The screams that came from the chamber were without a doubt female in origin. They were horrible and shrill. They would die for a moment, only to be replaced with sobs and begging. The words fell so easily from the female lips in her begging once the pain was taken from her. There was a dark chuckle and some mumbling, but nothing else was heard except the pleading and sobbing of the female for a moment.
That changed after a strange sound was heard, and then the screams picked up again, different as if to protest and beg all at once ? something was about to happen that caused the female to beg with screams. Chains could be heard, the female was fighting against them fiercely based on the sound that they were creating. Then the sound of a hard yank on a chain, and then the screams came again. The sound so sharp and shrill, there was no way to escape it. The chains made more noise then quiet. The screams of terror and pain however did not go away, did not slow or stop. Someone was shouting something over the screams, and then laughing that could cause air to freeze in place.
It was a moment later, when the screams returned to whimpers that a man in black stepped through the door. He approached a man in near threads draped over his body. He was chained upwards, dangling from a rafter. Tears were running down his cheeks, his wrists a bloody mess from the chains that held him over the floor. He didn?t look back up, keeping his eyes on the ground, his toes trying to touch the ground to ease the pain of his wrists. He looked back up at the beam holding him in place. He remembered putting that beam up in his house to be the support for the roof.
He was in a nightmare that was the only way to describe it. He looked back up at the black dressed form through a black eye. He licked his lips, still feeling the wet blood from his lips and gums. He twisted trying to get them loose for what seemed the thousandth time. The chilled finger reached up, taking the man by the chin. ?Tell me, sir, where are they? Where have you hidden them?? The request was simple, almost polite through the cold tones that had escaped the black figure?s throat.
The man shook his head slowly then violently, pulling his chin free of the cold grasp. ?I?I will never tell you, monster!? There was still some defiance in the old man?s voice. He was so sure that what he had done, what he had given up was for the greater good. He spit blood down on the boot of the figure. The retaliation backhand would caused the man to spin on the chains, causing them to twist, creating more pain, then unraveling and jerking him around.
?I am sure that you will, it is just a matter of how much suffering you want to occur to your beloved.? The black form said in response. ?I would imagine that hearing her scream is something that rips you to your core.? There was so much truth in the dark one?s words, the man thought, but still shook his head, looking into the auburn eyes of the stranger. ?Very well.? The man in black said, arms folding behind him as he walked back out the door. He turned the corner and walked into the next room.
The sobs began to pick up, then heavier breathing came before the screams started again. Something was muttered, not loud enough to come through the walls that he had built for his family home. The man tried valiantly to free himself from the chains, pulling himself up slightly only to fall, causing the bands to cut deeper into the flesh. Then another loud and violent scream more begging to be released found their way to his ears. He began to cry again, biting his bottom lip sharply. The man had told him, if he would just give him what he wanted, he and his wife would be spared. Until then, she would be tortured and ?used? he said.
The man didn?t believe him until he heard his beloved beg. Her sweet voice was raspy and horse after the hours of being subjected to the dark man?s hands. Her ring had been taken from her finger and thrown to the floor just out of the reach of his feet. He couldn?t help but sob and cry every time he looked at it then heard her beg. He shook his head.
He couldn?t do it, he couldn?t give up everything. His wife would not want him to do it. She wouldn?t give him what he wanted, neither would he. Another scream came, and a sloshing sound came from the other room. He cried out again for his love. The cries died down, but they were being muffled by something. The man in black walked back into his room again, casual and refined. How could a being do these things to another being?
?Your wife is a lovely treat, you know. I think she is starting to warm up to me. Or at least, warming up to the ideas I am suggesting to her.? He chuckled slightly. ?Are you ready to give me what I want??
The man shook his head defiantly, his will asserting itself to protect the treasure the black form was after. ?I would rather die than give you the satisfaction!?
He shook his head, ?Tsk tsk tsk.? Came from his lips, ?I can believe you would rather die, however?? He stepped closer to him, his one hand moving out from behind him pointed towards the wall separating the loving couple. ?I do not think you will allow her to die in such a fashion.? He folded his arm behind him. ?Believe me when I tell you, sir, she will die if you do not tell me what I want to know.?
The man shook his head again then looked away. The man in black sighed once more, and began his walk back out the door and around the corner to the opposing room. The gag apparently removed, the begging started again. The wife wanted to be released, she was pleading with the man in black. There was some quiet mutterings from the man in black and then a chuckle. There was a loud denial then another mumble that couldn?t be heard correctly, he was sure of it.
Then it got quiet in the room for a couple of minutes, at least in reality. The clock took forever to tick the next second. Then there was another scream, but instead of pain it sounded pleasurable, pleasant. The man wished he could squeeze his ears as easily as he closed his eyes. He clenched his teeth, hissing breath in and out of his body.
The man in black came back in, arms folded behind him. ?You are a lucky man, sir.? The man in black said simply. ?Your wife is quite the catch.?
The man broke down sobbing, almost as if he were hanging even lower on the chains. Finally, he nodded. ?Let her go, and I?ll tell you what you want to know! Just let her go!?
There was a dark chuckle from his throat, the man in black spun on his heals, walking away from the man, and called out the door. A moment later, the blond haired woman stepped through. Her body was bruised and ripped from the ropes that held her. The marks showed that her confinement was far more vile than his own. Tears swelled up in his eyes before he looked down at her hand, a second before she plunged the dagger into her husband?s chest. ?I do not need you to tell me.? The dark form looked back at the slightly smirking wife. ?Your ex-wife has informed me where your daughters are hiding.? The man in black stepped away, walking out the door with the wife walking behind him quietly. The only sound left was the sound of the blood dripping down the exposed portions of the blade, and dripping to the ground.
That changed after a strange sound was heard, and then the screams picked up again, different as if to protest and beg all at once ? something was about to happen that caused the female to beg with screams. Chains could be heard, the female was fighting against them fiercely based on the sound that they were creating. Then the sound of a hard yank on a chain, and then the screams came again. The sound so sharp and shrill, there was no way to escape it. The chains made more noise then quiet. The screams of terror and pain however did not go away, did not slow or stop. Someone was shouting something over the screams, and then laughing that could cause air to freeze in place.
It was a moment later, when the screams returned to whimpers that a man in black stepped through the door. He approached a man in near threads draped over his body. He was chained upwards, dangling from a rafter. Tears were running down his cheeks, his wrists a bloody mess from the chains that held him over the floor. He didn?t look back up, keeping his eyes on the ground, his toes trying to touch the ground to ease the pain of his wrists. He looked back up at the beam holding him in place. He remembered putting that beam up in his house to be the support for the roof.
He was in a nightmare that was the only way to describe it. He looked back up at the black dressed form through a black eye. He licked his lips, still feeling the wet blood from his lips and gums. He twisted trying to get them loose for what seemed the thousandth time. The chilled finger reached up, taking the man by the chin. ?Tell me, sir, where are they? Where have you hidden them?? The request was simple, almost polite through the cold tones that had escaped the black figure?s throat.
The man shook his head slowly then violently, pulling his chin free of the cold grasp. ?I?I will never tell you, monster!? There was still some defiance in the old man?s voice. He was so sure that what he had done, what he had given up was for the greater good. He spit blood down on the boot of the figure. The retaliation backhand would caused the man to spin on the chains, causing them to twist, creating more pain, then unraveling and jerking him around.
?I am sure that you will, it is just a matter of how much suffering you want to occur to your beloved.? The black form said in response. ?I would imagine that hearing her scream is something that rips you to your core.? There was so much truth in the dark one?s words, the man thought, but still shook his head, looking into the auburn eyes of the stranger. ?Very well.? The man in black said, arms folding behind him as he walked back out the door. He turned the corner and walked into the next room.
The sobs began to pick up, then heavier breathing came before the screams started again. Something was muttered, not loud enough to come through the walls that he had built for his family home. The man tried valiantly to free himself from the chains, pulling himself up slightly only to fall, causing the bands to cut deeper into the flesh. Then another loud and violent scream more begging to be released found their way to his ears. He began to cry again, biting his bottom lip sharply. The man had told him, if he would just give him what he wanted, he and his wife would be spared. Until then, she would be tortured and ?used? he said.
The man didn?t believe him until he heard his beloved beg. Her sweet voice was raspy and horse after the hours of being subjected to the dark man?s hands. Her ring had been taken from her finger and thrown to the floor just out of the reach of his feet. He couldn?t help but sob and cry every time he looked at it then heard her beg. He shook his head.
He couldn?t do it, he couldn?t give up everything. His wife would not want him to do it. She wouldn?t give him what he wanted, neither would he. Another scream came, and a sloshing sound came from the other room. He cried out again for his love. The cries died down, but they were being muffled by something. The man in black walked back into his room again, casual and refined. How could a being do these things to another being?
?Your wife is a lovely treat, you know. I think she is starting to warm up to me. Or at least, warming up to the ideas I am suggesting to her.? He chuckled slightly. ?Are you ready to give me what I want??
The man shook his head defiantly, his will asserting itself to protect the treasure the black form was after. ?I would rather die than give you the satisfaction!?
He shook his head, ?Tsk tsk tsk.? Came from his lips, ?I can believe you would rather die, however?? He stepped closer to him, his one hand moving out from behind him pointed towards the wall separating the loving couple. ?I do not think you will allow her to die in such a fashion.? He folded his arm behind him. ?Believe me when I tell you, sir, she will die if you do not tell me what I want to know.?
The man shook his head again then looked away. The man in black sighed once more, and began his walk back out the door and around the corner to the opposing room. The gag apparently removed, the begging started again. The wife wanted to be released, she was pleading with the man in black. There was some quiet mutterings from the man in black and then a chuckle. There was a loud denial then another mumble that couldn?t be heard correctly, he was sure of it.
Then it got quiet in the room for a couple of minutes, at least in reality. The clock took forever to tick the next second. Then there was another scream, but instead of pain it sounded pleasurable, pleasant. The man wished he could squeeze his ears as easily as he closed his eyes. He clenched his teeth, hissing breath in and out of his body.
The man in black came back in, arms folded behind him. ?You are a lucky man, sir.? The man in black said simply. ?Your wife is quite the catch.?
The man broke down sobbing, almost as if he were hanging even lower on the chains. Finally, he nodded. ?Let her go, and I?ll tell you what you want to know! Just let her go!?
There was a dark chuckle from his throat, the man in black spun on his heals, walking away from the man, and called out the door. A moment later, the blond haired woman stepped through. Her body was bruised and ripped from the ropes that held her. The marks showed that her confinement was far more vile than his own. Tears swelled up in his eyes before he looked down at her hand, a second before she plunged the dagger into her husband?s chest. ?I do not need you to tell me.? The dark form looked back at the slightly smirking wife. ?Your ex-wife has informed me where your daughters are hiding.? The man in black stepped away, walking out the door with the wife walking behind him quietly. The only sound left was the sound of the blood dripping down the exposed portions of the blade, and dripping to the ground.