Hurt Me . . . (Prologue)

The halls howl with screams of horror and hellish affliction. The darkness would never save them from the fate they were about to endure. At it’s peak a small slit of light and at the other end were a pair of brown eyes judging their worthiness. The prisoners begged for mercy and, one by one, clawing to their doors. Their chains screeched against the rough stone surface of the floor as they pleaded in the hopes to strike peace in the eyes of their only chance at being saved. ‘Please spare us!!!’ were their cries of agony, yet the brown eyed figure remained indifferent, and in one swift move the light was gone. ‘I’ve been conditioned to hate someone…’

“Lord Jurina, what brings you here this time of night?” asked a familiar voice in surprise standing just behind the latter.

Jurina turned with a greeting cheshire cat smile against his lips. There was no doubt that activities during this time of hour could’t be anything, but suspicious. But the sound of his second in command seemed to bring a sense of relief in the latter.

“Sayaka, I came to check on your progress. I have not heard any such word from you since the raid.” explained Jurina as he wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the other, gesturing them to continue walking down the hall.

Progress was slow, but this type of sudden visitation was unusual. And there was nothing more troublesome then an anxious Jurina. It wasn’t seen on his face or actions, but Sayaka could tell in the slit second of a familiar glisten in Jurina’s eyes. No one knew that type of sign in distress better than Sayaka. . . well except for one.

“Feeling restless again Jurina? Should I call for a prostitute to help you unwind?” suggests Sayaka, already at ready to accomplish such a task at the agreement of his lord.

“No need. She’s already asleep,” Jurina rubbed his neck in embarrassment and drifted her line of sight to another direction, “I just wanted to check up on your efforts.”

“So far they know nothing, my lord.” stated Sayaka.

“Dispose of them thoroughly afterwards, understand?” Jurina instructed, his face unmoved and emphasized his stone cold tone.

“I understand.” Sayaka nodded his head and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword that rested at his waist between them.

‘For as long as I could remember she had always been there, chained in the dark.’

“What of my residential prisoner?” Jurina inquired as they reached the most familiar part of the underground prison.

“S-She was injured when in a feeble attempt to escape, my lord. Not a sound has come from her mouth since then—”

Without warning, Jurina whipped around and stuck his second in command across the face. Before he knew it one was on the ground, holding his hand up to his face, and disoriented and then other enraged as fire seemed to fill his eyes.

“Do you have any idea what could have happened?!” Jurina exclaimed, drawing his sword with only his pain driving such actions. Not one rational thought could race through his mind, only instant animalistic reactions could drive his libs.

“Forgive us, my lord! She escaped from her cell and had gotten in the way when disciplinary action was taking place against those who rebelled against our visitation.” beckoned the latter. One wrong response and he knew he was dead in a moment’s notice.

Jurina looked at the last door down the hall and swiftly took his stride towards it. He left Sayaka behind as he placed his sword back in its sheath, his face marked with determination.

His guard that was currently station in front of the entrance door sensed the presence of his superior and swiftly stood to his feet, only to fall onto his knees and bow deeply. Jurina didn’t even give him a slight of glance, keeping his line of sight on the door and thought of only what was behind it.

“Open the door!” Jurina commanded.

“Y-Yes, my lord.” Stumbling to his feet the guard quickly took out the key that was hidden in his steal breast plate.

As soon as the door was opened Jurina exhaled a breath he never knew he was holding. He saw the figure in the dark. His eyes adjusting bit by bit as he slowly walked up to the latter that was chained, arm’s raised and legs stretch out together with bruising. Clad with nothing but a skimpy rag that could barely cover anything, the girl’s head could barely lift itself when feeling something larger and warmer cover her body.

Jurina had taken off his shirt and placed it on top of her. A deathly silence occurred soon after. Unfazed by the sight, he approached her even closer and lifted her chin so their eyes may meet. She hissed in pain like a sigh of one’s final living breath. ‘The blood, the pain, the furry.. I’ve been taught to relish in such things.. my father said that she must endure this pain and that we must enjoy it.’

“Do you have any idea how much you worried me. I thought you wanted to leave my side.” Jurina admitted, his facial features giving way to something even more sentimental.

He started to utter words that were embellished with a yearning so great he didn’t know what he would do if he didn’t break eye contact and whisper his feels in her ear, “Welcome home . . . Princess Rena.”

Tears fell from the girl’s eyes and Jurina could feel the light weight of the latter’s head resting against his shoulder as his bare skin started to become damp.

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‘. . . . I didn’t understand.’