THE REJECTED LUNA

As I regained full consciousness, I found out that I was back at Raymond's house. I tried to get up, but I felt a sharp pain at my back. He realised I was awake and quickly asked to remain on the bed. He said I sustained an injury, but luckily for me, the bullets did not touch my vitals.

He explained to me how he escaped with me from the fight scene and other things. The only words I could hear in my head were revenge, so I still made killing Rosaline my number one priority.

5 days later, 

I had already recovered partially. I was having a little fun with Raymond behind the house, and suddenly we heard a loud sound. We went to check what had happened, and we got attacked by four men. Raymond and I tried to defend ourselves, but we were out matched and hit at the back of our head into unconsciousness.

I woke up with my hands tied up to the roof of a building and my legs both tied together with my feet on the ground. It was an abandoned ware house. To my right was Raymond in the same manner as I was kept.

"Wake up, you sleepy heads" pouring water to our faces. Rosaline sat down in front of us with a short gun, and her legs crossed on top of a table. "Now I've gotten you guys in a fixed position" standing up from her chair. 

She stated that she had changed her mind a few days ago on killing me, and she decided to give torture me, stating that death would be an easier way out for me. She took a metal tod she had already been heating in a little fire and made a scar on Raymond's back. He groaned loudly as the hot surface made it's mark against his skin. 

She took the second metal and pierced against my back as well. I could feel it's extreme heat as it burned my skin, and all I could do was scream in anguish. The pain from the hot metal was something I could not describe. It was more like walking on top of steaming hot coals. 

She narrated to me a short story about she and father's relationship as she left us to hang for about an hour. She decided to leave us there till the following morning so that she could come up with the next thing she was going to do to us.

It was dawn, and we were still hanging with our hands tied up. I could feel my hands trying to tear away from our body, and I had already begun to bleed from the injury sustained from the bullet.

Rosaline walked in slowly dressed up in a combat trouser and a t-shirt. She instructed her one of the men to loose me from the rope. I fell almost lifeless on his shoulders as it seemed like my muscles were numb. She gave me a little water.

"For my main treat" bringing out a nut cracker from her bag. She grabbed my right hand and pulled out the nail on my index finger. It seemed like my whole life was going to end because the pain was unbearable. 

She cared less about the pain. I would rather say she thrived in seeing me I pain. Raymond, on the other hand, just watched helplessly looking so weary. 

She took my middle finger and, this time around, slowly pulled out my fingernail. I screamed in excruciating pains, but it all fell on deaf ears. At this moment, I realised that she did not 2amt me to die but suffer while alive.

She dropped me on the floor as my two fingers bled. I could not describe the way I felt at that moment, but I was fully aware that I was experiencing a serious amount of pain on my finger.

She instructed the man to untie Raymond and pull him towards her. She took out a ranch and hit it against Raymond's hand, which she placed on the table. "You bitch" giving a rather pissed look. She became angry and hit the ranch against his fingers three consecutive times.

He could not hold down the pains as he screamed loudly. She had already broken his index and middle fingers respectively and seemed not to be satisfied with that.

She pulled out a dagger from her bag and made a deep cut through his arm from his shoulder down to his hand in a straight line. She made an evil laugh as she waited for the both of us to catch our breath for the next torture. 

She already prepared a cage or more like a prison for us. The structure was in such a way that you could not sit down or move but simply be forced to stand. She forced us to eat in order to gain strength for the next suffering. 

Her workers dragged the both of us and locked us up in prison. I stood there and realised that it had no space for me to turn or sit. She threatened that we were going to stay there for 2 days. She also added that we would be fed once each day.

As I stood in the prison, I could feel the warm wind blowing outside, and that was when I realised that we were in the middle of dessert. The warm wind from the dessert kept on blowing violently against the building.

As I stood inside there for eight hours I could feel my legs shaking and all I wanted was to give up the ghost. My legs wanted to give up but there was no other option but to stand. I tried to talk to Raymond from the other side, but it seemed like I could not voice out words. 

Two days later, after standing and sitting ourselves, she released us from that wicked experience and instructed her guards to prepare us for the next torture.