Content Warning: Violence, Blood, Torture

Waking up, I felt miserable. Pain was everywhere in my body, especialy my right shoulder where his sword had dug deep into my flesh. I opened my eyes and took a look around, my shoulder had been bandaged and I could slightly move my right hand again. I was in a cell with an iron door, my armor and sword were gone. It was really cold in the cell, the stone walls and floor didn't help either. As I tried to move around I heard chains rustling, promptly removing the blanket that was on top of me, I looked down and saw my feet being chained together with the chain being attached to the wall. The worst had happened, I was kidnapped. Who knows what that bastard will do to me, probably torture me. I felt scared and lonely, the brave facade I had put on crumbled as I began to cry, being reminded of memories I wished I had forgotten, which were still locked away deep inside my mind.

Hours passed before I heard movement, footsteps coming towards the door. Keys rattling before the door swung open. There he was again, the High Council Member of the Imperial Doctrine, first my target, now my captor. He smirked at the pathetic sight that was before him. I was still a mess, tears running down my eyes as I looked my captor in the eyes with fear, fear of what he might do to me, fear of how long I would be kept captive. He walked toward me and I crawled away, pressing myself in the corner of the wall furthest away from him. He let out an annoyed growl as he picked up the chain and started pulling me towards him, I screamed and tried to resist but without avail, the chain attached to my legs dragged me towards him. As he reached the end of my chain, I laid before him, struggling to get away. Suddenly I felt an impact in my stomach, then pain and blackness as I spat out blood. That bastard had kicked me in my stomach full force. Everything went black again.

As I regained conciousness, I felt great pain, my hands were bound by chains to the celing and I was barley standing as only my toes reached the floor. This position was painful as hell, my toes starting to hurt after just a few minutes and the chains rubbing into my wrists were agonizing. I was in yet another cell room with a metal door. I hoped that the bastard who had done this to me would soon come and relieve me from the unbearable pain. But deep inside I felt as if that would not happen and I was only lying to myselft to find comfort in this horrific situation. 

After what felt like days, there was finally movement and keys ratling, the door unlocked, swinging open to finally see the bastard who had done this to me again. "Please remove these chains." I whimpered in pain as he entered, locking the door behind him. "Silence!" he said and slapped me across the face, which caused me to lose my footing. I screamed in pain as I was hanging in the air, solely held up by the chains on my wrist, which were digging into my skin. I quickly regained my footing, hoping that I wouldn't lose it again and had to experience that pain. Tears were running down my face. It was then that I had realized that I was completly naked, the pain had dulled my sences of temprature, but now I felt the freezing coldness of the room. Shivering I stood there, scared of being punished again, I kept my mouth shut. "Are you cold?" my captor asked, "Yes!" I answered hoping that he would give me my clothes back or atleast give me a blanket. "Then I shall make you warm!" he said, his words didn't make much sense to me. He walked behind me where I couldn't see him, I heard rumbling and then he emerged infront of me again. He came back holding ... as I grasped what he was holding, I panicked and started pleading with him. Pain engulfed me as the iron cross bruned into my chess, I screamed at the top of my lungs. He had branded me as a heretic with a branding iron. Everything went black again as I passed out from the pain.