I stumbled along, my father roughly shoving me to keep me going.
"Father, do-"
"Shut up, slut. You're nothing but a mockery of her. They took her away, and you tried to take her place. I'm not letting that happen."
It's no use, I knew.
He was stuck on the thought that I wasn't his daughter.
As I got farther and farther away from the cell, I could hear Drake's screams of anger less and less. Finally, I entered a room.
I noticed three things in that moment.
Horrifying amounts of blood covering the walls and floors.
A table with multiple torture devices surrounding it.
And a bleeding, and shirtless, man chained to the wall.
I frowned deeply, my sympathy and pity going out towards the man. Just what had my father done to him in his crazed state?
My father quickly strapped me down to the table, scowling at me as he did so.
"Wait here. I need more tools." He walked out the room, leaving me with the man.
"Well hello there little lady."
...
What?
How does he sound so comfortable?
"...Hello?" I spoke with uncertainty in my voice.
"The name's Ban. How about you?"
"Danielle." I turned my head to look at the man, his sight on me as well.
"Once we make it out of here, wanna..." He trailed off, his grin, along with the wink, conveying what he meant.
What.
The.
Fuck.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline." I could hear Octavian chuckling in my mind, making me scoff mentally.
"Ah, that's a shame. It's been so long." The man sighed, though his attention would turn to my father once he entered the room again.
"You two are pigs."
I scoffed at my father's statement.
"And you're not?"
His gaze snapped over to me, a hateful glare burning into the side of my head.
"You have no right to speak, slut."
"Believe me, she's not. She declined my offer." My father and I both slowly turned our gazes towards Ban, slight shock on both of our faces.
"Pigs," my father sighed, pulling out a drill, "now for your punishment."
Turning towards me, my father pressed the drill against my skin, about to turn it on and dig it into my flesh.
"Man, you really are a twisted dick-hole."
Excuse me, what?
I watched as my father paused, slowly turning to Ban.
"Excuse me?"
"I said you're a massive bag of shit, douches, and cunt sticks."
My father scoffed, waving his hand so that a sharp rock would fly into the man's side, making my eyes widen.
What shocked me even more, however, was when all the man did was wince.
It shocked me even more so when the rock was suddenly pushed out, not by the doing of my father, and fell to the ground, the wound repaired for the most part.
"Fuck you too."
"I don't really swing that way."
My father inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You're going to fucking get it, I'm cutting her torture time short."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the man smile a little.
...Ah, I see.
That was sweet of him.
I made it a mental note to tell him how grateful I am later.
He may of just saved my life.
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Possible RP ideas for my char (Char = Character) and other char's in my group RP
FantasyNo, once again, this is not an RP for you. Simply a book that I can share with my fellow RP'ers in our own little group RP. However, these are only ideas, they will, most likely, not even be used.
