"Wake up bitch!" Clomere cursed as she landed a kick of Diana's torso. Her sharp shrill filled her ears before shutting up, her eyes looked weary, her demeanor unraveled as she looked around to see Clomere waking her up, Jarren absent in the room.
"I was wondering whether I wanted to kill you or not however fair as I am, I'll let you give me five good reasons as to why I shouldn't end you life right now." Diana who was still orienting herself realized Clomere's order jolting her attention. "Huh?" Still baffled with the question, Clomere snapped her fingers.
*Bam*
Her head crashed to the cold marble floor forcing her to bite her own tongue. Clomere grabbed her chin and forcefully opened her mouth. "You don't die until I say you die." Diana's tongue limply fell to the floor creating a pool of blood in her mouth that started to choke her.
"Come on~" Jarren mused playfully as he entered the room, his hands full with breakfast as he placed it the the side of the bed. "You know that killing her would be giving her the easy way out." His tone playful making Clomere pause.
She tilted her head in contemplation before reaching her verdict. "Eh~ The more I look at her pig face, the more I want to kill her. She's not worth the face from me." Her tone filled with hubris however Jarren allowed it. 'Provided you can support your own hubris, I don't care whether it covers the sky.' He had concluded long ago as he took a biscuit.
"I'm sure that the queen of rot and mycelium could spare such a worm, or she's not getting breakfast." His hands brought the biscuit to her lips only to pull away at the last second. "Jarren! That's not fair." Her cheeks bloated clenching her fists.
"Well...I didn't plan on being fair." He grabbed the kettle and poured the tea on the floor. "Eat, who knows when I recall to feed you next time." His words cold making Diana comply without much thought. She licked the tea coalescing on the floor, it's hot temperature singing her tongue however she didn't care.
Clomere looked at Diana's pathetic figure as she liked the tea. "Don't tell me that you want to keep this whore as a pet. I can't stand her." Jarren's brow rose with bewilderment. "You would have killed her by now and yet you haven't. And don't tell me that it's because of me."
Clomere let out a short sigh, her hands reaching for the teacup that Jarren intentionally moved farther away from her. "Well as much as I hate her seeing her so pathetic crawling on the floor suffices." Her words cold as she took a sip of her tea. "Hey mutt! Chew your arm off! I want to see just how loyal you are."
Diana was perplexed hearing the order. 'Chew off my own arm off? These two already took out all of my teeth!' As much as she wanted to protest, she began the procedure. Her gums pressed hard on her ulna however as expected she made no progress.
"Mmmhh!" The pain of her gums began to run through her head making her wish that she was already dead. Blood stained her stark body as she went on with the arduous task. Five minutes passed and she had made no progress whatsoever. "Is it really that hard whore?! You had one job !" Clomere clicked her tongue as she rose to her feet.
Her fingers browsed through the array of tools in front of her before landing on what she wanted. "Here, this should help you!" Diana could barely look up, her eyes filled with tears that wished to run free however she restrained herself. The pain flared with no end in sight, her gums had fully turned red, she unwillingly drank some of the blood that trickled out as she let some fall on her body.
Her entire head was hot from the agony that claimed her, her ears barely picking up any words from her torturers. Her misty eyes landed on the tool presented to her, a flimsy hacksaw stained with rust and blood. She unwillingly grabbed it and began her work.
Clomere kicked her stomach making her way back to the bed with a look of resentment on her face. "You really are a considerate horror, giving her a hacksaw instead of her gums." Jarren taunted as he took a sip of his ginger tea. "Well there's no need to praise me so darling, I just want to break her till she can't tell the difference between reality and fiction."
Clomere chuckled maliciously as she glanced at Diana who went away hacking her arm off. Making it past her flesh was easy but where she struggled was her bones, the ulna and radius unyielding to cut. 'These two monsters know that my physique can't be harmed with such a weak blade and yet they want me to cut my arm off."
She cursed inwardly further delighting the two. The pain in her head was slowly number by the pain that began to flare in her arm. The sounds of flesh ripping filed the air, bones pierced through a nice touch the two liked before she finally let out a grunt of pain. "Ahh!" She sighed with triumph at her hand now detached from her.
However her vision was quickly dimming from the blood loss. "I did it..." Her voice faint bringing a smile on Clomere's face. "Good bitch. I think that we should go walkies. I'll get the collar." And with that she rose to her feet and left the room. Jarren finished with his tea and just as he was about to leave, he heard Diana's moans.
"Jarren...I'm... sorry for what I did..." Her slumped figure soaked in blood. "Sorry? Come on now it's too late for apologies. Besides you might make me feel bad for what I'm doing to you and we definitely don't want that." His voice upbeat as he made his way to the rack of torture tools.
She watched him make his way over, crouching above her. Without a word he stuck a needle in her neck before callously throwing it to the side. "That's for the arm, if I were you, I'd reattach my arm or the potion will heal your arm like so." He mused followed with a mischievous laugh as he took his leave.
Diana groggily made her way to her arm, the pain that has been plaguing her slowly began to wear off. "Mmmpph!" With one arm, it was hard for her to make any progress given that she was drenched in her own blood that made it harder for her to crawl. Still, she preserved and she inched closer to her arm.
The marks on her body began to heal, the mind numbing pain fading however unluckily for her, the severed arm began to heal. "Damn it!" She grunted as she kept on getting closer to her arm. With a final cry, she finally managed to get her hand back. Positioning it back to her injury, she inwardly hoped that it would heal and it did.
But her face didn't show happiness but disgust. 'No!! Nooooo!!' The arm did heal just not in time leaving a tendon bridging her hand and the rest of her arm. It swung loosely, swinging side to side as if a gust of wind was enough to blow it away. However the matter seemed to get worse as she heard Clomere's approaching footsteps.
"I have to get out of here!" She concluded, her eyes darting all over the room for anything that she could use to escape. Her gaze landed on the table with an array of torture tools. She didn't think much as she grabbed what she thought would get the job done.
...
"Hello bitch, it's time for walkies." Clomere's words chilling as she revealed a dog leash. Clearly she hadn't thought much as it was nothing more than a piece of rope. "Die you bitch!" The words rang through the air before the sound of flesh ripping could be heard.
*Thud*
Clomere's head rolled to the floor, her body collapsing a second after. Diana's chest heaved with restlessness before spitting on her body. "Do you think that I'm some dog you can torture with no consequences? I hope you rot in hell!" Her curse sharp as she kicked Clomere's body to the side. Hauling her body inward in the room, she made her way to the wardrobe and picked some clothes to wear.
After that she peered through the halls only to find it empty. Pleased by this she made her way till coming to the court where Jarren resided. Still hiding, she wished to kill him however knew that it would be foolish to make a move on him. 'I'll make sure that you pay for this Jarren.' She swore in her heart as she kept on making her way to the main entrance.
'It's locked.' Looking for something to help her, she saw a guard making his way ignorant of what was going to happen to him. Hi body fell to the ground and without delay she hid the body in the bushes. "The keys!" Glad in her heart, she finally opened the door to escape the hell that she was trapped in.
"See, I told you that she would try to run away." A voice rang through her ears, one that she thought she would never get to hear again. "What? You wanted her to go out for a walk didn't you, and besides she's smart enough to make it all the way out here. I think that she deserves treat for that." Another followed but her mind hadn't registered what she was seeing.
It was Clomere and Jarren, both standing out of the his mansion with dangerously playful smirks on their faces. "I- what?! Didn't I just kill you?!" She muttered however Clomere didn't bother giving her a second. "Come here bitch, it's time for walkies~" She mused showing the rope in her hand.
"Do you think that I'll just let you wrap that rope around my neck! I'd rather die-" And so did after grant her wish.
*Plop*
Her head turned into paste before her body unceremoniously fell to the ground. "Get rid of her clothes and burn them." Clomere ordered to which servants made their actions quick before taking their leave.
*Snap*
"Hah!" Diana's body subconsciously shivered as she let out a gasp of shock. "What?! Huh!" Her vision had cut to black, the pain of her death was real and she felt every joule of it but here she was, the two still smiling at her. "What? You wanted to die and so you did. Now put on the collar like a good little bitch."
Clomere threw the rope and her stark feet. Diana who couldn't process what had happened felt something sharp bulge in her head. "Do you want me to kill you again or are you going to wear the collar?" Her words cold as she swung her hand over Jarren's neck. "You- Wha..."
The feat repeated itself, this time her entire figure turned to a pile of mush and blood.
*Snap*
"We don't have all day Diana, besides don't you want treats?" Jarren posed as he flashed his serpentine smile making Diana's figure shudder. 'These two...can kill me so easily and bring me back!' The more she thought about it, the scarier she realized the hands she was in. "Do you want to die again Diana? Because we have all day for that."
His tone calm followed with her being turned into ribbons. Just as quickly had she died did she come back to life. "I'll no-" The scene repeated itself. "You have to give her a chance to talk dear." Jarren spoke, whispering in Clomere's ears taking a bite of her lobes. "Darling ~ We're out in the open." Her voice low as her gaze landed on Diana's flustered face.
"What? I'm sure that you're into exhibitionism." He tainted making her skin crawl. "I... don't assume things about me so carelessly." She pouted, her cheeks flushing as with a thought brought Diana's existence to an end before restoring her. "Fine I'll accept-"
*Plop*
"Oops, you should say it fast enough whore." Clomere said, her legs rubbing against each other as she thought about Jarren's words.