Chapter 28: Chapter 28

“Comfortable, My fair lady?” Eren asked in the calmest tone while looking straight at the girl’s teary eyes, as if he didn’t just break most of her bones then whipped her with metal whips, ones that caused her skin to bust open with it lashes.

Sara couldn’t even scream anymore, she gave up screaming after the first few whips, not only she didn’t have any strength left in her to scream, not only her throat was too painful to make such high noises, but her screams seemed to satisfy the monster in front of her, it seemed to make him more cruel and thirsty for her pain, the louder she screamed the harsher his torture became.

Instead of screaming, Sara decided to hold her breath with each hit, not that it made things easier, in fact, each time she felt the whip make contact with her skin she thought it was fire initiated on that spot then spread all over body, her lungs would burn as air escaped them, only to be stuck in her throat, each time, she felt her mind would give up on her, that she would lose consciousness.

And that is exactly what she wanted from holding her breath.

She wanted out, and deep inside her she knew she had no way to escape this place where ever it is, she felt as if she was in the darkest pit of hell, a pit so deep with the highest wall.

No, the only way to escape wasn’t out, it was in, inside her head, away from this unreal reality where the man she loved was hurting her, where the home she knew became her personal hell.

Maybe once I wake up, this will all be a dream, Sara told herself, Her nightmares well always scary and painful, maybe this whole ordeal was but another bad dream, and she would wake up to find herself in the comfortable bed in Eren’s house, and instead of the horrible stench of blood and rot she would smell the delicious breakfast, instead of the painful whips he would grace her skin with the softest kisses, instead of the poisonous words he would only chose the sweetest ones to tell her.

This couldn’t be him, and this couldn’t be real, something had to be wrong.

“Don’t hold back your screams, love.” He said as he used his thumb to release her lower lip, the poor thin was not only swollen but bleeding from all the biting it received.

“I want to hear them.” He said as if he was talking about her laughs and not her screams, his proximity, the malignity that he irradiated made her shiver, and her exhausted mind couldn’t help but feel alerted.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” Sara whispered her question, too scared to provoke the monster, he wasn’t showing her any mercy without her doing anything to upset him, and she didn’t dare to think of what might happen to her if she did.

“Why? You will know the why later, my fair lady, for now, we are having fun!”

Fun? This was fun to him? Her pain was fun?

“Why?” she asked again, more tears coming out of her eyes, he looked at her calmly, a faint smile still plastered on his face, as he placed the tip of his finger on her chin to stop a tear from slipping before tracing it all the way back to her eye, he then started to brush her wet cheek, not wiping off the tears but spreading the salty wetness all over her skin.

“Because, you look so beautiful when you cry.” He said, looking at her wet cheek as if it is a blooming rose, the swollen redness caused by his strikes making his metaphor more accurate.

“You seem surprised.” He said in a matter of fact, not that he was wrong for Sara was indeed surprised, was he doing all of this just to see her cry? What kind of a sadistic monster would do such a thing?

“This monster would.” Unknown to her she had outspoken her thoughts and he answered with a wide grin.

“This monster whom you walked so stupidly into his trap, leaving behind your father who finally understood what a waste of space and effort you were and refused to open the door for you, this monster whose words you believed simply, this monster whom you followed to his den and stayed there when you had many, many chances to escape. But no, you thought I was your prince charming.” Eren laughed out loud and Sara felt the bile rise in her throat, thinking about it was already painful, but to hear him confirm her doubts, that everything they shared was a lie, let alone mock them, all the memories they shared and she cherished, all her feelings, all her trust, and everything he meant to her, they were a laughable matter to him!

That was beyond pain, beyond her ability to resist and survive.

“Now really, how desperate were you?! as if I would ever fall for a pathetic person such as yourself, as if I’d ever be yours. Darling, you were nothing to me but a prey I enjoyed playing with, and still do to be honest, only in a different way until I am tired of you.”

“This isn’t you…” was all Sara could say as she broke down, not caring to hide it anymore, his words broke her beyond repair, they hurt more then anything he had made her suffer so far, his words stabbed her where it hurt the most, in that part of her she was always so insecure about.

Sara looked down from his eyes as she wept , it was painful, way too painful to take, her heart was in immense pain as if it was thrown from above the pink cloud, she just couldn’t look at him any longer, no while she knew what he thought of her.

Once she broke the eyes contact, Eren dropped his smile, an uncomfortable feeling building up in his chest, a feeling he knew he had to fight, he had already started this, there was no going back as nothing can be fixed even if he stopped.

And that was exactly what scared him.

It was too late to go back.

Gulping down, Eren turned back and left the cell, unable to hear her broken cries any longer for they were hurting him as well, his steps were steady but his heart wasn’t, he was anything but steady as he left the cell, and the dungeons.

Sara didn’t see him walking out of the room, she didn’t hear him, she was too absorbed in her pain, only when a different sound of footsteps walked in inside the cell, she raised her head to meet another pair of sinister red eyes.

Geraldine’s.

“You…your one of them?” Was everyone who walked in her life but another liar? Sara asked as she stared at the black-haired demoness in her tight leather clothes and red lips.

“Surprise, isn’t it?” Geraldine said while walking to the table set in the corner of the cell, where all the scary tools were placed, running her delicate fingers on them, she stopped at a rusty small one which looked like a double edged bayonet, the tool was short, a hand length or a bit more, Geraldine picked it up with a satisfied nod, as well as a short rope.

“I thought you were my friend.” Her too? Sara wondered, cursing her miserable faith and her miserable life, everyone was lying to her all the time, she was but a toy to them.

“Friend? To you?” Geraldine scoffed as if she had just heard a lumpish joke, taking a fistful of the silver hair, she jerked Sara’s head back so violently she almost ripped it, not caring about the pained scream of the hybrid, she used the rope to tie the bayonet vertically on Sara’s neck in a way where the pointy edges would stab her on both ends if she lowered her head.

“Just like this, I want to see it all in your eyes, and I want you to look at me while I do what I do.” Geraldine smiled wickedly as she stepped away from the silver-haired girl whose eyes widened in horror, understanding her situation and what was coming next.

“And to answer you, I would never be a friend to a pathetic, gullible, useless waste of space such as yourself, a person no one wants to be around, I was just there to make sure you are not getting too close to my man.” Seeing the shocked expression on her face, Geraldine continued with even more wickedness, “Oh, I know you have heard us that night when he shared dinner with you, I was the one in his bed, I was the one he was making love to and pleasuring with his own body, all while we laughed at your disgusting attempts to throw yourself on him, you know what he told me? That you are like a pathetic puppy clinging to him, rubbing on his thigh and throwing yourself on him like an unworthy whore, one who is so bad and so disgusting at what she does, he had to push her away several times, I was his woman, I was and still am the one he craved and loved, while you, oh you were our laughable joke.”

“You are lying…he kis…” In a blink of on eye, Geraldine was standing next to Sara, her fist in her hair as she lifted her by it off the ground, Sara felt the horrible burn in her scalp and screamed again while the other woman hissed.

“Don’t. Dare…” Geraldine threatened, her eyes becoming darker with anger before releasing the girl, the impact causing the bayonet to stab into her throat, slightly, but not slight enough to not drew out blood.

“I will teach you how to lie, you mutt.” Geraldine hissed as she walked toward another corner in the cell with an iron rod in her hand, at first Sara didn’t understand what was her intention, but she did when she saw her lit up a fire and place the tip of the rod in the flames.

“And I will teach you whom he belongs to.”