-Karen-When I awoke the next time, I was back in our apartment. I bolted up and looked around. I looked down and saw that my belly had grown a lot more since I remembered seeing it last as it protruded through nightgown. I was much smaller before Michael captured me. How far am I right now? I look like I could have this baby any day now… I felt my son moving around, most likely protesting my unwelcomed sudden movement. Sorry pumpkin. Please don’t be too angry at Mama! I had been lying on the chaise and slowly looked over to the bed.Three pale faced people lay a few feet apart from each other in the large bed. The door opened and closed quietly as I took a step towards the bed. I crossed the space and tried shaking Conor awake. “Wake up!” I rubbed his cheek and kissed his lips, but he didn’t stir. “Wake up Conor! Please!” I pleaded shaking his shoulders. I pressed my ear to his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat. The melodic rhythm I loved and had fallen asleep to many nights befo
-Karen-“Step aside, my sweet.” Michael instructed as he put rope around my wrists on me. I fought back as best I could, but I was overpowered quickly. He dragged me by the rope and hung it on a hook even though I begged and pleaded to be released. It eerily mirrored the room that Lewis had taken me to. “I promise we’re going to make you wish you were never even born.” He crooned as they smiled cruelly. He patted my right cheek then walked over to a table on the left wall. Beatrice pulled off the black sheet that had been covering the table and laid out perfectly was an entire collection of tools designed for torture. Some of them were familiar as Lewis had already used them on me but the rest were foreign. Look at all of those weapons… There must be at least thirty or more. I felt a lump form in my throat as I resigned myself to face this impending torture session. I’m going to die here, and I won’t have even had the chance to say I love you one last time… I fought hard against my e
-Karen-“Hey, do you have that juice I told you to bring?” Michael asked as I felt the hooks dig in and be ripped out again. I felt sick to my stomach from the continuing pain. Another lash that ripped away flesh. I fought to push away the nausea. Beatrice left my line of sight as the hooks continued to dig out the flesh in my back. “Yes, that’s the one! Bring it over here and we will pour it on her back. That should wake her up a bit!”Beatrice walked past me with a smug smirk as I struggled to breathe. Michael took a break from flogging me as Beatrice reached behind me. As soon as the liquid touched my open wounds it felt like I was being set on fire. I shrieked and screamed from the pain as she doused me with more juice. “Come on! Scream louder bitch! I came two weeks from home for this!” Beatrice yelled as I screamed as loud as I could from the mind crushing agony. I ended up vomiting from the pain I was being put through. “Gross!” She yelled, gagging in response.“Have some more
-Conor-Conor was the first to wake. He slowly woke up holding his head with his hands as sat up carefully. He remained still for a few minutes as he tried to figure out what had happened. I went to confront father and the Generals so I could try to get Joanne back and then everything escalated quickly… They said they were going to do an interrogation on her- Why? What happened after that? He thought a few more minutes as his head throbbed. Before I could even begin to fight back, the command was issued to for me to be punished. Octavian and Michael! Those bastards attacked me! It’s all black after that… He looked over to his right and he saw Bart and Joanne. They are both here. But wait…Joanne looked different but he couldn’t figure out why. Something’s off about her…He took her left hand as it dawned on him as to why she looked different. “Oh no! They didn’t…” He whispered shaking her shoulder roughly. “Joanne! Joanne!!” She started to stir slowly. Conor reached over Joanne and sho
-Conor-With lightning speed, Conor disarmed Michael’s sword and slashed his throat. “You fucking bastard! I only wish I had more time so I can torture you like you truly deserve.” He left the room quickly rushing down the hall passing many servants as he dashed to the servant’s stairs as the blood dripped off the blade along the floor. He quickly ran down the stairs and made his way into the small dining hall and through to the kitchen. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead! Please hold on! Hold on for me Kay!Many servants and soldiers stepped quickly out of his way as he passed by them with an icy death glare in his eyes. He snapped the keys up off the hook as he proceeded down to the dungeon. “Kay! Answer me!” Conor shouted as he looked into a couple open cells right in front of the stair landing. He saw several empty rows with cells on either side. He turned to the left and down the corridor he saw a couple closed off cells of the left side of the main
-Conor-“I want him killed!” Conor shouted coldly. “Torture him! Like he tortured her! And then kill him slowly. Peel his skin off after you boil him! It’s only fair for what he has done to us!” Michael laughed lightly as Conor became even more enraged. “Let me fucking go, father! I’m going to destroy you, Michael!!” I’ll rip your throat out and stomp you down to the bed rock! I’m going to enjoy getting rid if you, you piece of fucking trash!“I’ve heard enough out of you, Michael!” Zachary snapped unamused. He turned back to Conor. “We cannot kill him even if he might deserve it. But I will personally punish him myself. Guards seize him immediately and take him to my apartments. It’s time for you to learn an important lesson in retribution, Michael. Further, bring Beatrice; she is just as guilty in this case.” Zachary commanded firmly. “Octavian, please send for Roger immediately. Tell him it is an emergency; We will see if we can save your Mistress, Conor.” After many of the guards
-Conor-“Good call, Conor. She’s really messed up and she is going to desperately need those fluids. After that, I need you to go to the smaller cabinet and in a blue box there are medicines that she can have.” Bart paused as he pressed along her ribs to check for breaks “I need the one called Hypoxinate. It’s a pain killer and sedative. We are going to dose her up really good on it until we can get her completely fixed up. I still need to check her organs out.” He looked over at Joanne. “We need a bag of blood and the bone stitcher, all her ribs on this side are cracked or broken. But before that, I need to check her organs to see how close or if she is in organ failure.” Joanne handed him a purple handheld device that had a medium-sized bell-like attachment that he moved over her heart and then lungs. “So far, so good.” Joanne disappeared into one of the offices and reappeared with bag of blood. She placed it in what looked like a microwave and entered a code. As the machine turned
-Conor-“No, it’s water and a couple other trade ingredients. It’s painless.” Bart advised as he laid Karen back down. “This might hurt though despite the pain medicine…” Bart placed his palms below her ribs and pushed her back into the table. “Push down on her belly, Conor. I want to make sure we get that salve in there so we can get her back fixed. But remember to be gentle because I still have to address that issue.” Conor set the jar on the floor and placed his hands on her now softer belly and then looked over at her face as he pushed down to make sure she didn’t wince. I can’t think about my attachment to her. I have to keep it together. I have to help fix her. “Well, she didn’t make any faces when I pressed her ribs in or when you pressed down on her, so she isn’t going to feel anything. We drugged her up really good so that’s in our favor.” Conor nodded as he and Bart worked in tandem. Doesn’t hurt to be careful.“That should be enough now. Let’s see how we did…” Bart advised,