CHAPTER;11

Chapter :11

"Nala"

(Soul shattering torture )

As I slowly regained consciousness, the fog of unconsciousness lifted, revealing the stark reality of my confinement. I was wrapped in blankets, a fleeting sense of warmth in the cold, dark basement. Memories of Mortifer's unexpected kindness flickered in my mind, like a candle flame in the wind.

He had wrapped these blankets around me, his eyes betraying a glimmer of compassion. Why? I thought, bewildered. He was supposed to be my executioner, not my caretaker.

The hours ticked by, each one an eternity, as I sat in silence, lost in my thoughts. The basement door creaked open, and Mortifer's maid descended the stairs, carrying a tray with a steaming plate of white rice and a glass of crystal-clear water.

"Boss asked me to give you this, so you can live," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.

I remained silent, my resolve unbroken. I was a prisoner, not a guest.

"Come on, I don't want to feed you myself," she urged, her tone firm but laced with a hint of desperation.

I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry."

She says arrogantly "so, you can speak . I almost thought you are mute"

Her expression darkened, and she pushed the plate toward me. "Eat now!"

I refused, and she forced the spoon to my lips. I spat out the rice, defiance burning within me.

"I said I'm not hungry!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the cold walls.

Her slap stung my cheek, and she snatched the tray away. "If you don't want to eat, then just die!"

She said this and leave .

And after that I started to observe the room .

The darkness outside the sole window deepened, night's shadows creeping in. I heard the door unlock again, and multiple footsteps descended the stairs. Five men, clad in black, filled the room, their faces obscured. Mortifer followed, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

I remained silent, my gaze unwavering.

"Still silent," he murmured, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I'll give you a last chance. They're here to extract the truth. Tell me, and I'll let them leave. Otherwise, even I won't be able to save you."

I remained resolute, my silence a fortress.

"Fine, Harper," Mortifer said, nodding to the tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing black eyes. "Do your work."

Harper's gaze met mine, and for an instant, I saw Lenny's ghostly image superimposed on his face. His dark eyes and big eyes lashes remind me of My childhood friend, who had take the bullet for me who sacrificed himself for me. Who wants to protect me untill the end . Untill his end as I remember Lenny . Tears start to fell from my eyes.

Mortifer departed, leaving me at Harper's mercy.

"We'll do everything to break you, girl," Harper warned, his voice dripping with menace. "Choose between silence and suffering or truth and freedom."

Freedom. The word echoed in my mind, but I knew the only freedom I sought was the release of death.

And with that he gone back with his man's.

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the day after that day.harper came again .

" now you have decided right I'm. Giving you one minute to speak " I still remian silent .

Harper's eyes gleamed with a sinister intent as he began his work, his massive fists clenched and ready to strike.

His men surrounded me, their faces masks of cruelty, and the basement echoed with the sickening sounds of flesh pounding flesh. Blow after blow, Harper's relentless assault rained down upon me, each strike precision-targeted to inflict maximum agony.

My body trembled under the onslaught, my screams muffled by the gag tied around my mouth. But despite the excruciating pain, I remained resolute, my silence a fortress that refused to yield.

Harper's face twisted in rage as he hurled me against the wall, my head cracking against the concrete. My vision blurred, but I bit back the tears, refusing to surrender.

His men took turns, their boots kicking my ribs, their fists smashing my face. Blood streamed down my cheeks, and my body felt like a fragile, shattered vase. Yet, I clenched my jaws, determined not to utter a word. And even if I did I will never pass an opportunity like this for some small information pass .

As the torture continued, Harper's fury intensified. He slammed my hands onto the table, shattering the bones beneath my skin. My mind reeled, but my lips remained sealed.

The agony consumed me, a raging fire that threatened to incinerate my very soul. Still, I endured, my silence a defiant cry in the face of unimaginable suffering. Harper's face reddened with frustration, his eyes blazing with a malevolent fury, but I remained unbroken, my spirit unshaken.

Finally, exhausted and enraged, Harper stepped back, his chest heaving with exertion. "Still silent?" he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. I met his gaze, my eyes unfaltering, and nodded almost imperceptibly. Harper's snarl deepened, but I knew I had won this small victory – my silence remained intact, a testament to my unyielding resolve .

As Harper's final blow connected, a dark veil shrouded my consciousness, plunging me into an abyss of oblivion. Time lost all meaning, and I floated in a sea of nothingness, unaware of the passing hours.

When I finally stirred, grogginess clouded my mind, and my eyelids fluttered open to reveal a grim reality. I lay bound to a bed, my wrists and ankles secured by rough ropes that dug into my skin. The room was a dingy, cramped space, heavy with the stench of decay.

I feel something crawling on my body . I thought it was the effect cause of pain

But it was the creatures that crawled across my body that sent shivers down my spine. Tiny ants marched in lines, their tiny mandibles snapping as they explored my skin. Crabs scuttled sideways, their shell-hard bodies scraping against mine. Cockroaches, their shiny black carapaces glinting in the faint light, scurried up and down my limbs, their antennae twitching with an unnerving intimacy.

Other creatures joined the macabre procession: spiders, their delicate legs dancing across my skin; beetles, their iridescent shells glimmering like malevolent jewels; and flies, their buzzing growing louder as they feasted on my sweat and tears.

The sensation was maddening, a living nightmare that threatened to consume my sanity. I strained against my bonds, but they held fast, leaving me at the mercy of this crawling, creeping horde. Panic clawed at my chest, and I screamed, but my voice was muffled by some unseen force, trapped within my own mind.

I hate insects. The crawling one most I hate them . I hate them . How do they know it . It must be mortifier or his man Harper . Well, I hate them both.

But there nothing I can do .

It's hurting .

The crabs ....

No no , don't fell pain . You have to be strong . It's just a nightmare. Yeah a nightmare.

Please .

As I lay there, helpless and tormented, I realized that Mortifer's cruelty knew no bounds. This was his twisted game, designed to break my spirit and shatter my resolve. But even amidst this grotesque torture, I vowed to remain silent, my secrets locked deep within my soul, waiting for the sweet release of death.

Hours dragged by, each minute an eternity, before the men returned, clad in protective suits, their faces hidden behind masks. They untied my ropes, freeing me from the bed, and dragged me out of the room. I stumbled, my legs trembling beneath me.

Harper awaited, his eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation. The insects still crawled across my skin, a living, breathing torment. I felt a rush of warm water, a deluge that cascaded from my head to my toes. The temperature was carefully calibrated, hot enough to scald but not quite boil. It seared my skin, a burning agony that left me gasping.

It's hurt maybe cause of wound on my skin I feel it to much .

"Speak, girl, after this I don't think you can stay silent . Now you know what more and dangerous we can do" Harper sneered, his voice dripping with malice. " speak . I don't know how ... How are you like this . Are you made up of steel .forget about it speak Or else you don't even know what you might have to go through after that."

I clenched my jaws, resolve hardened like steel. Silence was my shield, my only defense against the horrors they inflicted. Words failed me; what could I say? There was nothing left to lose, no reason to care about my own suffering. I had endured the unimaginable; what more could they do?

"I'll never talk cause I don't know anything," I whispered, defiance flickering like a dying flame.

Harper's face twisted in a snarl. "We'll see about that."

His men stepped forward, their eyes glinting with cruel intent. I steeled myself, bracing for the next wave of torture. The warm water continued to flow, a relentless torrent that threatened to consume me whole.

My mind retreated, seeking refuge in the darkness within. I had long since lost count of time, lost track of my own Identity. All that remained was the will to endure, to outlast the agony.

And yet, deep within, a spark remained, a spark of resistance that refused to be extinguished. It fueled my determination, my resolve to withstand the unending torment.

I would not break. I would not speak.

For in silence lay my only hope .

The footsteps faded, leaving me engulfed in darkness. The silence was oppressive, a physical weight that crushed my chest. But before Harper vanished, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with malevolence.

"We will meet again soon," he promised, his voice dripping with malice. "We will never stop until you tell the truth or die."

His words hung in the air like a specter, haunting me long after he departed.

A whole day passed, or so I thought, in the timeless void of my confinement. My body weakened, my spirit flagging. The maid's arrival announced itself with the creaking of stairs.

"Eat, or else you will really die," she said, her voice devoid of empathy.

She thrust a spoon into my mouth, forcing me to swallow. I lacked the strength to resist, my energy sapped by the relentless torture. The food tasted bland, a mere sustenance to prolong my suffering.

After feeding me, she departed, leaving me to my despair. My screams, once loud and defiant, now barely escaped my lips. No one came to my aid, no one intervened. The silence was deafening.

Were they all enjoying my agony? Was Mortifer among them, reveling in my torment? The thought fueled my rage, but my body betrayed me, too weak to express its fury. I'm too tired to be ... I .. I . Then darkness covered me .

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I woke up it's... It's .. no one it here .

The door creaked open again, announcing the return of my tormentors. My heart sank, anticipation of fresh pain coursing through my veins.

Harper's promise echoed in my mind: "We will meet again soon." The darkness seemed to closing in around me once more.

Harper's face contorted in a snarl as he unraveled the belt from his waist, its cracked leather gleaming menacingly in the dim light. "Time to resume our conversation," he sneered, his eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure.

With a swift, vicious motion, he brought the belt crashing down onto my foot, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through my entire body. I screamed, the sound torn from my raw throat as he repeated the strike, again and again, each impact intensifying the agony.

For five interminable hours, Harper unleashed his brutality upon me, the belt slicing through my skin, laying open my flesh. My foot swelled, a ballooning mass of pain, every strike threatening to shatter my resolve.

Sweat dripped from my brow, mingling with tears of anguish as I begged for respite, my pleas falling on deaf ears. Harper's rhythm was relentless, each blow precision-targeted to maximize suffering.

My mind reeled, consciousness flickering like a candle flame in a hurricane. Time lost meaning; only pain existed. Five hours stretched into an eternity, an unending expanse of torment. My screams grew hoarse, my voice shattered by the relentless barrage.

And yet, amidst this maelstrom of agony, a spark within me refused to die. A spark of defiance, of resistance, that fueled my determination to endure, to outlast the unending brutality. For in silence lay my only hope, my sole shield against the monsters who sought to break me.

I lost count of the days, but I estimated 16 or 17 days had passed since my confinement. The cycle of torture repeated relentlessly, with Harper's cruel hands inflicting unbearable agony upon me every other day. The maid's brief visits, forcing food into my mouth, served as the only respite from the suffering.

Each day blurred into the next, an endless haze of pain and despair. My body weakened, my spirit crumbling under the relentless assault. I felt death's presence looming, beckoning me towards sweet release.

Yet, with every torture session, I prayed for the end, but it evaded me. Harper's sadistic games prolonged my suffering, denying me the peace I yearned for.

Self-loathing consumed me. I hated myself, believing I deserved this fate. My existence had become a mere nuisance, a burden to be endured.

"Why must I survive?" I whispered to the darkness. "Why can't I just die?"

The shadows mocked me, offering no solace. My only companions were pain, despair, and the haunting thought: "I am the reason for my own suffering."

In this abyss, time lost meaning. Days merged into an eternity of torment, an unending descent into darkness.

My once-strong will now trembled, fragile as a leaf in an autumn storm. The maid's visits, once a fleeting respite, now seemed a cruel reminder of my continued existence.

"Is this my fate?" I wondered, tears streaming down my face. "To endure until my last breath?"

The uncertainty gnawed at my soul, a relentless predator feasting on my sanity.