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The smell of fresh rot permeated the room making her swallow back vomit. Instead her attention inadvertently moved to the chairs in front of her for viewing. They fed her food to help her recover. Her blood still covered the floor beneath the chair. She fought the urge to cry out as the heat blistered her skin not wanting to increase the pleasure of the present company.

Her hair pulled from where it remained tied but she hurt too much else where to even care anymore. A few Fae waited as if for a movie to begin. Not wanting to know what would be in store for today she avoided watching him.

Her heart could not take the betrayal. The audience apparently decided that seeing as she would not scream from the pain administered by Castiel, they would try and see if they could do any better. At least death would be a sweet release.

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up with Facebook up with Google. She sat upright like a human. A couple of growls erupted as she closed her eyes against the pain, bit her tongue and held her breath. He just did not feel like the same person she fell in love with. They had applied some kind of salve to her wounds so they no longer hurt her. His betrayal hurt more than the breaking of her ribs and sternum that one of the faeries caused. It was exhausting, freighting, and worse than death.

Her torture continued for hours making her body about ready to give out. She bit blood from her lips avoiding any screams from escaping.

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How it works. He jammed toothpicks up her fingernails, stung her with several large scorpions, shoved ice picks into her body through the ts in her legs and arms, and inserted acupressure needles into nerves causing a constant pain in her neck and shoulders. A faery that had no head took her attention first.

He looked like a shaggy black dog. A large foul smelling beast dumped her on the hay stack in the corner of the room and left closing the door behind him. A faery approached her, a bogie with horns, sharp teeth, fiery eyes and large claws.

in with Facebook in with Google. For more information on how we use cookies, read our Privacy Policy. Books that perform well based on their reader engagement are published by Inkitt in different formats and channels. Her entire being filled with a hatred for Mabh, who all the while sat in her luxurious chair with a devious gleam in her eyes and her lips slightly upturned at the corners in a sneer.

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in. She received medical attention from healing faeries, and torture from someone she loved dearly. Castiel tortured her in ways she would never forget for as long as she lived. She yanked out some of her hair due to it being tied to the chair. Traitorous tears soaked her face and the remainder of her nails dug into the arm rests of the chair. The next, a small serpent like faery with arms and legs. Chapters 2. Castiel just let them. If she had remembered correctly from her training with Castiel, it was anthropophagi, a cannibal faery. A huge void filled him and she did not know what it was.

The many cuts she had were still hurting and stinging from the alcohol he poured over them. Not having the strength to fight it anymore she let unshed tears fall down her face and sleep overtake her. The cracking coming from inside her still echoed in her ears. Just as the day or night passed someone removed her from the chair and carried her back to her cell with barley any strength left to open her eyes.

She looked small and sly with fingers like long icicles. When she refused to move he grabbed her fictional by the arm and dragged her back to the torture room. Fanfiction More Fanfiction. The healing of the wounds was almost torture than the pain as it brought the knowledge that they would allow her story to recover and then do it all over again. Come the next day she heard the door scrape against the floor as it opened and someone place a plate of food on the floor.

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She would just smell the horrid smell of her flesh burning briefly and the slight sizzle sound it made. For days this continued, constant torture and pain.

Castiel strapped her in and proceeded to setting the room up again. Decline Accept. As much as she did not want to take anything from them she could not help the hunger that came from the beating her body took the day before. Over and over she begged him to stop, begged him to tell her why. Have an ?

She appeared as a middle aged woman clothed in green robes. Castiel this time began with a hot silver knife on her arm. She hoped for human food rather than faery food.

Reset Password. She found it hard to come to terms with the fact that he was actually doing this to her.

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Morbidly she thought how smart the method was to use a hot knife as to stunt the blood flow at the same time. They were expecting a lashing human in excruciating pain and she would do all in her power to prevent them from having that enjoyment. She ate every morsel taking pleasure in how much better it made her feel.

She would not have to see the harsh burn to her flesh and blood flowing freely from the wound right before it coagulated from the immense heat. Write or Story. The thought made her nearly gag, again. Not once would he say anything to her. Exhaustion filled her from her efforts in holding back screams. Had she not been looking at her audience she would have been more vigilant to close her eyes.

You can also up. Castiel stood waiting for her to stand up.

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Just when she thought she would pass out he would stop and have someone come in to clean and dress her wounds. Pick Your Birth Date. She did not want to give any of them the satisfaction of watching her cry from the pain. She just barley finished the food when the door opened again just inches from her face moving the plate against the wall and breaking. The third faery watching she suspected to be a duendes faery. We use cookies to give you the best experience possible.

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Much to her relief it contained bread and some rice. Readers can read all books for free, without any and give the authors feedback. Though the queen was absent, it made her blood boil to see excitement in the eyes of these creatures waiting for her pain. Perhaps if they thought she would never cry out they would stop coming and Mabh would grow bored, finally ending her life.