Pierced

My eyelids struggled to open, made heavy by the dried blood dripping from my shattered skull, despite this sticky appearance, I managed to open them.

Being severely beaten, tortured and manhandled, to say that I was still alive was a luxury I could not afford, I forced the air into my lungs, I had a burning sensation in my throat that I I almost got suffocated.

"Even breathing is difficult for me?" » I said to myself, sitting and leaning, my back against the wall, I tried to get up…

But my body, my limbs... they no longer responded to me.

Lowering my head with difficulty, my neck was stiff with pain, I could barely move it, but my attempt had been a success, a success which made me take a terrified look at the state of my own body. .

It was then that the pains which had until now been hidden from me thanks to the fact that I was unconscious, began to invade me from all sides.

At one point, I felt light tingling and then a simple itching that quickly turned into excruciating tingling, I wanted to scream, even though I risked attracting the attention of my attacker, for fear that he came back to torture me even more, all of which I didn't care about.

All I wanted to do was scream, the pain was becoming less and less bearable.

"Fuck…piss…"

My voice refused to come out, as if the location of my throat had been crushed, I couldn't check because my limbs were no longer responding to me, they must have been too.

"Damn you, I'm so deplorable now!!"

"why didn't he finish me off like he did for so many others?, that would put an end to this suffering" I said to myself internally, left alone in my corner, among so many others who bathed in their own blood.

* * *

I felt my heart sink when I saw the ogre enter the room, but there was something wrong with his expression, he looked like he was... happy.

He entered with an ugly ghoulish smile on his hideous face and in his hand he held a rope and at the end of that rope, a silhouette of a woman, entered the room, dressed in leather armor with shoulder pads and metal leggings, she looked great, at least not for someone who was taken prisoner.

With a disdainful look, the young woman followed the ogre to the back of the room, voluntarily heading towards the other woman tied to the post that the ogre had severely beaten yesterday.

"Hey friends, I brought you a fresh companion!" Said the ogre, revealing the filthy teeth.

"Say hello to your new friend, I hope you get along, because in hell, we have the right to support each other as companions, right?"

The young woman tied to the post raised her face, her expression slowly becoming horrified as her eyes landed on the one the ogre had brought back.

"Yadha? What are you doing here?" She screamed desperately, I saw in her eyes the last glimmers of hope slowly disappearing.

"Yadha..? This name means something to me" I asked myself, but I couldn't remember it anymore, this name I think I've heard it over and over again "how could I have forgotten this name?"

"Big sister Caliscia I came to save you" I heard him say, his voice was weak, but loud enough that those who were still breathing wanted to look up to check who said that.

"Wait a minute…" I said to myself, realizing that now the names of the young women "Yadha… and Caliscia..?" Obviously these names could tell me something, they are the two most gifted young warriors of this generation in the clan, recognized for their strengths and their mastery of their abilities... to think that Yadha was also captured, what a shame...

Hearing Yadha's response, the ogre was surprised, he let out a loud laugh, both frightening and provoking which made my whole being tremble, how dare she? Had she gone crazy? Pretending to save us from this situation.

But before I could finish thinking, I saw blood splatter on Caliscia's face, I ended up thinking that the ogre had finished off the young woman in an excess of anger, but I had wrongly, the blood that was splashed did not have the usual red color of demi-humans, it was rather green, quite simply because this blood did not belong to a demi-human.

It was the blood of the ogre, from his chest I could see a hand coming out, this hand was dirty with green blood, and she was gripping something shiny in this same hand, it was an essence stone.

The ogre had just been pierced with a single blow, by Yadha who had taken him by surprise, this simple little moment of inattention had cost him his life.