Even fantasy feels pain

I could hear each and every footstep he took on his way down the dark hallway. These iron handcuffs stung my wrists in a pain no one could imagine. Like fire slowly burning away layers and layers of skin. Leaving red welts as kisses. The pain was intoxicating to the point where tears threatened to break over my cheeks in a rain of torment. Closing my ruby-colored eyes I tried to stop the tears. Tears of pain and anger, they never stopped no matter how hard I tried to be strong.1

Oh he would laugh if he were able to lay eyes on me. My naked body lay along the stained bed, unable to move due to the iron chaining me to the bedpost. I had allowed my transparent wings to show after he left but twitched in fear with every footstep he took outside the bedroom. My silver hair was fanned out over my shoulders to shield the many scars I had acquired over the days. I had to get out of here and back home. But how? I have tried so many times. Those times were futile and only brought violent actions and heartbreaking words.2

My wings vanished just as he opened the door. Closing me eyes, I sensed him saunter toward the bed. Placing a pale hand on my shivering back he sighed as though in disgust.3

“ You really are quite pathetic for a faerie…and to think- I was hoping to have more out of you then some mere mortal girl. I suppose I was wrong.” Intertwining his fingers in my hair I cried out as he yanked on it. Silence was the only words my mouth could conjure up. What was there to say? Say how much I loved him and ask why he hurt me the way he did? 4

“Why are you crying? You hurt me when you cry. Always hurting me…” He used to do this. Mutter things to himself that made no sense and only brought on more fear. Yes, fear. Fear of both knowing and unknowing. I knew what he was capable of. But I feared what he would choose next. 5

“ You are mine, pet. Do you question that…?” He murmured, his piercing blue eyes watched me in a way that made me uneasy. It was that look that made me lust for fire to drown myself in. That painful look that causes me to long for death- if that was even an option. Anything would be better then having him stare at me like that. I shook my head, biting my lower lip out of habit. 6

“ You do. I can see that you do. Oh, why do you always hurt me like that?” His voice had gotten higher in rage. I shut my ruby-eyes to stop the tears from falling. Crying, I felt him yank on my hair again. His hand ran down my bare back in a way that made me sick. I heard him chuckle softly behind my ear. 7

“ Sweet, lovely, pet. Oh, such pain you cause me.” He continued stroking my back. He paused suddenly and that’s when I felt the pain. My eyes flashed open in shock at the sudden pain covering my body. 8

“W-what are you doing??” I managed to whisper. He flashed the butter knife with a triumphant grin. 9

“ You will never forget me, pet…” He continued cutting out letters on my back. My body trashed in pain but it did not get me anywhere. 10

“P-please! Stop!”  Choking on tears, I heard him sigh. 11

“ You don’t love me? Such, such pain…” That knife dug into my flesh, sending waves of pain throughout my body. 12

“ …I do love you…please…stop…” Speaking was difficult as I was chocking on fear and pain. Please…someone come for me…Anyone….13

The butter knife clattered to the floor. 14

“ You are mine forever, little faerie.” He unlocked the handcuffs around my burnt wrists, amused at the skin peeling away. Shaking, I managed to move away from him but that only made him laugh. I watched as he stood and sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving me alone in this disgusting place. Blood was all over the white bed sheets. I could not get my hands to stop shaking as I felt one of the slashes on my back. So much blood…so much pain…15

Moving to the side of the bed, I stood up but collapsed onto the hard wood floor. I had to get out of here. On my hands and knees I crawled to the dresser and clutched the wooden frame. Pulling myself up, I gasped at my reflection. Was that I? Raising a hand I placed it onto the mirror. Blood smeared my reflection but I could still see. I turned and studied my back. Through the blood I could still make out the words carved there. 16

‘ you are mine forever.’ 17