Zenora

A/n: Readers, please read carefully. This chapter and the next, has abusive content. Thanks for reading! 💛

We had spent some more time talking about why I left and how I felt about going back now. I didn’t tell him everything though. He wasn’t my friend; he was just the doctor. He was acting a bit suspicious though, shifting his butt on the chair constantly, like he was waiting for something. I heard Bastet squeak and growl outside the house, I think I even heard her scratching the sturdy wooden fence she was tied up against.

When I wanted to stand up to see what she was doing, I felt dizzy and stumbled to the door. The doctor caught me in time and seated me back on the chair.

“How do you feel?” He asked me, with a strange undertone in his voice.

“Don’t you think that the wine tasted good?” He said with a smirk on his face. Well, it tasted funny but I just guessed it was a different kind of grape compared to the ones on earth.

“What? You don’t recognize the wine from a few weeks ago? The colonel’s servant, that I paid off, did a good job there.” He said again and then I realize what he meant.

“Traitor!” I yelled a bit clumsily, as I felt my body struggle to keep sitting up straight. I suddenly remembered the strange taste of the wine from dinner, the night that I fainted. Why didn’t I think of it before!? Even Bastet was trying to tell me something was off!

“Don’t worry Princess, you will be awake and feel everything this time, as the wine only contained a little bit of the paralytic plant compared to the last time you drank it.” He said while he took a rope from his bag and then started to tie me up to the chair. He explained that the plants he used were quite rare, only a hand full of people know about it.

“When you got sick, I was pleased to hear that the general broke his relationship with you, after you woke up. I knew it got me more of a chance to get you alone now.”

I tried to stop him from tying me up and waved my arms and legs around. But my body was too weak, I didn’t have enough strength to stop him. He tied my arms behind the chair and my ankles to the legs of the chair. My shoulders and neck were tied as well and they were connected to my hands, so that if I would pull my hands, I would strangle myself with the rope.

“You don’t even remember my name, do you?” He suddenly said.

“What, you mean Doctor sadistic shitbag?” I said and he slapped my face with the back of his hand.

“My name is MARKUS, you bitch!” Then he slapped me across my face again. I turned my head from the impact, but it didn’t hurt that much.

“During training, Brock’s hits are far worse than yours, so beat me all you want. I couldn’t care less! He will find me and then you will know the true power of his wrath!” I yelled at him but he just chuckled.

He explained to me that he knows for a fact that the general is searching in a completely different direction. Right now, he would be so far away that he wouldn’t come close, for more then a whole day. If he did get close any quicker then he still had to find this place, which was a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. I got a bit terrified of the idea that no one was close enough to hear me, and now I got angry at myself for not telling anyone where I went.

I was glad though that Brock didn’t actually got attacked by Orcs, like Markus told me when we were in the cave.

He then forced some more wine in my mouth as to keep my body sedated. I guess he was afraid of what I might do to him if I wasn’t drugged. He didn’t look that strong and I am well trained and able to fight him off if I got the chance.

“Why are you doing this to me? What’s in it for you?”

“I guess I could tell you later, since I have quite some time, to play with you.” He said.

I grunted, but I wanted him to stall time, so either I could think of a plan to get out of here, or for Brock to come here and rescue me. He didn’t start talking though, he had gone outside to get a bag from his gryphon. A bedside table was picked from another room and he placed it close to me. He unrolled a leather pack, and in it were several surgical knives and instruments to conduct surgery on human beings. They looked really crude though, as the medical knowledge of this time isn’t updated, compared to the knowledge on earth.

“I guess you might even know more of the human body than I do. But I’ve taught myself quite some techniques to unleash my wrath upon a human body, that I might impress you a little.” He said with a smirk on his face.

He took a small knife from the leather pack and swayed it in front of my face. I wasn’t planning on giving him his pleasure of me screaming. That sadistic, sick mind of his won’t be pleased by me if I could help it.

He cut the sleeve of my leather jacket so my arm was naked now. Then he put the sharp edge of the knife on my right upper arm and pushed in a little. I hissed at the slight pain of it and he licked the drop of blood from my arm. What the hell is he doing, why is he licking my blood?

“Sick bastard!” I said.

He moaned slightly and continued to target my arm with his knife. This time he didn’t just push the knife in my flesh, but he made a cut from my shoulder, all the way down to my elbow. With every inch he pushed on, I had to held in my screams. I clenched my teeth together and tears started to tumble down my face. The warm, red, gooey liquid left my body and started flowing down to my hands, where it then fell down on the floor.

He was smiling at the look of my blood. He then stepped back and quickly grabbed a glass jar from his bag. He put it on the floor under my hands, to catch all the dripping blood.

“I’m going to enjoy this so much! But I’d like to hear you scream as well. Let’s see if I can do that.” He said with a sadistic smile.

He took the small knife again and stepped in front of me. He leaned a bit forward and put his left hand on my right knee. He looked into my eyes and I stared back at him, into his black, soulless marbles. His knife suddenly impaled my left upper leg and with everything I had left, I held my screams in. My hands turned into fists behind the chair and my stomach turned upside down from the pain. He left the blade in my leg for a moment before he started to turn it around.

I felt the bone in my upper leg twist and when I felt it snap, I screamed out. I’ve never endured such a pain of breaking a bone in complete awareness and at such a slow pace. You could imagine, that it would also hurt when you fall down a staircase and break a bone. But that would be a fast motion and afterwards you could go see a doctor. But now, my bone was breaking and tearing so slowly that the pain of it was just a complete mind-numbing agony. I couldn’t control my voice and screamed with all the power I had. I didn’t have enough air in my lungs to scream even louder or longer than my body wanted. Markus laughed menacingly, moaning with each breath of air I had to gasp. He was enjoying my pain and he got sexually aroused from it.

How could a person ever become this twisted? Markus kept looking at my face when he turned the knife around again. His dark eyes twinkled in pleasure as I kept crying in this overtaking pain.

My brain chose to shut down and I fainted.

When I woke up it was still day, but the sun was about to set, as I noticed the ray of sunlight from the roof was gone. I tried to not make a sound and looked around. Markus wasn’t in the room with me. The knife was still in my upper leg and I noticed a glass jar was standing under my leg as well. I lost a lot of blood seeing the jar was half full. My leather jacket was open and the shirt underneath was cut, did he touch me while I was unconscious? I cried silently. If I ever get the chance of hurting that masochistic, sick twisted man, he’d be wishing that his mother kept her legs closed!

This was the moment I had to get away, he hadn’t noticed yet that I was awake. The poison was worn off as I didn’t have the numb feeling in my limbs anymore. I could feel the ropes around my hands, which had lost its tightness around my wrists. Probably because of my pulling from the torture before. Although I didn’t have enough space to pull my hands loose, I still tried. The rope burned in my skin from the rubbing, but then the rope began to loosen up a bit more! My neck got pulled back as I pulled my hands towards my body. I used every bit of energy I had and pushed my head forward. Quietly and suddenly my hands slipped out of it! Yes, that was part one!

The knife in my leg was quite stuck and it hurt like hell, but it had to leave my bone if I was going to be able to cut the other ropes. So, I quickly pulled it out of my leg with my left hand and started to cut the ropes around my neck and legs. When I was free, I could hear some rumbling in the other room, I had to run quickly now. I stumbled out of the house, dragging my left leg behind me. Only moving forward by limping my way to the wooden fence. The knife still in my hand, I walked, and Bastet began to squeak loudly when she saw me.

I heard screams from within the house and I tried to run faster towards Bastet. When I reached her, I heard the door of the house swing open and Markus came running towards me. The knot I tied with the reins was really hard to untie so I chose to cut them. I couldn’t have used my bow to shoot him with an arrow, as the muscle from my upper right arm was cut from top to bottom. So, the only option was to try and fly away. Bastet squeaked loudly towards Markus but he didn’t care, he wasn’t afraid of her. The knot was loose! I tried to climb on Bastet with one arm, while she started to run.