Inner Demons (Part 9)

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Inner Demons (Part 9)

Frank tried so hard to block out the horrid screams, the torturers laughed as they their prisoners writhed in pain.
“I'M INNOCENT!! I'M INNOCENT!!” A young woman screamed as she was stripped naked and tied to a table. One of them men picked up a strange looking device, it was shaped like a silver pear that had a screw at the top. Two men spread the woman's legs apart so the third could insert the device into her. The woman's breathing became heavier as the cold object slid inside her, the man twisted the screw at the top making the device pull apart. This device was known as The Pear of Anguish, this torture device was inserted into one of the victims orifices depending on the crime. This was inserted into the vagina for a woman, anus for homosexuals and the mouth for liars and blasphemers. As the screw was turned it teared the victims skin apart, it dislocated their body parts and mutilated them horrifically. The young woman's screams echoed throughout the whole room. Frank cringed and looked away from the horrid sight as the man twisted the screw again. A tall man walked up to him and unchained his arms from the wall.
“What are you going to do to me?” Frank whispered lightly. The man laughed and grabbed him by his hair, dragging him over to what looked like a table with rollers on it. This was known as The Rack. The Rack was, most likely, the most painful of all torture devices. The man placed Frank on the Rack and tied his hand at the top and then tied his ankles to the bottom.
“Please sir, I didn't do anything I swear.” Frank said. The man chuckled and began to turn to handle making the ropes pull on his arms. He cried in pain trying to kick his legs out of the ropes. The other torturers had already left the room as their victims were already dead or slowly dying. The man was about to turn the handle once more until an arrow was shot through his forehead. Blood dripped onto Frank’s face making him shiver. He looked up just as the man fell to the floor, he took a look at the arrow to see it had exactly the same patten on it as the other two that saved him before. He looked up to see a small figure in a black hooded cloak. The person put away their bow and walked up to him to untie him. Frank hissed in pain and rubbed his wrists, just as he looked up the figure was gone. He jumped off the Rack and ran out of the room but the hooded person was still no where to be see. He sighed and looked back at the arrow. He ran over to the torturer and pulled out the arrow. Smiling to himself he ran out of the room to find a place to sleep, with no where to go and no one to trust he walked down the cobblestone street and down an alleyway, where he laid on the floor and rested his head on the hard stones before drifting off into a deep sleep.

The sound of fire crackling in the next room woke Ray from his dreamless sleep. His curious eyes scanned the unfamiliar room. This wasn't his room. Nor any other room he had set foot in before. He slowly slipped out of bed feeling pain shooting up his leg. He hissed and looked down to see his ankle was wrapped in a clean, white piece of cloth. Whoever did this must have been careful not to wake him, either that or he was in a very deep sleep. He climbed out of bed careful not to injure himself more. He heard a soft voice from the next room but couldn't understand the language. He saw a figure standing by the fire wearing a black hooded cloak. A small hand reached over for the table and picked up what looked like the foot of a bird. The person dropped it into the black pot that started to bubble. The person turned around pulling their hood down, Ray's eyes widened as he saw her pale face. Long ebony coloured hair fell to her shoulders, glistening emerald eyes shone in the darkness of the room. The young girl picked up a small brown pot of what looked like chopped herbs, she pinched a small amount in-between her fingers and sprinkled it into the pot causing red smoke to fly out. Ray turned his head to see the front door just a few feet away, he look a light breath and ran for it.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” The girl spoke causing Ray to stand still. “Maybe you should rest that leg of yours, or else you'll make it worse.” Ray turned to see her pour some of the liquid into a mug. She slowly walked up to him and handed him the mug.
“What is it?” Ray asked slowly taking it from her.
“My own recipe. It will help make you better.” Ray didn't care if it made him better or not, his throat felt so dry he didn't care what it tasted like. He drank the liquid all in one feeling a shiver run through his entire body.
“Woah, that stuff is good.” He smiled. “Sorry but, who are you? Where am I? And what am I doing here?”
“Oh boy, this isn't going to be awkward at all. You might want to take a seat.” She said.