CHAPTER 15: Ally

"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks."

– Arthur Miller

When I woke up inside the demon's cell, I felt so numb. My vision is blurry and my surroundings seem so dark. Everything seems moving, for some reason I don't know why. I tried to take a deep breath, before closing my eyes shut, and then started opening them again doing it repeatedly, for a few seconds. I could feel my head getting big.

"Can she make it?" Said a familiar soothing voice of a woman.

Who is she?

What did they do to me?

Oh! I remembered! I was drugged.

Fucking drugged again for the nth time.

While my mind is still cloudy, and being held as a prisoner inside the demon's cage. The monster in me seems to go wild inside me. She was trying to escape on her chain. But even with that fact, I still can't stop myself not to think about the three idiots. Did those demon's fulfill their promises, that they won't hurt my friends? What kind of fate will I have after all of this, etc.

I don't think much about myself, because the first time I got here, dying is just a word to me now. I was no longer scared of death, after all the things I've been through, all these months of suffering, after all these monsters that keeps on taking my whole being. All I think about now is about the three idiots' safety. I can always take care of myself. Dying is no longer new to me. But for them? I may deserve to die because I am a wicked person. But Sean and the two aren't. They were the only hope for all the slaves here. They were their angels. My angel specifically, my saviour and my family inside this hell. If I were to know these demons hurt them, I know to myself that I won't just sit still and do nothing, for they mean the world to me.

I was never afraid of dying. Because after a demon lurking in the human body of my father sold me out on this hell, I already considered myself dead. Sometimes, an image of my mom lingers in my head, but that is no longer important to me as of the moment. For now, I have to think of a way to escape this hell.

Guards are everywhere. They were too many for some reason. Because what's the reason for giving so many guards if their captured is just only one? To add to those facts, I am only 12 for Pete's sake!

As if I could kill them all with my tiny being and small built, unarmed. To add to it, the number of chains in my body is quite exaggerating as well. I have chains on my neck, both arms, and legs. Like seriously? Are they out of their mind? Do they think I can easily escape, that's why they had given me so many restrictions?

They already spilled me water, punch kicked me, and try to beat me to death while being interrogated. I wanted to laugh my ass off with those stupid questions they are asking me. Like seriously? What am I going to say about being a freaking spy, if I am not a spy in the first place? What an imbecile. Do I look like a freaking spy to them? They are all such an impotent piece of trash who doesn't know how to freaking use their head.

That interrogation they did also include perverts who try to touch me but failed because the black-cloaked lady interrupts them. Some even dare to piss on my face. Unmannered idiots. They should make sure to kill me tonight, or else I'm going to kill all those idiots who made fun of me while being held on this cage.

I keep in mind the faces of that bullshits, so I could kill them one by one when I got the chance to escape from this place. I was just really thankful to God that those assholes didn't get the chance to rape me. Because I might fly into a rage and slit their throats one by one.

The demon's already put me in a different kind of torture which hopefully doesn't work for some reason. I don't know what with my body, and it seems too numb that whatever torture they do, I can't still feel pain. I don't know if it was because of the injection injected by the woman in the black cloak or what! TSS...

I couldn't feel it when they burned me with an iron on my leg, even when they tried to carve my body with a knife. It seems like it's completely numb forever! They also tried to remove my toenails, but nothing happened! I just spit on the monkey who did that to me. So he poured me hot water! But the funny thing is, it does not affect my body. Instead, it just made my skin blushed for some reason. I even laughed, when I saw that the naughty face that was torturing me was already annoyed with me. I was electrocuted and whipped, but I still didn't feel anything. They also shot my leg, but nothing happened yet! Until now I haven't felt anything.

Later that day, someone opened the cell. It was the woman with a red necklace and black clothes. The woman entered the cell, as the guy guarding me immediately came out locking the cell closed, leaving me with the lady.

"What do you need?" I asked her seriously and without hesitation.

"How are you feeling?" She asked trying to change the topic.

"Being held in this fucking cell, curse, shot, drowned, stabbed,! Yeah! I feel great! Thanks for asking " I answered sarcastically.

" You're interesting, aren't you?" The woman stated smirking looking so amused with how I talked back.

I look side by side, acting as if I am looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" She asked again looking confused.

"Looking for my care!" I sarcastically answered her again, but then the lady just stared at me, as if she didn't care at all. She even looked at me, as if she was still amused by the answers that I was giving her.

"Why did you help me that night?" I asked without emotions. Trying to feed my curiosity about last time.

"What are you talking about?" She asked in return.

"That night. The first time I met you. Why did you hide me on the file of wooden boxes when a low rank guarding at night came on my way." I answered filling her with answers.

"Would you believe me, if I say I did it on purpose?" She answered with another question. Smirking and looking at me in the eye.

"What do you mean?" I answered confused.

"I have the same goals as yours! I meant to destroy the Dark Claws, the first time I got here," she said seriously.