The Cell

I wake up screaming, 'What the hell is going on?' I think as pain is the only sensation I feel.

I open my swollen eyes and look around. I am hanging from the ceiling by chains that are cuffed to my wrists and neck, and my ankles are chained to the ground to prevent any struggling.

The Cell is made of steel walls with magic enchantments and a vault door. Filth and dirt cover the cell and I.

My equipment is gone as well, only left with thin linen pants to deal with the cold and dampness of the sell. My skin is riddled with cuts and burns, the only relief is from the occasional drop of water from the ceiling.

Then, the stench. The instant I breath it in, I puke whats left of my stomach out onto the ground beneath me. Immeasurable pain burns my stomach as my screams echo through the cell.

Soon my eyes begin to droop and my mind quiets as I pass out from the pain.

Tiny rays of light pierce my closed eyelids waking me up. I slowly open my eyes to see a man in black robes, wearing a black mask enter.

"Help. Me." I croak out. My throat feels like it's being torn in two. I scream, but no noise comes out, just pain. Tears drip down my cheeks from the utter pain and horror I am experiencing.

'What did I do to deserve this? First I was born an anomaly, my silver hair and pale skin, while my family had copper hair that glistened in the sun, and beautiful golden skin.'

'Then, I visit the test area where for my magic to be tested, but instead of being hailed as a great magician and being powerful like my family, they summon a demon to devour my magic stealing it.'

'It didn't end there, oh no. After that my family disowned me, and the kingdom, MY kingdom enslaved me.'

'Then, I attempt to avenge myself, simply to be betrayed and tortured in the most horrible way to imagine. Am I not of Noble blood? Am I not human too? Am I not a citizen of Anya?'

While I despair, the man in black robes walks over to me. Using magic, he opens my mouth and then takes a bottle filled with a white substance out and holds it to my mouth.

He slowly pours the liquid down my throat, it's cold rich cream like. My eyes roll back into my head, as my throat slowly begins to heal, the cracked and dry feeling disappears replaced by soothing moisture.

'Pure relief.' those are the only words I that could describe such a feeling. unfortunately, it was bound to end.

After around a minute, the bottles last drips drain down my throat, and the man turns and walks out.

"Thank you." I manage to croak out, right as he closes the vault door.

My throat is still sore, but the painful dryness is gone, my starvation still exists but is slightly quelled.

I know that the man is only doing the absolute minimum to keep me alive, but I can't help but feel grateful.

After a few moments, I pass out again this time, tears of relief stream down my face as I surrender to the darkness once again.

"Wake him up." I hear as cold water is splashed on me. Despite the air and water being so cold sweat drips down my face, and my forehead feels like an oven. My muscles are sore, and I can barely move.

I crack open my eyes, and glance up from my hanging head. What I see sends searing hot blasts of pure hatred through my body.

Baron Vince of Trenston. "You!" I attempt to snarl, but i wheeze it out instead.

"Hello my boy, how are your accommodations? I trust their to you liking?" He says with a warm smile that makes it seem like he is allowing me to stay in the VIP room.

"Go to hell." I mutter, seething with pure white seething hot hatred.

The man chuckles, "Now now, let us not be to hasty huh? It's not like I'm going to kill you. Just..." he twirls a thin knife. "Show you what true pain is." He says with a wicked smile, the masquerade he usually maintains gone.

Vince gestures at me to the man in back robes, and the man preforemes a quick chant and suddenly any noise that I make stops.

As he examine's me, a look of surprise crosses his face. "Silver blood?" he looks surprised.

he takes out a small vile and fills it with the blood, the sets it in his pocket. "This is most interesting." he says with a chuckle.

I try to speak, but no noise comes out. 'A silencing spell?'

"You like it?" Vince asks, "I had him learn it specifically for situations like this, so I can monologue without interruptions. If you remember, I am quite the storyteller." He says with a fake sense of nostalgia.

I attempt to glare at him but fail due to my exhaustion.

"You see, I may be a servant of your mother's, but you? I hate you, your Silver hair, and pale skin? You are a disgrace to your family. It's a good thing they outcast you."

He slowly inserts the blade into my calf and slowly cuts it, more silver blood flowing out and soaking into the ground. An overwhelming sense of pain overwhelms me. I begin to pass out again, but then the man in black robes begins chanting again.

I stop passing out, the darkness seems to run away instead of embrace me, I open my mouth and continue to silently scream in pain as the blde is now cutting my other calf. 'Why? Why can't I pass out and escape this nightmare?'

Tears stream down my face, the salt stinging my wounds, causing me to convulse. The sense of pain is indescribable.

"You know, he was specifically trained for torture. His silencing spell, his waken state spell, his concoctions? They are all perfectly suited for torture." He says joyously.

"That milky substance you drank earlier has two effects after digestion. The first is to drastically increase the sensitivity of your pain receptors, and the second, now your going to like this. The second is to freeze the brain's ability to learn and adapt. Now mind you, this ability only works for a hour, and can't be used too often." He says with a giddy grin.

"You know what that means don't you? That means that no matter what I do, your brain will continue to remain sane throughout your torture, it also guarantees that the amount of pain you feel from the torture will remain the same, since your brain can't adapt to deal with it!" He nearly shouts.

I am convulsing, crying, and seething with hatred. the gratitude I had felt earlier towards the man gone.

"Have you ever wondered why I, a mere Baron, am such an invaluable asset to your mother? That's because I am the kingdoms best torturer. There has never been a secret I couldn't get spilled. It's something I am very proud of." He has a proud smile on my face.

He is now carving up my back, while the man in the black cape uses fire to seal the wounds on my calfs by burning the blood.

Finally, after carving my back up and sealing it with fire, he cleans his blade. "You know what? I take back what I said about you earlier, I don't hate you anymore, In fact, I think we're going to have a lot of fun together!" He say with a cheerful grin.

"I think you'll warm up to me eventually too. I look forward to our next meeting Tas." He say, and walks out of the room, locking the vault behind him.

Soon as the man with the black cloak leaves, my screams echo full volume throughout the dungeon.