Chapter 235: Chapter 235

I woke up chained to the cold metal table, the chains biting into my wrists and ankles. I had no idea how many times I had fainted.

My head throbbed, and every muscle in my body screamed. Hunger clawed at my stomach, and my throat was dry.

Fridolf’s voice cut through the darkness. "You’re awake. Good. Let’s see if you’ve changed your mind."

"I... I won’t!" I croaked. My voice sounded small even to me.

Belinda was there too, leaning against the doorway, smirking. "She still has some fight left," she said.

"Does she?" Fridolf asked, and I could feel his gaze like fire on my skin.

"Yes... I... I’ll never confess to what I didn’t do," I whispered, though my voice trembled.

Fridolf chuckled, low and wicked. "We’ll see about that."

The guard grabbed my wrists and started twisting the chains slowly. Pain shot up my arms, sharp and hot. I tried not to scream, but it escaped anyway.

"Stop! Please!" I shouted. "I can’t! I can’t..."

Fridolf shook his head slowly. "No stopping. Not until you admit it. Do you understand?"

"I... I... I’ll never..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

Belinda laughed, cruel and sharp. "Oh, she’s going to break eventually. Watch closely, Fridolf."

"Keep going," he said softly. His voice was worse than the pain, it promised worse things to come.

A whip scraped across my arm, not enough to cut, but enough to sting, enough to make me jump. "No! Stop! I won’t, "

"You will," Fridolf said. "It’s only a matter of time."

I bit my lip, tasting blood. Hunger and thirst twisted my stomach, but I refused to give in. "I... I’m so....!"

"Anyone?" Belinda mocked. "Poor, stubborn girl. You think you have a choice?"

"I... I..." I coughed, my throat raw. "I don’t care! I’d rather die!"

"Die?" Fridolf’s lips curled. "No, you won’t. You’ll live long enough to suffer. That’s the deal."

I gritted my teeth, tears stinging my eyes. "I... I don’t care how long...."

Fridolf’s hand struck my face suddenly. The pain exploded, and I tasted blood. I stumbled against the chains.

"Stay still," he growled. "You’ll last longer if you cooperate."

"I... I can’t..." I whispered, collapsing slightly. My body ached everywhere. Hunger and thirst tore at me, making every breath heavy.

Belinda’s laughter echoed. "You’re so easy to watch. I love it."

"Quiet," Fridolf snapped. "Or do you want her to scream louder?"

I couldn’t speak. I could barely move. My arms shook. My stomach growled painfully. I wondered if Damon was awake somewhere. Could he stop this? Could he save me?

"You’re thinking too much," Fridolf said softly, almost mockingly. "Better focus on surviving."

"I... I won’t tell you anything," I whispered.

He tilted his head, amused. "Then tonight ends. You’ll go back to your cell. But tomorrow... we start again."

The guards dragged me off the table. My legs felt like lead. Hunger twisted in my belly. Thirst burned my throat. I clutched my stomach weakly, wishing I had the strength to fight, to resist, to survive.

Back in the prison, I lay on the cold floor, chains clinking softly as I shifted. I thought of Damon. He’ll wake up. He’ll find me. He’ll save me. That thought kept me alive, kept me holding on.

I was tempted to agree to their deals, to ease the pain, but I couldn’t. Damon would never forgive me if I gave in. He’ll wake up. He’ll save me.

The next day... the nightmare returned.

I woke chained again, already trembling. My stomach was sore, my throat dry, my body weak. Fridolf’s voice cut through before I could gather any strength.

"Good morning, Lisa. Ready for round two?"

"I... I don’t want this..." I whispered, clutching my stomach.

Belinda leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with that cruel, hungry amusement that made my stomach twist with dread. "I hope you last longer today than last night," she said, her voice soft but venomous. "But somehow... I doubt it."

I swallowed hard, trying to steel myself. My arms and legs were already sore from the chains, my throat raw from screaming, my stomach gnawing with hunger and thirst. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body was screaming before my mind even had the strength to think.

The torture continued for days. I was getting so weak and tired.

"Start," Fridolf would command as always.

The moment the word left his mouth, the pain came, sharp, immediate, relentless. Hands struck me across my arms and legs. The chains bit into my wrists and ankles as they twisted my body painfully, each movement sending shivers of agony through me. I screamed, a raw, desperate sound, gripping the metal links as if they could hold me together.

And then, a week later... a sudden, searing pain shot through my belly during the torture. My hands flew instinctively to it. Hot blood slicked my fingers, and panic rose in my chest like a living thing.

"No! Stop! Please! I... I’m... I’m...my baby!" I screamed, my voice breaking. The terror was overwhelming. My legs trembled, my vision blurred, and a cold sweat covered my skin. Every nerve in my body felt on fire.

Belinda gasped, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but only for a second. Then her cruel, twisted smile returned. "Oh... she’s bleeding," she said softly, almost reverently, and then added, her voice like poison, "Delicious."

I shivered violently, partly from the pain, partly from the horror of her words. How could she enjoy this? How could she take pleasure in the terror and suffering of someone carrying a child? My chest heaved as I tried to control my sobs, tried to stay upright against the pain.

Fridolf’s eyes locked on me, cold and unfeeling. There was no hesitation, no mercy. "It doesn’t matter," he said flatly. "Confess, or this continues."

I shook my head, weakly, my voice trembling. "I... I won’t... I can’t..." Every word was agony itself. My body shook, my stomach twisted violently. I felt like I was being ripped apart, piece by piece.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My strength slipped away as the pain clawed through me, leaving me dizzy and trembling. I gasped, clutching my stomach, blood soaking my hands. My vision tunneled, and a deep, helpless despair settled in my chest.

"Damon... help..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. My fingers dug into the metal chains, trying to hold myself together, to stay conscious, to hold on to something, anything, that could save me. But the pain was too much, my body too weak. My eyelids fluttered, and the world tilted dangerously around me.

Everything faded to black. The last thing I felt was the relentless pressure in my belly, the chains cutting into my skin, and the awful, terrifying certainty that I was utterly at their mercy. Read full story at 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥