Chapter2

#Chapter2

PURITY

I awoke again, but not to darkness this time, I awoke to someone taking the blindfold off my eyes, I must've passed out sometime during my assault.

A large red ceiling came into my view, covered with lit candles, the fire in them still burning as I stayed still, taking in my surrounding, I didn't dare move, I couldn't. I had pain everywhere on my body, in between my thighs, my arms, my legs, my stomach. Everywhere, even my head was throbbing in pain. I could still feel him inside me. I felt, empty. Like something had been taken away from me, and I don't mean just my dignity, I mean something that belonged to me, something that was a part of me. Almost like, he had took my soul.

Realising I was no longer bound to the restraints, I finally found the will to move, rolling to my side, I held my stomach in my arms as I tried to ease away the pain that was still surging through my flesh and that's when my gaze fell onto the nightmare around me.

Blood.

Death.

All I saw was blood, I was laying in literal blood, I was in so much pain that I had not noticed the crimson liquid pooled around and on me. That wasn't the worst part, the worse part was the lifeless bodies of multiple girls. Sitting up, I looked all around me, girls. Dead girls. All six of them dressed in a white dress which was now covered in their own blood.

Nausea crept up my throat as I inhaled in the massacre around me. Getting off from the black table I had been restrained on, I scanned the red markings carved into the table, a pentagram. This was a sacrifice? I felt even more sick now and I couldn't hold the bile rising up my throat in any longer, bending over just as I was about to throw up, someone placed a bucket before me for me to throw up in and I did just that, vomiting my guts out, I spilled my misery into the bucket and as I was finally done throwing up, someone else handed over a cloth for me to wipe my mouth with.

Coming back to my senses, I turned to look at the people who had just helped me. They were both dressed in a black robe, the hoods covering most of their face, casting a shadow over their lips. I couldn't even tell if they were male or female but by their large build, I assumed men.

/"What is this?/"

I questioned, grateful to whoever took the tape off my mouth before I awoke.

Silence.

/"Who are you people?/"

I wanted to yell, to force them into answering me but I felt so weak, it took just taking a step forward for me to fall to the floor. I didn't understand why I was feeling so disoriented. So fragile.

As much as I didn't want these people to touch me, I was grateful when one of them picked me up and carried me through the large gloomy building. The walls, floors and ceiling were all painted in crimson red, it looked somewhat like a church. But a cursed one. Or maybe it was a castle. I didn't know and I didn't want to know, I just wanted to get out of here.

Carrying me up a large set of stairs, the man made his way through a long, long eerie hallway, lit candles cascaded the walls, the fire above the wax being the only light to guide us through the maze that was this place.

Only when he stepped inside the room had I realised where he was taking me. It looked like another room for another sacrifice, but later I came to learn that it wasn't. There were candles all over the floors, leaving only a small pathway towards a tub full of what looked like, blood.

My heart sank into my stomach as the man slowly carried me to the tub, placing me inside it, now that I was so close, I could smell the iron stench of human blood.

Thrashing around, kicking and screaming, I tried to fight the restraints that he placed on my wrists and ankles yet again, binding me to the tub full of blood. I wanted to throw up all over again and I'm sure I would've had I not threw everything up in my system already.

/"Stop! What are you doing?!/"

I yelled as he stepped away from me, standing there watching, making sure I was fully strapped in, satisfied, he opened his mouth to talk:

/"You will bathe for six days in the blood of the six pure sacrifices./"

And just before I could question him, he and his fellow hooded friend vanished out of the door, locking me in all alone, confused and terrified.

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The sun fell and rose again, day turned into night and night turned into misery. I wasn't sure how many days I'd been laying inside the blood of the dead but I knew it had to be a long time. At first, I tried to make sense of things, what had happened since I had awoke, who the person who assaulted me was, who were these people and why they were making me bathe in blood but my questions came up empty, I had no answer to either of them and slowly but surely, I was losing myself.

They hadn't fed me, nor gave me a drink of water, I could feel my health deteriorating, I could barely keep my eyes open, my lips felt like shards of glass and my throat was worse. The only way to ease the desert in my throat was to swallow my saliva and I was quickly running out of those too. I swear I was starting to see things, I was starting to hallucinate him. Yet I still couldn't put a face to him.

It's like the longer I spent in this room, the more I felt him possess me. I was losing my mind. Or maybe I had already lost it. Maybe I had died and this was the afterlife, maybe this was my hell.

I only realised that I'd been in here for six straight days when the door opened and in came my knight in shining armour, only his armour was more of a robe and it definitely wasn't shining, if anything, it was doing the complete opposite. I wanted to call out to him, to ask for a glass of water but I couldn't get my voice out, it was stuck against the dryness in my throat.

I did manage to say something though, but it wasn't even close to a word, it was more of a painful moan. But I was grateful to see him walking towards me, though he was walking too slow for comfort, he did however, eventually get to me. Stopping just by the tub, he leaned down and took the restraints off me, now had I had even the smallest bit of energy, I would've bolted. But to my dismay, I was barely balancing on life and death, I couldn't even figure out if this was real.

Just as relief washed over me when he pulled me out of the crimson I had spent six days laying in, terror rose into my chest against my will as he spoke the words that I didn't want to hear.

For he said,

/"You have survived the six days. It's time for your next and final ritual./"