cry baby p2

[You're all on your own and

You lost all your friends.

You told yourself that

It's not you, it's them.]

 Hunter opened the door and three men dressed in armour walked in. They looked around and when they were sure no one was going to try to fight them, one of them roughly grabbed Yima and threw her outside. 

 The other two laughed.

 "This is the witch we were all told to fear?" One said. 

 One of her wounds reopened and her screams did the talking, she stayed still not wanting to move another inch. 

 Hunter let out a hiss. 

 "Do that again and I'll kill you."

 "I'm not afraid of a child." One of them said and went to stand in front of Hunter, towering over him. The other two noticed the look in Hunter's eyes and rushed to separate them. 

 "That's the kid from underground, the holder of all four nights!" The shortest one said in disbelief. 

 Yima didn't hear the rest of the conversation, she focused on trying to stand up without causing much damage. 

 Hunter went back in the room and came out with a purple cream on his fingertips. He knelt down and put his hand in her dress. 

 Yima sucked in a breath as he slowly applied the cream on her wound.

 "What happened back there was a blood oath, you are now linked to me. So whatever you're feeling, I'm feeling it too," Hunter stood back up, "So be careful." 

 Yima nodded her head. 

 **

 The men had blindfolded her after her conversation with Hunter and after several minutes of having to endure their boring jokes and stuffy laughter, they finally arrived. 

 It was quiet, smelly and dark. 

 If it wasn't for the fact that she could feel one of the men's beefy hands as he removed the invisible blindfold, she would have thought that she was still blind. 

 The men left her alone. 

 "Come closer child." An eerie voice called out lovingly. 

 "How do I know you won't hurt me?" 

 "Why would I hurt you? After all, you never took it too far with my husband." 

 Yima's heart dropped to her stomach. 

 "Your husband?" 

 "Yes," the voice came to whisper into her right ear, "Med." 

 Yima's mouth shut and the woman laughed, her laugh wasn't as colourful as her voice. 

 "You will never know love because of what you did to that boy. " 

 "I.." 

 "No one will ever love you the way he did." 

 Yima's eyes were clouded with confusion. 

 "I don't understand." 

 "Enough about you, let's talk about me now." 

 Light filled the room which she now noticed was a small cell with weird engravings on the walls. 

 The woman before her wasn't human, she had an unearthly beauty, she seemed to fade away with her sunken cheekbones and dead eyes. 

 The woman studied her with distaste, "His taste in women has changed." 

 "For the better." Yima said.

 The woman chuckled.

 "You see my husband hates me for what I did and more so what I plan to do." She sat down on the only bed there.

 "What did you do?" 

 "Explaining was never for me, I'll show you instead."