborn than I thought." Saying that, he turned back to the men, "bring it in," he announced. 

They stepped out, and came back in with buckets of long chopsticks look alike. Only that it had only one sharp end, while the other end was flat. Almost fifty or more of it were placed  on the floor, the pointy end facing up towards me.

My feet had been released of its comfort, by leaving it  bear. I held unto the chains like my life depended on it. It as well did, for if I released my weight, I would be tortured by the sharp ends of the chopsticks. 

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My arms ached no matter how much I moved them, they were impossibly numb. Someone could cut them off, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I was exhausted, there was no way to relieve the burden off my hands, my feet bled continuously, because of the countless times I had slipped and pierced my feet.

My arms and feet were the least of my problems,  I hadn't eaten for how long; two days? Three? I had no idea.
I couldn't stand the bone - dry feeling in my mouth, how it ached when I tried swallowing, I couldn't stand my stomach aches caused by hunger. A matter of fact,  I literally couldn't stand.

Cicero was worst, I cried knowing what she had been doing from the beginning of my pain. I don't know how she did it, heck! It seemed I knew nothing, but she took it upon herself to absorb my pain, whatever pain I felt, she felt it double.  

When my torturer returned to the room and began speaking,  it felt like an echo in my brain. 

"Are you ready to speak?" 

All I kept screaming in my brain was yes, yes I was ready. But I had nothing to speak of, I was clueless.

"Hmm, you are a hard one to crack, but do not worry,  we have a whole lot of time.
Prepare her for round two!" He announced.

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I think I deserve a long break, after writing this.

It felt like torture,  I had to write,  rewrite,  edit, re edit.  I'm so tired.

Basically,  what I'm trying to say is, this was the toughest chapter I have written.  Now I can sleep in peace.

I kept dreaming of this chapter. Lmao 😍 😂😂

You all owe me a comment and vote at least.

Love y'all, fellow psychos

Signing out

Your queen.