Masked men drag my bloodied body down into the dungeons. My mind urges my body to fight back, but any small movement is agony after the brutal beating I just suffered. I feel naked without the weight of my sword at my side, and my father's armor as protection. I hear the squeal of hinges and cry out as I am thrown against cold stone.
I wake to a throbbing head and blurred vision. I push myself upright and slip on something wet. I slowly process that its my own blood. I strain to remember exactly what happened. She betrayed me. How did I not see it? People around me saw it, but I defended her. She was working for them all along. She's probably laughing at me right now.
I wonder if they'll torture me tomorrow. If that's their plan, I won't last long. But if they wanted me dead they would've done it by now. No...they want me to suffer. Killing me would be too easy.
I timidly reach up and feel my back; twenty lashes, given to me by a masked man while she watched. I look down at my burned torso and arms. They branded me a dozen times with their symbol. Even if I heal it'll never go away. My face is swollen and my lip and nose are crusted with blood. Panic suddenly grips me and tears threaten to fall from my eyes. How can I hope to live through this? I can't. My only hope is that death will take me quickly.
This was really interesting! I got really absorbed in it; it was really attention holding. It was also had really good imagery. I could picture it all really well in my head.
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