Torture

Dawn. The sun was resting on the horizon, eager to rise, knowing it was its time to shine. At this exact moment Kyle started to appreciate the tranquil nature that had presented itself to him. He could finally feel the warmth of the sun gently touching his skin with its fragility, the feeling that Kyle was experiencing now could not be expressed in words but only emotions that showed on Kyle’s face - relief. His legs were hanging by the edge of the cliff where his father was buried - a wise man of great faith in the Trinity.

After eight hours of mental and physical torture he could now feel freedom and his eyes were lustrous with the glitters of hope that reflected life, an energy so powerful, yet it could be poison that would instantly kill someone without hesitating. Pictures of Rebekah, a childhood friend, being brutally murdered was on loop in Kyle’s head. An incident that happened 5 years ago was now a scar that haunts him even in his merry times. This was no scar, this was a curse. Fortunately parts of his memories were relinquished voluntarily in order to shut off the recurring nightmares that crept closer to him every time he closed his eyes.

As he sat there, lost in his own thoughts, he saw a distempered pig of spare proportions by a trough. A trough hewn from the butt of a tree that is known as being the strongest kind of wood, one if its kind, that could only be found in between the fruitful woods of the mysterious elves and the cursed jungle of damnable demons of the night, ruled by the god of death himself – Thanatos. Suddenly the torture had come back to impair his sanity, destroying him piece by piece starting from the brain. Kyle’s forehead was cold with sweat dripping down from his hair that clearly had b...

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... all the Warlord had done to her.

“Curse these foul memories!” shouted Kyle.

Faukes released him and was taken aback by the pain he could see in Kyle’s eyes. Kyle was now kneeling on the fertile ground, folding his hands together praying for this mental suffering to stop. He started begging for mercy from the gods and urged them to take his soul away from this terrible world that had never brought any good for him. In a matter of seconds, Faukes slapped him with all his might that caused his ‘brother’ to fall on his side, almost decapitating Kyle. He could not accept this weak side of Kyle, the bravest distant cousin he knew for all his life. He had idolized Kyle and worshipped his personality, being the wisest yet lively ‘brother’ he ever had.

Kyle was now in a foetal position weeping at the same time mumbling incomprehensible words that made no sense to Faukes.