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Edward Styles

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>>N — << the scream was heard.

I closed my eyes squeezing them hard. I had my ears covered but it didn't help. It's been like this for three weeks already.

We have been locked into the dungeon, the pirates part, aka the North wing. The guards liked to take a random person and take them to the torture room. The screams and cries were agonizing, like the pain they surely felt.

Luckily, Harry and I weren't one of them.

Yet.

I can't believe Louis's father did that. I knew he was an evil person, but to give the throne just like that to Matthew, a person who's supposed to be your enemy or with whose government you had signed a peace contract even though you didn't want to. To give your throne to rival. To give your son.

Like, for fuck's sake, he's your blood!

I wanted to scream that to his face while hitting him, bruising his skin, making it open so the blood can slip out and onto the blood. Make him role in his pole of blood. Maybe even lick it from the floor just so his throat wouldn't be dry as he gets whipped with the strongest leather and burned with the glowing metal, marked with the pirate sign he despised so much.

I wanted to make him pay.

I wanted to torture him.

I wanted Louis to watch or even participate in it. Let the king see that he's nothing and Louis's better person.

Make him choke on his screams as his lungs get filled with blood and his intestines get ripped through it.

>>Hey!<<

I was pulled from my imagination running wild by a guard yelling at me. My smirk — that came out probably when just the thought of torturing king appeared — fell. I focused on the guard who came towards me, ignoring the threats and curses coming out from Harry's mouth directed toward the said guard.

>>You're coming with me. King's order,<< he said with an evil smile. It looked evil but I'm pretty sure it's just the way he smiled after all the time he spent in here. He looked like the type of guy who feeds of the pleads for mercy. He probably even raped everyone he could because he can't get someone to love him, to even think about sleeping with him. I get it, he looked like an unlovable pig. Incompetent idiot.

My guess was his parents even didn't love him.

He roughly grabbed me, unhappy, pulling me up. >>What, did ya thought I'll stand up on my own?<<

He grunted. >>I thought you'd cooperate. Seeing as you don't have a choice anyway.<<

>>Why would it be easy when it can be hard?<< I said.

>>Don't challenge him, Ed,<< Harry's voice was heard from the cell next to this. We started walking out and before I could say anything, they beat me to it.

>>Don't worry, sweetheart. He won't be challenging anyone for some time,<< the smirk he gave Harry made my stomach upset. I clenched my jaw, biting my tongue.

I could hit him.

Make him unconscious.

Steal the keys.

There wasn't a lot of guards, at least from what I could see. Maybe I would be fast enough to free Harry and ran away with him. Sneak past the guards outside, if they have ones. Find Louis then try to get to the ship.

Surly my crew wasn't arrested and were at the docks in the ship, right?

The thought had slipped past my mind when I was pulled on my knees. Wait, where were we? Hadn't we just been outside the cell?

>>It's the drug, in case you've wonder how you got here. The drug makes you unaware of the situation you're in and the body let itself be controlled by another. Meaning when I put the liquid on your skin, it absorbed the drug into your system and I could've led you to the room without struggle,<< he smiled, proud of himself.

I frowned, getting angry. He could so easily manipulate me. I didn't like that.

>>We mostly use it for torture. I've made a few people cut themselves and they didn't know until it stopped working or I gave them an antidote. The drug's like a poison.<<

I didn't say anything at first. Then the question slipped. >>What are you going to do to me?<<

>>I'm going to make you scream like a bitch. You see this nice thing?<< he asked as he petted the wooden machine.

^something like that

>>We're going to have so much fun.<<

I sure do hope you've planned to let me have a go, also?

We turned to the new voice. At the doors of the torture room stood a bulky man, with two more guards at his side. He had his arms crossed and was staring at me. Tue him up, he ordered.

I stood up and went to struggle as they grabbed my arms, planning on starting a fight and try to escape but I was quickly shushed down by the guards. They were both heavy than me and easily pinned me down on the table as the man who brought me there went to tie the rope.

The guy at the doors went to the side and I didn't see what he had taken until he came in front of me. It was a knife.

Not bad, I guess.

>>Put the blades against him,<< huh?

>>ARGH!<< I screamed when the agonizing pain erupted from my back.

>>Let's start the questioning. Currently, you have more than thirty blades poking and tearing your skin. If you don't want me to order them to start the machine which will be moving the blades while stretching you and possibly tearing your limbs — if it's on that setting — you'll tell me everything you know.<<

>>I don't even know what you want from me!<< I yelled at him while trying not to let out whimpers of pain. It hurt like nothing I've felt before, and I've been through some crazy shit.

He chuckled. >>Of course, you know. Does the name Desmond ring a bell?<<

I gasped.

>>Desmond?<< I was sure the terror was seen in my eyes. >>D — Desmond?<<

Published:
23:23 CEST,
27. 05. 2021.