Worlds Apart (Part 2), Scene v1

Whoops, I forgot where the other post ended. This post will be short, but I promise to follow up with a full-length one soon!

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Kismet’s eyes grew wide. The room was dark and reeked of blood and urine, but there was no doubt to who was chained inside the interrogation cell. “I’ve told you everything I know. Please…no more… I swear, that’s all I know!” she cried through agonizing sobs.

Kismet stepped up to the cell bars. Isella’s pleads became more desperate with every approaching step, her sobs more hysterical. Who could have possibly deserved this? Her eyes, wide with fear, were no longer black, but instead a lifeless grey. Blood trailed from the right side of her mouth, which was swollen and bruised. Her clothes, torn and bloodied in several places, revealed large gashes, cuts, and punctures. Crippled fingers contorted hideously from her left hand, nail-less. The flesh of her right hand and arm was bubbled with burns sliced open raw. No one deserved this. No one. It was too cruel. It was not a miracle she was still alive. It was a living hell.

Kismet could do nothing but stare, horrorstruck. There was no doubt in her mind who had done this. She had witnessed the extent of what it took to satisfy the sadistic witch. A rough hand yanked the Catheran out of the room, slamming the door shut. The warden threw Kismet toward the entrance. “What the hell do you think you’re doing going in there? Get out of here and go back to licking the Princess.” She left the dungeon behind her. If only she could leave behind what she saw, as well.



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