"Damn it, succumb already...why won’t you break!?" Snapped Duralles in frustration, as he pierced a needle into my torso.
"Eh, I’ve gotten used to it at this point," I shrugged as I put on a nonchalant expression, doing my best to keep from crying out in pain.
Shit, this really hurts...he’s been stabbing with needles that are coated in a neurotoxin, one that has the opposite effect of anesthesia. So, you know, instead of dulling pain, it enhances it.
And it’s absolute agony, even after all this ti, it’s taking everything I’ve got to not scream out in agony and excruciation. For the most part, I’ve learnt to power through these torture sessions...but this ti, I’m really struggling, I haven’t felt this desperate for it to be over since around the ti I was first brought here.
But I...I won’t let it break . I won’t! Not after I’ve made it this long while maintaining my sanity...no fucking way!
"Tch, I have to admit, your sheer will is impressive. Unlike your father, it would seem," He suddenly remarked provokingly.
Huh?
"If you’re trying to upset , don’t bother. He’s a Prince, after all, so I know that-...," I began indifferently, doing my best to mask my concern.
"Oh, the Royals certainly won’t kill him, but they have to make sure he’ll never have the will to abandon the capital ever again, by breaking his ntal resolve into pieces. I’d say it’s been quite effective so far," He smirked in response.
Damn it...don’t let him get to you. If it’s just a bluff, then I’ll only be playing into his hands. And even if it isn’t a bluff...I can’t show any emotion-...or, on second thought, maybe I can co up with a bluff of my own...
"Is...is that true? What have they done to my father?" I inquired, letting my concern and worry show.
"Hahaha, wouldn’t you like to know!? Feel free to imagine it, but I’m sure whatever you co up with will be ten tis tar than reality!" He laughed sadistically and gleefully, before trailing off in confusion as I began laughing too, "Uh, did that break you?"
"Oh, sorry, my bad. I just found it kinda funny how happy you seed at the prospect of finally breaking ," I chuckled condescendingly as I put on an amused expression, before smirking at him as I added, "What, did you really think that’d work any better than your agre attempts at physical torture? Co on, I figured as much right from the start, you arrogant prick.
Aw, but I do feel bad...you looked like a little kid who tried candy for the first ti, the way your face lit up like an idiotic simpleton. Tell you what, how about I fake so reactions to make you feel better? That way, you can pretend like you’re actually hurting !"
"Y-you little fucking shit!" He snapped, looking like he was about to pop a blood vessel as he punched in the stomach.
"Oh, nooo, that’s so painful, stoooooppp!" I cried out in an obviously patronizing tone, after a brief pause as I let the pain sink in.
Don’t want my voice to co out all strained, after all.
"Don’t mock , you fucking brat!" He exclaid, his eyes bulging with rage as he slamd his fist onto my face and broke my nose.
"Man, now this is just sad. A grown-ass man throwing a fit because he can’t even hurt one little brat...hey, by the way, how old am I now? I’ve lost track of ti, you see," I responded with a smile.
After that, he beat the shit out of for the next half an hour, before storming off as he commanded the slave woman to heal .
As he left the room, I grimaced in pain and let out a slight groan, finally able to stop putting on my facade. I didn’t make it too obvious though, in case she goes and reports it to him.
But from what I’ve seen of her, she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, so unless he’s directly asked her to see if I show any signs of being in pain, she most likely won’t say anything.
After all, it doesn’t seem like she’s ntioned that ti I asked her to close her eyes and heal so that I could Magic Eater on her spell. Granted, we did have a deal, but in all likelihood, if she was commanded to do so, she’d have undoubtedly broken that deal in a heartbeat.
Anyway, I sincerely doubt he’d ask her though...that’d just hurt his oh-so-Noble pride. I’ve been speaking to her every so often, but unfortunately, the few tis she does reply, she doesn’t give a proper answer. No harm in trying though...
"Hey, what’s today’s date?" I asked her, as she healed enough to speak again without coughing blood.
"Huh? Um, it’s the 5th of Quintillus."
"And the year?"
"2013."
Hm, I see...then I’ll be thirteen in a few months. Which ans that I’ve nearly been here for three whole years. After all, I was torn away from my village the day after my tenth birthday.
Still, though, I see this as a silver lining...I’d just assud it’d only been a year or so at most since I was brought here. The fact that it’s been three years is encouraging, more ti has passed than I had assud.
Guess I should’ve figured as much though...my body’s definitely going through puberty right now, I’ve noticed a bit of facial hair growing, plus hair in so other places too.
And now that I think about it, my voice has gotten more scratchy and deep lately. Hm, my hair’s getting pretty long too, it’s almost down to my waist. I suppose I should give it a trim.
"Manifest Soul Weapon: Dragon Whisker," I chanted, as a Magic Circle ford and my whip appeared in my hands.
Oh yeah, when I was first brought here, I was told that I’d be trained...but that hasn’t happened. They probably intended to do so after they broke , but unfortunately for them, that hasn’t happened. And it won’t happen.
I’ve been training plenty on my own though. Lycia drilled the basics into , and I’ve been working on my hand to hand combat, as well as the use of my whip.
And Duralles has left so Magic books in here, and I’ve learnt a fair number of Plasma, Fla, Lightning, Earth and tal Spells, plus the combination Lava Spells, as well as so Dark Spells.
Of course, I make sure to train only when I’m alone, I don’t want anyone seeing my progress or how strong I am. I’m still twelve years old, so I’m physically weaker than an adult, naturally. Which ans that maintaining the elent of surprise up my sleeve is crucial.
My body’s looking pretty good too, I’ve gotten jacked or ripped or whatever you call it. I’ve been able to up my flexibility and agility at a remarkable pace too...everyti I tear or pull a muscle, I can heal it instantly and keep going.
And just like when recovering naturally, damaged muscles grow back stronger when healed using Magic. Keeping track of my progress is another factor that’s really helped with maintaining my sanity.
Having things to focus on in the present makes it easier to keep from succumbing to the despair and tornt I endure on a daily basis.
And I can tell that Duralles is getting frustrated, as are his children who torture . But it’s no use, I won’t break, I’m determined not to. And they won’t push too much harder than they already are...most days, I’m pretty close to the verge of death before I’m healed.
Thankfully, they’ve stayed away from doing anything to my dick...if they castrated or sothing, then I probably will fall into despair. I might be able to grow it back with the Regeneration Spell, but that’d give away the fact that I’m a Heretic.
Recently, I found out why they’ve left my crotch alone. Apparently, whenever an enemy from the Light Continent is captured, particularly if they’re won, the Dark Continent Nobles like to have them raped by their slaves, in order to begin the process of crushing their spirits with a bang, pun intended.
Anyway, considering the ti, I think my torture is done for the day. Let’s get back to my haircut...it doesn’t need to look neat or tidy, I just want to shorten it so that it doesn’t get in the way.
It’s all tangled up and matted in so spots, even though I wash it regularly. Plus, there isn’t any air conditioning or anything down here, so long hair just makes more susceptible to sweating all the ti.
I pulled my hair and clenched my fist around it, holding it up like a ponytail. This is the most I can grab hold of, should be enough. I’ll just cut off all the hair on the other side of my fist, that should be short enough.
I then flicked my whip across behind , striking my hair and cutting it off, before I let go of my hair and let the remaining length settle down.
Oh, wow, that’s so much better, my head feels lighter and the back of my neck feels cooler. As I stared down at the pile of hair I’d cut off, I let out a sigh...that’s a lot of hair, it’s basically proof of how long I’ve been here.
And that’s starting to make feel impatient...how much longer will I be stuck here before I finally get the opportunity to take my revenge?
No, I can’t let myself get too far ahead...I just need to think about this way; the longer it takes for to get my chance, the so much sweeter it’ll be when it finally cos...
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