TORTURE CHAMBER
I've been here for such a long time, so much I grew familiar with the dark, and lost sense of my time...
As far as I remember, I've lost count on the 4th week... A month or so... it doesn't matter anymore, I'm done...
The door squeaked. From the rusting door,
the room lit up, from the light outside the walls,
and the weight of the room shifted once again,
However, this time it was different—
That door would ring its final noise, and Kamryn would breathe his final breath.
Kamryn stepped closer and closer, locking the door not so that I would escape, but so that none would interfere with his fun. The Arrogance of the ignorant, its stench overwhelms the blood and grease on his hands...
*Light flickered— as he turned it on...
At that very moment, I took my final breath of this forsaken hole, a final glance at that cobblestone wall stained with years of torture...
The floor that must have seen more deaths than a cemetery, more begging than the streets of a poor country.
I wasted no more of my time, of my chance...
"Again this time, I imagined the leash that had bound me vibrating on a molecular level, rapidly, exponentially..."
Just as I had expected, the Counter-spell reacted quickly,
*KZRAKKTTTTT
A surge of non-stop lightning runs through every part of my body
"KAKAKAKAKAK Still trying to get away, Didn't I tell you It's impo—"
Kamryn paused, in a mix of confusion and anxiety
What he saw was not the image he had imagined; it wasn't a guy screaming in pain, begging for mercy, it wasn't the broken man he expected... No, I'm past that. I don't feel the pain anymore
Rather, it was a Man, as if shaded by darkness itself, his body smelled of burning flesh, as the lightning didn't take a rest
The leash was burning not just itself but from His very skin, but in Kamryn's mind, what is more terrifying
is that this Man, the very Man that screamed when his bones are tearing, or when his skin was peeled of, was now simply—STARING, His gaze piercing, it wasn't just of anger, or insanity out of pain, it was a WARNING...
Kamryn however, despite the sudden shock, regained his composure, and Increased the Volume of the Counter-spell so much so that the lightning itself is now visible, like a plasma ball from those science museums, but it wasn't purple but rather red, from the very mist of the blood evaporating, from every pores of his body, every hole and every crannies, it was a scene that even a torturer would vomit in dissatisfaction.
In that Moment, Pain kicked in, it was subtle but increasing, maybe from the strain of overthinking or my manifestations are slipping because of double casting...
Nevertheless, it was pain, the Pain I vowed not to feel again...
I knew I could not drag it any longer; I needed to free myself sooner.
With that very thought, and pain, all over, I began to think more, and more so much so that the Reflection of the Spectra is now visible, my eyes began to fluctuate in colors
Red to yellow and yellow to blue, and yet it seems this much is not enough, my vision starts to fade, and my body feels sinking—
[Let me take over]
{Nicaisse Kholer}
Then my body, as if a puppet in the hands of a marionette, moves in precision. He wasn't taking over but rather it felt like a cooperation, A synchrony of one another... amidst the pain that has now become unbearable...
Blood spewed from our mouths, tears in our eyes
*GRAAAA!!!!!
A Faint yet distinct voice echoed in the back of our heads
gravitas—
Gravity—
We gritted our teeth and clenched our jaws... as we conjured a manifestation for which the Air shifted, Condensed, our bodies heavier, the chair and the floor cracked and shattered, and the very surroundings compressed as if gravity was expanding its force towards each other
then—
*SLKKRRR
Blood dripping, and bones falling...
It tore
not the leash that binds, but our very arms and limbs, not what I had envisioned but...
Alas! we are finally free,
The pain subsided as the Counter-spell malfunctioned; it wasn't because of a poor manifestation, but it was tricked, that the limbs that were left on those shackles, were a corpse incapable of manifestation, its own senses had tricked itself into manipulation.
At that moment, Kamryn felt true fear like never before, for in his eyes, He saw A man as if possessed by a demon, it feels as if it has two souls but one goal, His total annihilation.
A man who had severed his limbs, shed his own blood, into a mist of death and damnation in exchange for freedom...
"What~ are~ you~" He asked in a trembling voice, an instinct he blurted out of fear from predation
I am. WE.
We stood from the chair, drenched in blood, using the new feet we grew from the Restorative Manifestation, our eyes gleaming in anger and satisfaction, and our hands that had just started to recreate themselves, from bones, to tendons, then flesh and nerve, and so...
Each walk carried weight as if the gravity of the world was bound beneath our soles, plaster creaked and cracked, Stone break and shatter, and its direction towards the sadistic torturer that enjoy the agony of others, until He, Kamryn was driven to a corner, to a wall Pinned by some unseen force, it was gravity rendering his body of motion,
Every inch we get closer, a weight is added to his body
It was the moment I never realized killing would be such a fun thing...
And so we drifted closer, not fast nor a step...
No hesitation, or a hint of haste, we SAVORED.
Inch. By. inch
His flesh is torn in opposition
Breast twisted, abdomen sheared, and thighs ripped
*SKRRRIIIKTTT...SHIKKTTT
each passing second...
His bone fracture in every possible manner, Ribs sunk in, and Femur disposed, neck and jaw contoured.
*KRCKTTT....BRIKTTTT
The pressure didn't even give him a chance to beg for any mercy, no, we grant him none of that Liberty, all he had was that drop of tear mixed in his blood, as he was squished slowly..
But each muscle tore, we restored
each broken bone mended
Each drop of blood renewed
However, it was not done, the same manifestation that I mastered, where each pain receptor was tampered with, was used in reverse, each pain receptor was activated, each one on his body, each nerve in each tissue was triggered, and its sensitivity amplified.
It was long and excruciating, it was pain, and pressure, and heat and cold, as if all pain in the world succumbed into one puny soul.
It was a constant push and pull of near-death and restoration,
His body was a mess as his eyes slowly embossed, its iris lay flat, squeezed of its juices. His teeth slowly fell, then finally—
*SKLATTTTT
It was a long hour of torture, of revenge, until his body wavered; not even magic or manifestation saved his very soul.
What was left was simply a pool of bloodstains, a smear of mess, a mural of madness, painted on the crooked wall.
.
.
.
But what's more horrid, was not what we did, but what we saw after—
The door croaked with its rusted hinges, outside was a long dark hall, covered with ill-rusted bulbs... and along each groove was a collection of doors,
Each was its own Torture Chamber
A collection of Men, Women, and children alike
The smell was putrid and rotting as the slave-prisoners were bathing in their own blood and excrement...
"What in the hell is this place?" I mumbled as I heard the silent whispers of these people
"Help", "Have Mercy," they said, but I had no mercy to spare—
Then the adrenaline finally wore off, my muscles twitching from exhaustion, and my Head groaned in petrifying pain...
"I need to get out fast," I thought
I searched along the hellbent hallways, through the staircase, and finally
I saw a shine of light, of moonlight, I knew for that moment freedom is not far anymore... but as I reached toward that freedom—that Gold embellished door, of statutes of effigies, clamored in etchings that reflect a fraction of what ought to be divinity
Men of Robes and dress of priests, shouted and waved as if to alert more to my position
Some manifested some roots and vines, barbed with spikes laced with poison, running through the floor, the ceiling, and the wall, but it wasn't fast, not fast enough to cover the distance between us
"There, there, he is, don't let the prisoner escape."
Prisoner, murderer, what other lies of a name would you brand me?!!!
With a little of my power left, I cast some Manifest,
I conjured an image in my thought—
The moisture of the air is getting thick and denser, forming an envelope of water suspended in the air
a mist engulfed the pursuers, and as a response to my wish of getting away as if my very imagination formed itself, without my permission, creating not just a mist, but a mist that invokes slumber [Vesperveil]
It was effective, better than something I had never anticipated, yet it did—
However, I too seemed to be struck by this fatigue, my eyes began to twitch as I navigated the dark alleys and streets, my eyelids were heavier, and with each step I was weaker, the air felt colder, and not a moment too soon, my body frail from exhaustion, collapsed in some dark alley...
As my consciousness robs me, all I hear is a muffled voice... along with the marching of many, and a figure so small appeared before me,
A pursuer? A thief, or some bastard of this twisted world? But I was disappointed—Happily.
It was dragging, and dragging, as if trying to take my frail body, with each tug he had was a breath exhaled heavily.
HARGH!.... HARGH!!!.... HARGH!...
For a moment, the figure stopped to catch its breath, and not long after, a cloth of trash and dirt greased my body; it wasn't a mistake but out of intention, then a Person came bringing with him some questions.
I cannot hear or make out its words, but by the sound and its tone, it was one of the pursuers, and yet this small figure nodded in disagreement. He wasn't someone of ill intention.
He was trying to hide me from my persecutors.
I asked myself,
"But why?"
Ever since my descent on this nightmarish world, all that had happened was a constant change of environment but the same pain of torment, of pictures of blood, and death, and fight and agony...
But in this tiny moment, something I had never expected
Benevolence arrived in the form of a stranger
A saving grace, I had longed for
————
On the other side of the night
Men of Robes, my Pursuers, gritting in Anger and fear..
[Believer 1] "We must find Him; we cannot let him get away."
[Believer 2] "He mustn't have gone far, search every alleyway, every corner, open every door, every gate, Find HIM"
However—
For Hours and Hours they searched, but their works bore no fruition.
Empty, they returned... Inside the Chapel of Damnation
But before they even opened the very doors that they worshipped, they knew their death was nigh
[MAN IN THE THRONE] "Useless Creatures, A weakened man's hand escaped your sights? Had the gods not granted you visions?"
"I see, your sights have shifted, and your reverence towards the gods was lacking."
As the final words left his lips, He ordered his retainers to dispose of the pursuers. It may have been simple, but all knew His word meant not death, but another cycle of torture, to the people he deemed lesser...
He declared an order.
"Let the people know, Nicaisse Kholer, Convicted of Mass Murder of the House Kappel, has escaped my Holy Prosecution, deliver Him to me for the cost of Fortune, and those that offered him Help, that granted him favor, Shall be branded traitor of the Holy Capital, and their fates shall be granted retribution of the Divine Authors"
That night, the odor of death lingered.