Chapter One:His Pluto

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"Argh!ARGH!! Stop!! please... please! I'm begging you!!!!It's too much! PLEASE!!!-"

A sound slap cuts her off on her already bruised cheek, ashen new tears cascading down her cheeks, her body still buzzing, trembling from the electric shock she'd just gone through, her body feeling like it had been torn apart one by one, her organs ripped apart then slowly put back together again.... the juncture between her legs was still stinging of the pain of her multiple defilement by the sex machine they were using to punish her...

She spurts out a cough of blood, her lungs gasping with the difficulty to breath and still keep up with her pain, her water and blood stained shirt sticking to her skin, her muscles contracting continuously at the dawning cold started making her shiver strongly and her teeth chatter loudly

The Master pulls out the mechanical dildo sharply from her core, and she lets out a pained gasp, feeling her core raptured at the force of his withdrawal, her insides now bleeding down her legs.... and Aura knew she was bruised in the most defiling of ways. She felt so vulnerable, exposed and ugly in the most crude way, she felt so weak she knew she was worthless

She tries to muffle her pain by bitting her tongue, not wanting to give the Master any more satisfaction of hearing any more even though she knew that it was well and too late for that.

"Shut up you fucking bitch! Else I'll double your punishment and you'll go back to your cell crawling like the disgusting worm you are!" the crusty man growls, on one hand a pair of electrocuting forceps and on the other choking her neck almost to death, cutting off her airway, again , and Aura zips her mouth shut immediately, trying to cope with her situation and breathe.... if only he could let her breathe!

She knew it was wiser to accept her fate and keep quiet than to cry out loud

For she knew clearly the consequences of disobeying the Master, and they were never light... crying and screaming did nothing but make her life more difficult

She should at least feel lucky that she was useful enough that they hadn't increased the force of their punishment....

The Master clamps the forceps again to her pale pink now bleeding thighs, and she tries very hard not to wince, not to show any pain...

The Master then dips the wet cloth to the small basin next to him, and cold terror runs across her pale face. She couldn't, she wouldn't make it if he did it to her again, she couldn't!-

She begins to shake her head violently, her eyes widening and pleading as tears begin to barrel down her face again.

The Master turns to look at her, and a wicked satisfied smile runs across his face at her deep fear for what was coming next.

Without drying the cloth, he covers it onto nose and mouth using his electric resistant glove, and turns on the switch, making a jolt of painful electric shock to zap her skin, sending painful electric currents through her body; not enough to kill, or cause any brain or organ damage, and not less enough to be just but a light zap....just the right amount to ensure her a constant unbearable agony even after she's released from the torture.

Her body bows, her toes curl, her skin breaks as blood begins to flow from her thighs, her eyes snap open and she lets out another blood filled dry cough, her voice gone, her body in a constant trembling motion that was painful to maintain, but instinctual so she couldn't stop it

And against her own will she lets out another muffled blood curdling muffled scream of perpetual pain, her body getting numb from the pain itself and her lack of breath, her voice lost in the endless sea of pain and torture, and the Master removes the cloth, and she struggles to breathe and cry and scream in pain at the same time, her voice box broken

And they all begin to laugh her, at her pleas to stop, her master's eyes holding that sadistic satisfaction, his ugly tongue coming out to lick at his salivating lips, his eyes fixated on the damage done between her legs and the bleeding it was causing. She felt so dirty and used at that moment, she struggled not to close her legs and cause more anger out of him.

As he turns his eyes to her face, the satisfaction only grows tenfold; at her constant tears, her wounding red skin, her humiliation from their abuse, her bleeding skin, her brocken bones,at the superiority they felt when she was at their complete mercy, with nothing to do but accept their torture, at the endless pain that's her everyday constant companion....

She had exhausted her tears so much from her constant crying her wells were dry. She could feel her mind and her sanity slipping further and further away from her, and she knew it was only but a little more time and she'd be buried into the abyss of insanity..

"I can't!-" she chokes, only for more blood to spurt out...

She starts to see stars in her vision, and silently knowing she was going to pass out, she's relieved that the pain will stop, even if it wasn't forever, even but a moment was enough... enough reprieve

Although she knew that even in her dreams, her nightmares followed closely, waiting but a moment to shackle to her the minute she had the time to close her eyes.... it was much better than the numbing pain she was feeling at that moment...

She had gone through this pain so many times, so many punishments, and one would think she'd have become immune by now, yet each and every single time it gets worse and worse , the Master gets more and more creative, and the pain increasingly and increasingly intensifies, and then she reaches the precipice and can't hold her pain in anymore... and she screams out loud, and then they beat her so damn hard she forgets her own name sometimes, from crying, from screaming.

And when she didn't, the intensity only increases, with the excuse of me being difficult....

It was a punishment designed for them not to get used to, for them to actually feel the pain every single time, else they lose their purpose.

And the purpose was never lost with her, she could feel each and every acute pain as if it were new to her, and she was growing tired of it.

And she wished, prayed, at that single moment of acute agony, to die.

For someone to snuff out her pitiful pathetic life out of her, to give her the mercy of death...

Begging the divines to end her painful misery, her constant life that was a torture

She was at her limit... she couldn't take it anymore

She finally wanted to die

*******

I open my eyes and find myself on my bed, in my self contained cell of a room

My body was aching like I'd been ran over, the residues of electrical shock they'd administered still vivid on my trembling skin, my wounded areas were bandaged up, and I looked like a log of wood, deposited to the thin mattress that does nothing but intensify my pain

Disoriented, I try to remember what happened to me, and silent tears begin to cascade down my cheeks as I begin to recall my previous events that led me to this state as I stare blankly at the green ceiling that has been my companion for the past fifteen years

Today my opponent begged me to spare her life, begged me while she was wailing, begged me not to kill her, not to end her equally pathetic life...and I didn't.

I had my hands around her neck, I'd brocken all of her ribs, punctured a lung, maybe both, I didn't know, I'd brocken her leg, which was likely never going to fully heal ever again, stepped on and broke all of her toes and snapped her wrist so badly she'd probably be lucky if she could ever write again.... I was ready to kill her, to give her a sweet merciful death that I so wished for myself but coward to do so, to snap her neck out of existence, to free her from this pain, but I let her go, because she asked me, begged me.... looked into her pleading doe eyes and I'd decided to let her go.

And it made Mistress Revana angry, very very angry at me.

Even though I won, even though she lost , she wasn't able to stomach my pity for the young useless girl as she'd called her.

And so I was punished miserably under her direct orders to the Master

I'd displeased her, she said, I did not deserve any reprieve after my pathetic softness that embarrassed her in front of all of her friends; who had all paid handsomely to come and see me in action, called me a worthless piece of waste while at it...

Today I was electrocuted, the Master decided it was too light a punishment for me for my utter disrespect and decided to use a mechanical dildo to mutilate me ... all the while trying to suffocate me with a wet cloth that was constantly covering my mouth and nose, giving me only a bit of time to catch my breath before repeating the same act again.... then he'd release the cloth just to hear and enjoy me scream in pain, then he'd slap or punch me for doing so.

He says it increases my pleasure, that by using the toy and blocking my airway at the same time numbs the pain, so that all I can feel is pleasure, but I think it does the opposite and only satisfies him instead

I cannot tell him that though, it'll make him angry, and he'll add me more, and I couldn't have that, couldn't take it, wouldn't be able to bear it

And I would have to ready myself for tomorrow, for I had another fight coming, and I could not lose....

And most importantly, I could not show my opponent any mercy....

I had to kill him or her in the most painful of ways if I am to get out of tomorrow's punishment scot free. All I could do was pity the unlucky unfortunate soul, because I would not take pity on anyone else ever again

Sometimes I ask myself why I was born in the first place, why my parents decided to give me an existence if they were not ready to take up the burden of carrying it

And if I was an accident, couldn't they have been merciful enough to have ended my life themselves? Didn't I at least deserve that? Couldn't they have arboted me instead?

Since as early as I could remember I knew two things:

One: I was thrown away by my own parents when I was but an infant

Two: I'm a burden that no one wants

I'm the most diminished thing on the planet, I'm nothing. I'm not worth anything, I'm like waste that is only fit for the trash

I'm abandoned and I'm alone. Because if my own parents did not want me, then how could I be worth anything but the piece of killing machine these people were desperate to turn me into

Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself in space, because it was one of the most enchanting and the most free I could feel while locked in this place.

And with all the stars all around me, the wonders of the milky way all at my exposure, the vastness of the landscape and all the unknown possibilities, the aloneness of it all, the pure and serene peace of not having anyone to hurt me or abuse me, and I try to imagine myself as at least one of the planets, at least try and find my uniqueness in this life; my uniqueness in the vastness of space, and I know automatically that I can't be the most beautiful like Saturn and her rings, or the largest like Jupiter with it's majestic splendor, or the coldest like the blue Neptune and Uranus, or the crazy hottest like Venus, the morning star, or the most unique that is earth, or closest to the powerful sun like Mercury, or the red famous planet Mars, I can't even be the most unique like earth... and I then realize that I'm not even worthy to be called a planet, and so I become pluto

And like Pluto I'm all alone, I'm not important enough, I'm trapped in a bubble, separated from the rest, cut off from my family once they've realized I'm different, and they cast me aside.... just as my parents did.

I wished so badly to get used to this life, to get used to the brutal punishments they usually give me, wished I could become more, be worth more and become strong enough to take the pain they constantly inflict on me. To survive and finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I try so hard to keep quiet, to hold in the hurt and the pain of their torture, but it just gets too much, to painful, to potent and I end up screaming my lungs out

And I suffer perilously for it

I sometimes wish I'd have the courage to drown myself in the bathroom like No.12 did, or suffocate myself using the thin mattress they graciously give us like No.15 had

Or I could bite my tongue off like No. 9 had recently done, or stab myself with my knife like No. 3 had done last Christmas

Or allow myself be consciously weak and get killed like No. 7 did yesterday

But I'm weak, a coward, still hoping for something that I know clearly is never going to happen, wishing for a freedom that I know despite my better judgement, I can't have

I'm useless, like every thrown trash in the bin, unwanted, I'm worth nothing... not even my own death, not worthy of the peace death could give me....

And I close my eyes and pray to anyone listening

That I never open my useless eyes again

I'm tired of it all....

****

When I open my eyes I find myself in a tall tower, such a tall tower I couldn't see the end or the beginning of it, such long flight of stairs and no other way out,....

And I begin to choke, the confinement getting hold of me

Was this another test they were trying to give us?

Did they finally want to end my life by leaving me here to die?

And with that thought my stupid determination kicks in, and I find myself disagreeing with my fate, and so I start my journey up, all the while trying to open the occasional windows that had been closed tight shut

The logical thing to do would have been to go down, but sometimes the logical thing to do wasn't always the best option in regards to life or death;that was lesson number 9

After a few minutes approximately, I give up and stop my journey, realizing it was getting me nowhere, my breath laboured and my throat constricting from the claustrophobia....

"You won't reach the top, not that way,"an angelic voice says out of nowhere, breaking my silence and increasing panic...

And that is when I turn and I see her....

It was me....no, not me, for she had such beautiful, delicate skin, her dress as white as the doves, her hair as black as the night, and she was so beautiful, so serene, so.... pure.... that I knew instinctively that she could never be me

"Who, are you?" my voice meekly asks, my voice slightly trembling from the force of her presence

And she smiles at me, her smile so beautiful and so radiant I wished for a moment to snuff out that joy and light for myself,to rob it out of her, and her head tilts to the side in amusement as she gazes back at me as if I'd asked her the most obvious question...

"I am you Aura..." she says, and I shake my head immediately...

I did not believe her in the slightest.

She is so... radiant, like an angel, while I... am broken beyond repair.

" You can not deny what is Aura, for I, am you, and you, are me-we are one and the same," she says

"But you are so,beautiful," I gape at her

She smiles, "Then you,Aura, are beautiful."

I do not speak back, because I do not want her to get angry at me

I do not want her to leave, to remain alone again

The serenety I feel while close to her... I did not want to lose it, so I do not defy her.

She walks up to me and cups my cheek, her smile beautiful and calming, like none I've ever felt, and for the first time I felt... not alone

I close my eyes and bask in the serenity of it all, of the love and hope and peace I felt from her touch. And being deprived of such love, I lean my head more to her touch, and I'm suddenly surrounded by her warmth as I feel her presence all around me

"You have suffered so much Aura, you've endured all the pain and the torment these people have inflicted on you, you have stood on strong all this time and you have survived, and it's taking a toll on you now,"she suddenly says

" Am I dead then, do I finally get the peace of death?" I ask her, my voice hopeful

She looks at me ruefully and shakes her head," No Aura, you are not, because you are not yet done with life,"

And the little hope I'd built up crumbles to dust... I couldn't even be surprised at this moment.

The world was working overtime to work against me.

What else was I supposed to do to finally die?! How many more punishments was I to take before it was finally my time to have peace? What did I do in my past life to deserve such a diservice?!

She lets go of me and begins her journey up the stairs, and I reluctantly follow her, knowing the slight peaceful moment we had had was over,"Your entire life has has been this tower; a constant cycle of living in pain and torment, in constant confinement, like a repetitive cycle, and you have never began to imagine the deep courage and strength it takes to endure this far, for many have tried and failed to reach as far as you have, many had decided to end their pain, but you've persisted, held on to life with the tiniest of threads, but now it's time for you to break free of this, to finally be free," she says

She reaches a window and holds on to the lock,".... to break the shackles that have held on to you your entire life, you have to find the strength to believe in your power, and in the extreme ability you posses, to believe in redemption, in hope and in freedom, and when you finally do," she breaks the lock," then you will finally be able to see the stars," she says, and opens the window, "Then and only then, will your break free from this tower."

...

We were in space, with the stars and the moon and the sun.

They were so close, just within reach... my tower ran up to the stars,and beyond...

My eyes begin to sting, and I hold the urge to cry, the urge to hope again," Do you think I don't know that!" I turn to her, the tears getting harder and harder to hold "I tried! Again and and again and again! I tried so many damn times, so many chances, and I failed, I was too weak!" I say, " and even if I do, then what's next, huh? I'm all alone in this fucking world if you didn't notice, this is like my twisted home, my own parents did not even want me! They hated me, left me to die in this fucking place, to be tortured and suffer and die here for money instead of being damn direct about it and killing me and getting on with it! How will I cope, huh?! How will I survive when I'm all alone?! The only way out is when I pass all my tests, you know that, and even then, I still can never be fully free," I tell her, my eyes burning in rage.

"Then set yourself free," she says, turning to me abruptly and holding my cheek

"You, Aura, are so strong, so powerful, so beautiful, so wonderful and magnificent, and you need to understand that your life, your hopes, your dreams and your destiny, are in your own hands, and that no one in this life or the next has the power to bring you down unless you let them," She tells me gently, yet firmly at the same time.

She sits down on the staircase, pulling me with her," You have held on this far, held onto hope, you long for the freedom you know you can have outside these walls, and you strive to maintain it, but it's waning now,and you have to constantly push yourself, to be that strong woman that has made it this far, but you need to fight for us now, for this is the final battle," She says, and the tears I'd struggled to hold at bay now begin to flow freely

"You shouldn't let your fears or insecurities pull you down, not after all you've been through, not after all the torture you've underwent, and all that you've accomplished, Aura you are apparelled! And this, this is the moment you've been waiting for your entire life, the moment of truth, of freedom, and you need to grasp it tightly, to get us out of here, so that you can see the wonders that await you outside these walls," she says, looking at me as if she were addressing my very soul...

" I am a representation of you dear Aura, your thoughts, your feelings, your hopes, your dreams, all the positive things you never see in yourself but are there, and I've heard your cry, I've felt your despair, your waning hope, you are at the very tip of the precipice,with only but a single push before you fall, and I'm here to give you the strength that you need, the final push, to do what needs to be done, and now, I need you to be strong Aura, be courageous for us," her voice grows firmer

" You weren't ready then, but you are ready now, I need you to open your eyes, to wake up, and fight!"

******

Her eyes shoot open and she stops the knife that was about to plunge into her heart,to end her life...

Her final test had begun!

And it was with the Master!

She lets out a pleased sardonic smile... her revenge was just on time! Brought himself for slaughter!On a silver platter!

He tries to kick her off balance by pushing her off the bed and she sees this, holds on to his leg and pushes him away till he falls to the ground so that she may get ground against him

She was going to kill him in the most painful way!

He smiles in a psychotic way, his tongue coming out to lick the blood from the knife that he'd spilled from cutting her when she'd stopped his attack

"I am going to love slicing you to pieces," he says as he begins to approach me....

"And since you are the best moron here, Mistress will most graciously reward me," he says as he lets out a mocking laughter

"Coward! You try to kill me in my sleep!" she taunts him, spitting at the floor for good measure, gritting her teeth at the pain all over her body, but her adrenaline running high

She lets out a taunting laugh then smirks at him," You got an advantage of sleep and you failed even in that!" she laughs loudly," My mistress must really want you dead if she brought you here as my first challenge, I guess you weren't as important as you seemed to think you were!" she cackles

" I bet she already has someone else replaced knowing clearly that you weren't coming out of here alive, " she tells him, waving her hands dismissively," I would love to walk with you to confirm, but we have an old bargain to settle and I'm impatient!"

" I am going to make your death so slow, so gruesome and so painful, you'll wish for death by the time I'm done with your ugly ass," she smirks.

And his face contorts into that if pure rage, and she lets out sardonic smile

'Utterly pathetic! Showing emotions in battle' she tells herself, and she slaps herself for ever fearing his sorry existence...

' I should have killed him the very first chance I got!'

"Kill him Aura... Get us out of here, be strong'" the voice in her head says

And she charges at him... prevents the knife from stabbing her by twisting his arm till it snaps, she knees him and break his joint, takes the knife from his hand and plunges it into his disgusting chest, and he falls down sharply to the ground by his knee caps, and Aura pushes him down, hitting his head hard onto the concrete, most likely giving him a concussion.

His eyes widen at her in pure terror as she smiles at him.... gifting to him the very face he'd gifted to her when she was crying in pain from all his torture

"This," she presses onto the knife, " is your thymus...and you'll be lucky if anyone can remove it without killing you in the process," she laughs as she presses on harder," that is, if someone can reach you in the next five to ten minutes..."

She then without notice breaks his other arm.... and he lets out a blood curdling scream, and his head slumps back, his eyes rolling....

She gives him a strong backhand that stops him from passing out...

"Pathetic! You are so weak! " she says as she gets up and crushes his ribs with her feet, his knee cap, his wrists, his hands, his toes, slowly, timely and methodologically.... all the while enjoying the pitiful screams coming out of his ugly mouth as she broke new bones each time to keep him from fainting. He foams in the mouth finally, his eyes losing focus...

She smiles at her handiwork and kneels to him, pulling the sword from his heart....

He didn't deserve any last words.....

And in seconds, his eyes roll to the back of his head below her... his body completely dislocated, slowly dying

"Weak," Aura spits on him, his blood all over her clothes. And she watches as the light in his eyes finally dissipate.....

"Get us free Aura... get us out of here!" the voice shouts urgently

And her green eyes turn bloody and murderous....

She goes to her door and opens it, only to find at least twenty men...all holding weapons, ready to kill her.

She smiles and charges at them, no longer in fear, the voice a constant companion, a constant motivation, a constant push

She destroys all of them without breaking any sweat, and she is graceful while doing so, revelling in her attackers cries of pain, using the most painful of ways to end their lives, and she does this till she reaches the very last one, and she takes his gun from his trembling weak fingers and shoots him in his leg and abdomen, before she shoots him between the eyes, and he falls down dead.

She looks at the now empty hallway and she sees at the very end an exit sign, and her blood pumps at the excitement as she runs towards it

"You've wanted this all your life, you've held on, they want to imprison you, to chain you to them, but you are not going to let them,now it is time for you to be free, to finally see the skies," the voice says as she gets closer and closer to her freedom

"You are so strong Aura... you deserve all the love from the world," the voice says

And tears cascades down her cheeks....

She does, she deserved this!

And she was going to fight for it!

She opens the exit door, only to see she's in a large podium stage, with cheering audience and her bloody face all over the big screens. The screen switching to her battles across the years, and her fighting skills, to the number '1', then back to her bloody face.

The MC looks estatic as he talks on an on about her,"Everyone, ladies and gentlemen! The moment we've all been waiting for, after 5000 winning battles- it is - the final- SHOWDOWN!!!"he screams with the crowd, who are holding banners with her name 'No.1' with the colors red and green, some blowing whistles and others drumming their legs.

"May I present to you! NO.1 !!!!!" he says finally, pointing at me, and the screens shift all the focus towards me, all bloody and murderous, with only but a gun on my hand.

*****

And in front of her is her Mistress Revana, standing tall and confident, her posture intimidating her as it usually did.

Six guards on each side make a pathway to her, each armed with a different weapon, each aimed to kill her. She could taste the killing intent in the air.

She takes a deep breath in....

"Congratulations No 1, you've reached the final stage of our trial, and this is the challenge that will earn you your freedom," she says

Aura stiffens, her back going taut, her fingers becoming fists around her bloody knife.

Mistress smile slyly, noting her reaction

"Mistress..." she says, meaning her acceptance of the challenge, her head bowing

Her smile grows wider....

" No 1,Aura, your final challenge... is to kill me," she says

Aura's eyes snap towards her in surprise

"Kill me, and you'll be free," she says

And Aura stills, taking calming breaths

Was this another test in itself?

"Let me help you, let us be one, let us be finally free!" the voice says.

And she finally gives in to the voice, to the power she could taste in it, for the freedom she could feel from it.

And her eyes turn cold, clear, devoid of any emotions

She takes the gun she'd placed at her back pocket and points it at her, her breathing steady.

She prepares the trigger, and shoots

And the crowd gasps, because suddenly, as if Revana were a bullet herself, was not there, laying down on the floor, dead...

Slender slithering cold hands hold her by the waist, another holding her cheek as she feels the cold barrell of a gun pointing directly at her spine

"Oops! You missed!"

Bang!

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